It is a teamwork type of thing-
Ringing the bell so well
The next mashup of a maxed out bashing of an over flowing cup of mountain water upstream-
Kings the next castling on the other side of the ring
Ding-ding
Back for more “bling, bling!”
Onion rings on the side, pretty please!
Watch how my truck sings as it revs up after a mental rental goes caching ching
Just saying...
Lying, laying, slaying & spraying-
Weighed in like Jayda- WILL SMITH I "lit" my cig-
was fuzzy wuzzy big?
Failed Trigonometry
Sold Origami
My salami
Is like " Salam Aleiki"
Hate me please
It could be a breeze
I am NOT on my knees
Please
Jeez!
Go TX!
Triangles of poetry
Right angles of artistry
Identities of Phytagorea
Great works of Hipparchus from Nicaea
On sizes and distances
New star of 850, dances
Orbiting the poetic world
Marvelled models of astronomy oggled
Each work in all of poetic equations
Tangent, cosine and cosecant
Reversed in sine, cotangent and secant
Your trigonometric formulae in poetic expressions
~ To the tune of Sam Cooke's 1960 hit,
'Wonderful World,' aka
'Don't know much about history...' ~
Don’t know squat about biology
Same is true of trigonometry
But in my heart is written, I love you
And I do know that my heart is true
I got an A, you see, in ‘Tautology’
Arboreal chum noodle trunk gesticulating
Male pattern baldness syndrome squiggles
Trigonometry Palisades uneven ripple
Framework salmon people
Rise evangelical steeple
Pigmentation feeble
Hillock molehills
Hedgerow backyards
Autumnal equinox
17
I know, that there are no answers in cognac or armagnac
In the wine or sacred prayer,
No answers in geometry or trigonometry,
No response in Toronto, or Chicago,
That’s why we write this,
I know that there are no answers in the middle-class,
In the castles of the Loire, or in Pigalle,
In bars or shops, in the shopping crowd
That’s why we go to cinemas
In museums or exhibitions in Landerneau,
I know there is no answer from our neighbors,
No answers from intellectuals,
New Yorkers, or champions,
That’s why we read the poets, That we admire
Rodin or the sunflowers of Van Gogh,
I know that there is no answer in the Brest,
No answer in drugs or diamonds,
That’s why we seek silence,
No answer in solitude or enjoyment,
That’s why we protect bees,
That we travel.
From early on, I have liked figures, numbers, and percentages.
I also liked math, even trigonometry, until the scholars created
the 'New Algebra'. I continued to like general math but never
became friends with the new algebra. Moreover, math never
became what I would consider a hobby.
But reading and writing? That is different.
Reading and writing are my two hobbies.
For many years, I have done both but
at no time like the last 20 years.
The writing themes are endless,
and occasionally, the themes
are not chosen by myself. They
come from outside in the form
of life stories as well as from
my inward being as poetry.
Often, I can decide and sit down
for my pleasure of reading, but
I never seem to sit down and say,
"I think that I will write a poem
or a short story". Perhaps I will
see a cloud, or visit a sick person,
remember an old friend, etc.
Then, something begins to form
and build within me. Bingo! Out
comes a story or poem. If it makes sense,
'I don't look for writing; it finds me'.
042124PS
Now it seems they see that Chemistry
Is much more worse than pythagoras and trigonometry.
That they have to deal with questions
Much difficult than balancing equations.
And they have to master the periodic table
While no one cares if they are able.
And they have to master protons and neutrons,
Not to leave out anions and ations.
And to speak of the Avogadro's number;
That they have to master before September...
And still they gazed. And still the wonder grew,
That one small head should carry all it knew.
Then a wind stirred the tree
By the school dance hall;
Sunrise struck the water
Of the fountain's fall.
And a bird broke the silence
Laughing at it all.
Try leave behind "Book Of The Week"
And head upstairs where floorboards creak.
Where people tilt their heads to look
At every spine on every book.
Where murderers and secret lovers
Plot and scheme between the covers.
Where transport from another age
Transports you to another page.
Where old detective books reside
Each with their price pencilled inside.
Where books based on geometry
Share space with trigonometry.
Where childhood annuals stand in line
With memories of a simpler time.
Where silent thoughts pervade the air
And words speak volumes everywhere.
There is no excuse to be sad
only reason to be glad
That one can write fine poetry
without resort to trigonometry
Multitude of numbers,
Multiply, add, divide,
Minus, percentage, graphs,
Metres, centimetres,
More trigonometry,
Merge with geometry,
Magic of solving sums.
10.02.2020
For Joseph May's "Pleiades" poetry contest
What is the formula of love?
Is it written on a woman's lip
Or hidden within a man's thought cause
Some relationships are like coordinate and plane geometries
While others are advance differential calculus, it is full of mystery and clouded by major and minor characters
Some lovers are like "X" and "Y",
Blend together thoroughly in a simultaneous equation,
Deservingly giving birth to a positive or a negative number
Some words behave like fraction
Gently taking part of a whole in someone's life
But it is either proper, improper, like, unlike, or complex
Some kisses appear like trigonometry
Determining an unknown angle or side
With the ideas of Pythagoras
Some relationships are arithmetic
Addition means to add
Subtraction means to take away,
Division to divide and multiplication to times
Though life is a library of many experiences,
But how can "Love" be defined,
Is it the compilation of feelings through written notes or words
Dimensions of height, width and length
The watery phases, of ice, liquid, vapor
Life possibly is less after three days without water
The Holy Trinity: Father, Son and Spirit
We are a spirit, soul and a body
The number, 3, indivisible
Triangles with pi are used in Trigonometry
Me, you and God, that is harmony
A father, a mother and children together;
That is 3 in a modern nuclear family
A three-stranded cord is not broken easily
Satellite GPS triangulation gives locations
You, a friend and another person make a trio
A tie breaking vote maybe the third (3)
A poem which only has in it 3-line stanzas is a tercet in poetry
Some three-pointed leaves make fine green tea
A three-sided pyramid does stand enduringly
A triangular prism shows light's hidden colors beautifully
Computing has 3 main components: computers, keyboards and mouse
The U.S.A. has 3 co-equal branches of government
Lithium alkali metallic has the atomic number 3
Tricycles are rolling around on 3 circular wheels
Tripods are standing firmly on legs of three
America's first dollar main colors were white, black and green
Photography
I used to have a dark room.
Trigonometry.
No reference, the word causes anxiety though.
Anthropology
I used to live for this subject, imagining myself in Egypt on a dig.
Art.
I dabble, four hundred paintings later, I have no idea what I am doing.
English.
Worst 7th grade teacher ever, but I like it in spite of that ridiculous time.
PreAlgebra
No memory of this whatsoever, and glad of it.
Homemaking.
The only parts I liked were the sewing and the eating after the cooking.
Reading.
I can sit in a treehouse all day long, devouring a stack of books happily while
Choking down my favorite sandwich – peanut butter, Miracle Whip and lettuce.
Poetry.
Love the cadence of it. Never have understood it. Apparently I do not have to.
Pi
What statistics?
What trigonometry?
Geometry bamboozles me
The math language completely shuts me down.
Pre-algebra breaks my brain waves.
Please let’s not speak of these
Crazy math terms.
Pi
The numbers fly in, and out
and many more left, to fly about !
First, it was addition, then Subtraction
and now to Calculus and trigonometry!
Of course, I was stuck sometimes
but I've never given up!
Some take hours to solve
and some are done in a snap!
Math, I would say is in every way
witty and amusing
It's used in every sphere of life
never will there be an end!
There are never enough questions and
even better concepts evolve day after day
It's a subject like no other, and ...
The numbers fly in and out
and many more left to fly about !!
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