AN ALLEGORICAL MATH LESSON
(Rational And Irrational Numbers)
1.
Rational numbers,
And irrational numbers,
Teach many lessons:
Allegorical lessons,
On the living of our lives:-
2.
We must live rationally;
Living irrationally sucks:
Swallowing life’s goals:-
That teasing “pie in the sky”,
Must be assessed by squaring
With God’s sage divine wisdom,
And His repeating guidance:-
3.
Thus, always strive to be
In logical reasoning
With ourselves, and with others:-
With deception all wiped out,
And all wrong things put aside,
Always seek to do what’s right:-
activation codes
energy frequencies move
touch surface trace form ~
Are all numbers dead?
He was one in a million.
So were his followers.
So was his smile.
Are all numbers dead?
The war killed a million
Millions displaced.
And millions in fund.
Are all numbers dead?
She earned a million,
singing to millions
and signed million-dollar contract.
Are all numbers dead?
They dream in millions,
play millionaire games,
live like fake millionaires.
Are all numbers dead?
A million miles away
a million stars to
fulfill million wishes.
Are all numbers dead?
A million tasks
a million hopes stacked
in a million to one chance
Are all numbers dead?
yes, in the numerical graveyard.
One died of invisibility
Ten died of thrifting
Hundred died of haggling
Thousand died of tallying.
Numbers died naturally
but million survived as illusion.
Now, million is a minion,
servant of spectacle,
puppet of praise,
mascot of myth.
It lays eggs in contracts.
hatches headlines.
But one day it will limp
its way to necropolis of numbers,
in the shadow of zero.
If I were in automaton mode
and wrote a digital poem
with binary code
in terms of two states
expressed as 0's and 1's
(positive and non-positive)
which when done
alternate
and run
in a lengthy string
then later transmit the data
with technology
it would not read
a beautimous thing
but repetitively tedious
or boring indeed
nought but a numbers game
of dreary ennui
it would positively be
Some time just before the sunset,
When the butterflies were gone,
The moon was on its way,
There was no eclipse, but it felt that way
When there was darkness all around,
A beam entered in their life,
Turning the time around,
With 11:11, no longer on the clock
Beneath the sun's glaze, we often turn blind eye,
While seeing the perspective through the moon's eye,
We often forget to see from whom it borrowed that light
But the sun will always set right?
The moon will come again too,
For we will always appreciate the moon
Who will appreciate the sun for giving up its youth?
One, Two
A shoe
Three, Four
I walked into a door
Five, Six
I like to eat sticks
Seven, Eight
I'm full of hate
Nine, Ten
My name is not Ben
Ten, Nine
I'm far from fine
Eight, Seven
I came from hell not heaven
Six, Five
Don't punch a beehive
Four, Three
I saw someone kiss a tree
Two, One
No more son, he is done 'cause I have a gun
People think I am a separator of two sentence
Surely, in my mind I have no vengeance,
I am just a full stop to a line
But I have more to gain,
I am a small round mark
But all can make me dark,
I am just a short click
And easily you can pick,
I am a buzz forming a letter
In fashion, I am used better,
I am a center point of two numbers
Hence, it is used by many members,
I am on every spot
Hence, People call me dot (.).
Let's speak of numbers.
I’m a Kenyan 2.0,
With an ID to prove.
I own the code—254,
Been here since I was 0.
Gen Z did awaken,
Learning the art in math—
The topic on tax,
And the story of Zakayo.
Gen Z did awaken,
Learning history’s tale:
The beauty of freedom—independence,
Yet freedom fighters still fade.
And the Bill of Rights,
Freedom of speech,
To stand against the bill—
Its creator sickened the breach.
Gen Z did awaken,
To our new 'Leader,'
A master of language,
Crafting his best lies.
The world on hold,
Schools, hospitals, streets—
All in chaos, all closed,
Waiting for ‘Mr. President.’
To speak of numbers,
Of those lost in protests,
Lost in abductions,
And those gained in corruption.
Protests painted red with blood and tears.
A beacon of peace in pieces.
A home of 'hakuna matata'
Full of mournings,
Numbers adding in the statistics.
In this city where LEDs set down the glows,
Every heartbeat adds up to what nobody knows
You said it, and I felt our friendship; gather a spark,
"One four three," you whispered and lit up the dark
Digits we carry through laughter and tears,
Cipher to our moments that decode all the years
It's all in the numbers, can you not see?
One heart beatin' for you and yours for me
Four chambers compress where it flows strong,
Three cheers for all moments where we both belong!
And when we're lost in a tangled mess,
I’ll hold your hand through every day stress
We’ll turn these figures into magical dreams—
Life’s more than numbers; ours bursts at the seams!
It's all in the numbers, can’t you see?
One heart beatin' for you and me
Four walls crumbling, but our love stays strong,
Three cheers for a life where we both belong!
Here’s to forever—a promise so true:
Count on my love; it adds up to “you.”
Through every equation of joy and strife—
It’s "143"—the sum of our life!
Six enlightened tunes
Eight melodies of virtues
To become acclaimed
In the ten skies of the Church
This is the eternal bell
This poem is about a 1,200 year old Manichaean bell (and its inscription) found in Ordu-Baliq (Capital of the Uyghur Khaganate).
Counting Numbers
750,000 dead in the Civil War
116,000 dead in WW1-The War to end all wars
420,000 dead in WW2-So much for ending war
38,000 dead in Korea-A police action
58,000 dead in ‘Nam-Save the world from communism
8,000 dead in Afghanistan/Iraq-Make the world safe from terrorism
?????? dead the next war-Make the world????????
When can we stop counting?
It started at 1, 4 came soon
Covered the world in blue
That used to be my favorite hue
24 hours and two moons
A lot can change in just a day
Some phases never let you stay the same
24 years of abuse
Put a blanket on the past and
Throw it in a casket
24 years out of view
Starting over feels so tragic
But crazier things have happened
Two plus two equals four...unless it doesn’t.
Every young student learns the rules… as taught them.
Higher education muddles it all…with complex theorems.
“Abe, easy Dee, effigy, eight chives, Jake, ale, Em,
any hope, peak you, arrest a ewe, feed other ewe”
ex-wife said
she certainly SPELT it out!
he then went on to reCOUNT
“When, too, furry forks, fave socks sieving, eat known tin”
and there was something oddly familiar about it all
when ex-husband and ex-wife spoke their nonsense
Words made up with their letters
Of consonants and vowels.
Paragraphs from sentences
Which serve as verbal bowels.
All letters from A to Z
Play an important role
Every time we read and write...
Each one has a goal.
Numbers used when we decide
That we would rather count.
They are used in many ways
To come to an amount.
Use a calculator when
An answer may seem far.
Letters and numbers together,
You have algebra.
When the alphabet is soup
Inside a bowl for you,
What was 26 instead
Can become 62.
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