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I went to university to study mathematics
The performance of my teachers was boring not ecstatic
So then I went to London to earn a little money
While living with my husband who as usual smelled of honey
Then we went to Portland Bill to study rocks and seaside forms
I took to writing poetry because I love the sound of rhymes
I would have preferred lyrics of the Leonard Cohen Anthem type
But when he died I grieved and wept, too late for us to meet on Skype
What a sad old life it is when Donald Trump builds up more walls
So sound the trumpet and ram’s horn, like Jericho the walls will fall.
Oh,Lord.
Learning Math is so much fun
We sing, dance and play to count
We compute at topmost speed
We are all Math Wizard Kids
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In group games, let’s cooperate
And Math skills will make us great!
We’ve got basic operations,
Addition and subtraction
And one more is division
Means, share our love and joys~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Math operations that we have
All areas are dabble jive
Statistics and geometry
Algebra and there so many
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In group games, let’s cooperate
And Math skills will make us great!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Learning Math is so much fun
We sing, dance and play to count
We compute at topmost speed
We are all Math Wizard Kids
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In group games, let’s cooperate
In Mathematics we’ll be the best!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Enjoy four Math operations,
Addition and subtraction
Also multiplication
In our lives, we use them all
Let’s have fun, let’s all start
Numbers make us bright and smart
In teamwork, we all cooperate
In Mathematics, we all be great!
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©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 28, 2015 11.20am
Tomatoes, watermelons, and grapes—
Do they seem to you merely as sustenance?
Within the tomato, flesh is shyly concealed,
Yet as it opens wide before you,
It imparts to you the truths of mathematics.
The watermelon blossoms into your laughter;
Within it, a synthesis of earth and plant—
A microcosm is born.
Never devour it at once!
Pay your reverence!
Only savor the entire universe within.
A shelter hotter than midsummer itself!
Grapes?
Clustered like tiny, dangling bells,
Do not pluck and consume them thoughtlessly,
Lest it be you who is consumed in the end.
This is a divine, sensuous intoxication
bestowed by God.
I Cooked the Book that Would Not Tap
A Doomsday, a nightmare gone wrong,
My hand shot with pain and didn’t stop,
Bandages hid the wound I wove for kong,
The silence echoed round the wheel fop.
I screamed with tears which said the news,
When sirenes had been screened for writ,
Draughts unveiled the blood for reviews,
That cared enough to dare read the fit.
Arching, the doctor stood vacant and here,
Physicalism bent metaphor until she looped,
Analogy personified emphatic nature’s fear,
When realism criticised cubisms’ truly trooped.
Critical realism still made no ontological sense,
My metaphysical slippers knew no god,
Subjectivism objected to empirical arms tense,
When constructivism departed from my odd.
I could not write to epistemology for methodology,
‘Cos clearly my relativity had got it substantive.
Moral absolutism saw humankind as pedagogy,
Still, not yet a guess, a list, a bond, gift, a plaintiff.
Rationalism was not a natural phenomenon, fair,
No predicates set my entities alight to condition,
The proposition adjunct to abstract and layer,
I imagined the mathematics that truly supposition.
This OR that, tip AND rat, not for me or negation
FOR ALL humanities THERE EXISTS a surreal,
Mere, underneath my formula, nude propagation,
Creating the sum of me that axiomed regal’s legal.
Logic. Logic, just pure blooded logic. Critical,
Crucial. Conscience, not questioning the cost, fact,
Never asking for terms or claim, the carer brutal,
The dame. The lame as mentioning the act.
Structural.
Rhoda Monihan
O Muses! What is genius? Is it born?
Or is it taught? Why do some possess it,
and some do not? These questions are outworn!
As riddle over which to obsess, it
matters only that genius brings forth art,
music, poetry, mathematics, dance,
religion, and science to endow heart
and reason to mindless souls which, by chance,
we know as “Fools.” Genius is not for wasting,
or for consuming it upon one's lust:
rather, it is meant for God Everlasting;
to bring Him praise before one turns to dust.
Whatever genius's mystery is, it's His
to give as He pleases—of that there's no quiz!
Is mathematics a pre-school for searchers,
quantum physics grades two through four
Is what we now hold as absolute truth,
just a stairway to something much more
Are the numbers and letters so basic,
like the oils in Leonardo’s paint
Is time itself an illusion,
there to conjure and proffer restraint
But does music call out a new greeting,
as it flows past the thoughts in our mind
Is the act of our own recreating,
a new portal for what’s yet to find
And then will we ever relinquish,
YES or NO, the GOOD and the BAD
As the DNA of existence
—to those willing extends a new hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
THE CURRICULUM OF LOVE
In Biology, you’re my heart,
Pulsing with lessons of life right from the start.
Cells may divide, but they never stray,
For in your rhythm, I find my way.4
In Chemistry, you’re my oxygen,
Bonding with me in reactions when you begin
Without you, my equations fall apart,
You’re the catalyst that ignites my heart.8
In Mathematics, you’re my formula,
Exact and timeless, no room for error.
From algebra’s proofs to geometry’s lines,
You solve the theorem of love that shines.¹²
In English Language, you’re my expression,
The grammar of grace, the syntax of affection.
Every sentence I craft about you is clear,
You’re the meaning that my words hold dear.¹6
In Literature-In-English, you’re my poem,
An eternal sonnet, a timeless emblem.
Metaphors flourish where your presence lies,
You’re the verse that never dies.²°
In Physics, you’re my force,
Driving my motion, shaping my course.
Gravity bends when you’re near,
Space and time dissolve, everything’s clear.²4
In Philosophy, you’re my truth,
The question and answer, eternal proof.
Logic bows to your radiant flame,
For wisdom itself whispers your name.²8
In Economics, you’re my demand curve,
Shaping my choices with every swerve.
Scarcity fades when you’re in supply,
The market of love is soaring high.³²
In Computer Science, you’re my algorithm,
Sorting my chaos into a perfect rhythm.
Binary love, ones and zeroes aligned,
You’re the code that rewrites my mind.³6
In Geography, you’re my equator,
Balancing my world, my love’s navigator.
From north to south, east to west,
You’re the center that feels the best.4°
In Music, you’re my symphony,
A harmony of joy, a sweet melody.
Notes may fade, but you remain,
The eternal chorus in love’s refrain.44
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
Copyright ©?20th February 2025.
Our souls and Source
By Michelle Morris
17/06/2022
So often we escape
From what is deemed our destiny
We run as far as we can in the other direction
Only to run into it again
For the circles in circles, they stand
Ever tested by the sands of Time
No man can ever be different
Than what he has chosen before
Our souls and Source are planners
They work together for our enlightenment
To further the collective learning
To know that which seems unknowable
So often we cave
Into lives that seem lifeless and dull
So afraid of our true power
Having forgotten all that was ours
For the geometry and wisdom stands
It creates power beyond our comprehension
To stand in awe of all that we are
And to embrace all that is meant to be
Our souls and Source know better
They work together for our redemption
To further the collective cleansing
To empower all to be better beings
So, we can pray that it will happen
That we will become our highest potential
We rise like angelic beings
Where Heaven heralds our arrival at last
For the science and mathematics of the Universe
Cannot be understood by mankind on earth
We have to merge with our divinity
And become everything that is eternal
Our souls and Source are one
Our souls and the Universe glow
For we are fashioned from the stars
Our essence is of brilliance and hope
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Report card read okay, not so good,
But he was not a kind who would brood.
Whacking when the cane came,
He watched a video game,
You must love this young lot’s attitude!
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Happenings | 13.01.2020 |
Topic: children, attitude, humour
Poet’s Note: A cartoon inspired this limerick. A young school lad’s report card seemed okay, but far from good enough. But his father was not amused. He took a cane, put the lad on his lap, bottoms’ up and started whacking. The lad was unmoved, nonchalant, and quietly watched a video game all thru the punishment. This is today’s generation next.
At eighty, I recall my school days. Same situation, my father would not focus on the 90 marks marked against mathematics, but would rather ask: and what happened to these 10 marks? And you dare not utter a word. But then to be fair, this lad also never uttered a word!
The great bird feathered harpoon
Flung from one shore to the other
Soaring over the Caribbean green of Torch Lake
Flies at the bow of my speeding boat
Or should I say more accurately
I race on the morning frill of waves
At the Blue Heron’s pointing wing
20 miles per hour
On the nose
Skipping stones lake to sky to lake
How to explain why flowers trees and birds
And even man with her pyramids
Are driven upward?
The sun’s draw more powerful than the iron grave of gravity
Behold Goethe
The doomed mathematics of the boat beneath me
Opposed to this bird
Born free to fly in one with majesty
How I wish to be all of thee
The rising slopes stop my boat
Heron looks back
Glides atop and over the hills to Central Lake
As if he was but a trick of the wind
And me a sleight of hand.