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I wish I could speak in French,
Speak like I’m always in love.
Just let the words fly. Fly out from my mouth.
Fly out like a newly freed dove.
I’d say vous êtes la belle rivière dans mon rêve,
You’re the beautiful river in my dream.
We could talk all day about nothing at all,
I’d be the boat and you’d be my stream.
Even the numbers un, deux, trois,
Would make learning maths sound mega sensual.
I bet the kids at school would learn every multiple,
Learn them with each little decimal.
But the odd thing is that half of our language, to me,
Seems already stolen from France.
Words like harmony, rhythm, surreal and portrait.
Words like montage, cubism and dance.
So maybe it’s not the words themselves,
That make for a delightful lovely chat.
But rather it’s how they're said, spoken, and woven,
Sounding like music or just sounding flat.
So next time I meet my friends at a coffee shop,
And talk about rivers, music and art.
I can keep it in mind that it’s not what is said,
But that it is said from my heart.
As a rule we've lived with laws, some are
Part of ' the fabric' of the globe i'm quite sure.' Things like biological immunitys (gain over time) exposure to bacteria has
Worked really fine.' Developed on a framework of farming, not least foraging
In field and forest, and fighting men and
Beasts..Sometimes death occured following septic events, yet with rudimentary medicne, as humanity we beat most of these moments.' Though
Many lived in tents.' Our chickens always
Scratched the earth, and lived well on veg
Waste.' We brushed against bush and brambles, and wild produce we'd taste all
This produced a very 'hardy strain' that even beat the plauges, that hit us once and again.' The convieniance of piped water, helped even more.' By the 1950s
Our immunity was strong and sure.' Enter
2020..And we were told we needed laws.?
Laws to keep us from mingling, laws to
Lock us away.' There could be no going in
The sunshine, no singing, and definatley we (would not be allowed to pray.?) In the
Body 'or a church if you are not sure?' and
It seems to still be a thing in the U K for
Sure.. Though some wish to pray and to
Save others lives..That was only the perogative.' Of world pharma..Are my maths about right.? The same agents that
Supply drugs to (many clinics) and after
Wars..They are raking the billions, in its
Almost condoned by some type of law.'
Now to all who are confused.? I say one
Thing to you..If you Don't beleive the
Evidence..Then scientifically stay in theLat
Concocted W H O..DID WHAT STEW.!
What's poetry I request don't ask me
Tools of poetry? Have no idea
Previously poems poured from within
I would write them as it is in dairy
Now still thoughts pour out from somewhere within
but I tweak them to create poetry
Contest specify form and syllabus
Different requirements of each contest
Many times poems and thoughts are not same
Is this poetry? I question myself
I am not really sure, it seems maths
I am confused on what is poetry
Is it an creative art form or maths?
What is the role of muse in poetry
when modified for a poetic form?
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Syllable count per line 10 checked at ps syllabus counter
Date: 1/15/2021 3:07:00 AM
Written for contest Watered down juice by Edward Ibeh
You’re a execrable human being
and people should see it
no honour to reveal
just a sicko no skill
you target like a retard
think you’re big think you’re hard
a minion that the devil carved
with no intelligence
more scavenger chance
telling yourself it’s for the good
you ain’t robbing with a hood
you think you’re metal
when you’re wood-louse
it’s gona come back, rebound
lying slander shoved back in your mouth
judge yourself on friends you have
tough times to come learn friends you have
only you you’ll have social maths
I’ve walked that path
and you’re powerless without pals too daft
decisions you make
for goodness sake
you couldn’t out wit a garden rake
I wasn’t sacked I was bullied out
got the paperwork to show and I’ll shout
you were kicked out sacked of your crown
you think you rule the world,
mare you’re upside down,
go to the police think I’ll cease
no way I’ll present every little piece
and tell you what you won’t find peace
when you’re locked up in a cell,
a medical state where my brain didn’t process
it wouldn’t act on the things it noticed
like a mental breakdown I lived remoteness
lost all yeah forgotten closeness
now I'm alive I guess I survived
I'm coming back to show you lied
outnumbered 3 to 1 up for the rumble
beat one of you and there's still one more
2 to 1 watching you crumble and pour
1 on 1 you're no more than a dough ball
I'd win if there was 4 you won a battle
I win the war you snowflaking snore
mental breakdowns because of you
acting scandalous kicking the tooth
now I remember oh so clear
repressed memories ain’t yesteryear
yes they’re here and I’m living again
acting on things I didn’t back then
13 years with my brain in a coma
heaven and hell cant make this over
Those Irrational numbers used in maths,
They lead to understanding what's real,
Those numbers rationalise all that we make,
Like building a perfectly round wheel,
With pi and e and the Golden ratio,
And of course the square root of two,
We can now create everything,
Though Pythagorians thought it taboo.
And how irrational numbers, with a small leap of faith,
Made us logical, stable and wise,
Like the small leap of faith in an irrational god,
When he sent down those three little wise guys.
Yet we try to rationalise the bizarre,
The whimsical, nonsense of insane,
Though it can’t be defined in maths or a bible,
Or in a simple quatrain.
Jacques Daviel
A brilliant eye specialist Jaques Daviel,
does his cataract field at all ring a bell?
the word cataract used with utmost respect,
on his vision and foresight I duly reflect
Francisus Donders
In the same branch was Francisus Donders,
in ocular tracts the man worked wonders,
some Dutch streets bare this specialist's name,
Tilburg his birth place blessed by his fame
Joseph Forlenze
With regard to eye matters Joseph Forlenze,
became popular during French Empire let’s say,
a healer of others among them big names,
the poor got his expertise true legend claims
Allvar Gullstrand
Nobel prize winner Swede Allvar Gullstrand,
I select in this eye treatment pantheon grand,
his scholarly efforts portraying the ‘schematic eye’,
whose model of measurements to this day still apply
Herman Von Helmholz
Notable surgeon and physicist Herman Von Helmholtz,
whose top stunning feats in science fill massive vaults,
those numeric concepts on colour, sight and vision,
profound in their scope and far beyond derision
Jules Gonin
Retinal pioneer Switzerland don Jules Gonin,
prestigious eye treatment award he just didn’t win,
he earned a distinction for study of butterflies,
among his achievements and valid career highs
Charles Schwepens
Founder of Eye Research Institute Charles Scwepens,
who hailed from mouscron Belgium as it happens,
to begin with he opted for course in high maths,
before veering towards life long optical paths
Thomas Pashby
Safe sports eye care advocate Thomas Pashby,
not alone for that but prevention of spinal cord injury,
invited to Canada’s sports revered fine hall of fame,
this man knew the score and demands of the game
Tsutomu Sato
Deviser of glass scleral lens Tsutomu Sato,
a vision rich breakthrough in terms long ago,
never a widely used product this creative lens,
incipient story or tale where the eye never bends!
Thomas Von Leber
The first to spot rare eye disease Thomas Von Leber,
eternally grateful we are for this eminent favour,
German society scholarship named in his honour,
a fitting reward for this knight in shining armour
This world is a fine creation,
Every where innovations,
Day by day the creations in renovation,
Africa was in dark before Edison,
Donkeys carried people until Ford,
Edison and Henry Ford this world know as inventors,
They were poets and writers,
Maths a king of subject opening the minds wide,
Poetry also a mind booster,
Edison a poet,
Light his known poem,
Ford wrote,
Automobiles his known writing,
All creating minds brought innovations,
For this world to walk in comfort,
Poets we are,in thousands,
From the West,East,North and South,
Come to put all our minds into a pool,
To drive into light from where it's broken down!
,
Whenever I see a dangerous demon
I feel scared. I cry as if onion
Is being peeled or cut in union.
Same feeling in the examination
Of Maths I feel as issue in nation.
The very word takes me to the station
From where no train goes to destination.
Finger of Maths – a giant accusation
Whopping, gigantic, big adulation.
Maths – My God! A most dreadful lion;
I am afraid of it and its companion.
Let it be Savani or Goenka or Ryan
Or let be Divine or DPS, Maths demon
Will never spare us in relaxation.
The only way I feel is Meditation
Which’ll save thee from assassination.
So mediate well and study notion
Without having any denomination.
To save me from austere acidification
I wrote Monorhyme for affirmation.
I assume my readers’s ready opinion
Will not differ with my solution.
Why was my whole special school life,
An interpretation of nature and school?
A philosophical contemplation and analysis,
A freeway inquiry into the education tool.
Because the god concept was lain out,
On the household table, delicately spread,
I was sharp at social phenomenon,
Even as a primary child was not off my head.
When I journeyed down the corridors,
Slowly, because of my disability,
I was more often than not on my own,
‘Cos the others would show off their mobility.
So I thought about the politics,
Of the special school and our integration right,
Our need of ramps and disabled toilets,
The importance of everybody’s mindset height.
I classed the whole organisational structure as wrong,
For using the carers as playtime supervisors,
‘Cos in my old nursery school the teachers contravened,
In any tit-for-tat playground misdemeanours.
The teachers knew us in the classroom,
So adjudicated fairly and with respect,
Were able to administer justice,
Wherever there was a point of regret.
The carers were just not on my level,
And you had to do what they said,
Which overshadowed my whole experience,
Which made me much see red.
It was believed that the carers had a light on,
Because they scribed for us in maths,
But your profession level sets your reception,
Of high-flyers’ stares and laughs.
I mean, I didn’t ever laugh at them,
For their low rank and position,
But that just meant they never put me with,
My parents speech and religion.
But I considered myself determined philosophically,
Not in the free-will line of thought camp,
And just needed a man, board or committee,
To rejuvenate myself and amp.
So I often spoke with the school doctor,
The boss of the cliques and staff,
But the other pupils resented it,
Laughing at my physical prospects, chaff.
When your life does not go right,
Insist, if you can, on calling the shots,
Make appointments with the gods,
And beam with importance watts.
looking back to when I was a lad
They said times were hard, They said things were bad.
Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas
Coming back home with scratched grimy knees.
Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right
Removing the tops from morning till night.
You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed
Keeping your eye out for the sharp stinging weed.
Finger nails were always full of mud
Scrubbing hands would do no good.
Summer break were still lots of fun
When working the fields were almost done.
We didn't have computers, four channels of TV
Top of the pops were the highlights for me.
Kicking the football out on the street
A clip around the ear from the bobby on the beat.
Looking back it wasn't that bad
Lots of fond memories when I was a lad.
Holidays were over it was back to the grind
Wondering what lessons the teachers had in mind.
I didn't mind maths and history was great
The adventures we made up me and my best mate.
Now that I'm older looking back realise
My whole life's been an adventure through this pair of eyes.