why did the tea kettle whistle?
I take cold tap water
heat applied
rolling bubbles
hissing
weak turbulence
molecules escape
into gas phase
pressure inside rises
above atmospheric pressure
steam accelerates
into a high-speed jet
interacts with surrounding air
and the edges of the whistle
alternating regions
of higher and lower pressure
again
and again
the whistle
a cavity
at a particular
resonant frequency
air inside the chamber
begins oscillating
sound wave modifies
airflow through the opening
altered airflow produces
another pressure fluctuation
reinforces the sound wave
alters airflow
feedback loop
frequency determined
by geometry
chamber
opening
air column
not simply
how hot the water is
perhaps best explained
I turned on the burner
water got hot
steam came out
the whistle blew
why do I have incurable cancer?
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06-07-2022
My Lord
Why do I feel like You have abandoned
Me why do I feel like You don’t come aboard
When I ask to be pardoned
Do the sins I commit
Make You turn Your back
On me will I ever meet
The standard You set even when I lack
The ability to do so I pray I fast I sin
Just like anyone with flaws
Just like anyone who wants to win
You over and obey all Your laws
Without You my Lord You know there’s no life
And I can’t even for a sec a day survive
I have a lot of things
I never say.
Not because I don’t have the words,
but because sometimes
the words feel too heavy
to leave my mouth.
So I keep them
behind my teeth,
where they can’t hurt anyone
except me.
I say “I’m fine”
when I’m tired.
I say “it’s okay”
when it isn’t.
I laugh when something hurts
because explaining the pain
feels worse than feeling it.
Sometimes I wonder
how many versions of me
I’ve created
just to make other people comfortable.
The quiet me.
The happy me.
The understanding me.
The one who forgives too quickly.
The one who says
“don’t worry about it”
when I have been worrying
about it for weeks.
But somewhere underneath
all those versions
is a girl who just wants
to be understood
without having to explain
every scar in her heart.
She wants to be loved
without performing for it.
She wants to say
“I’m hurting”
and not feel guilty
for making the room uncomfortable.
Maybe one day
I’ll stop swallowing my feelings
just to keep the peace.
Maybe I’ll finally understand
that my voice
was never too loud.
I was just taught
to whisper.
why do I get lost in my artwork for hours at a time?
why do I sit in a recliner for days not watching the droning tv?
Why do I use my tv as a radio?
why do I not sort my closet?
why do I resist dyeing my white roots?
why do I avoid the worst tasks for days at a time?
why do I get jury duty again?
why do cars nearly blow me off the highway?
why do I feel twenty when I am seventy-four?
why?
He bans MSNOW, CNN and Politico
Now even FOX shouts foul! No! No! No!
For our 1st Amendment right
we shall continue to fight,
King Trump, and Hegseth, and Rubio
—R.G
I march down the block with my neighborhood
Hold signs and picket all day as we should
It’s not a toast for Trump
But a roast of a rump
True patriots defend due process—understood?
—I Am Anaya
Why am I so nice and kind
Why is politeness hard to find
Why are others always rotten
Why have manners been forgotten
Why can't we all be good friends
Why did these values have to end
WHY
Why dose the sun rise at daybrake why dose the moon rise every night
Why must living seem such a endless fight
Why are we sometimes happy, why are we sometimes sad
Why when something is wrong do we get so mad
Why do we use religion as a tool to start a war?
Why are we killing each other? What are we fighting for
Why is hating so easy and why is loving so impossible to do
Why do people make excuses for the bad that they do
Why don’t people talk anymore? Why are we so afraid?
Why don’t we ever apologise for the mistakes we have made
Why don’t you all meet together and talk face to face
Why do you have to fight and kill off the human race
Why can’t you understand it? It doesn’t make any sense.
Why can’t you knock down the wall and remove the barbwire fence
Why don’t you listen and take your head out of the sand
Why don’t you make a stand, just reach out to someone and shake them by the hand
We learnt not to cry
keep hearts guarded under sleeves
eyes learn not to spill
for solace comes at a cost
when feelings are best unsaid.
Body knows the truth
eyes brim before we know why
throat clenches; words choke
we blink hard and turn away
buying time to face ourselves.
Tears can blur the truth
joy and grief can look alike
eyes speak without words
strangers may misread their cause
even we may not know why.
Tears swell against walls
the guarded well spills over
there's no calling back
buried cracks burst wide open
bringing the whole dam wall down.
The years taught restraint
stand firm and hold back the flood
with courage and will
hiding where the cracks may lie
release is revelation.
loving the process
you'll no longer be waiting
for your happiness
I somehow keep forgetting
To adjust things for my age,
For things I once did easily
Don’t, at this current stage,
Let me bounce back quite as fast
So that I still feel the effects
Way beyond the time I did them,
Longer than what one expects.
Walking several extra miles,
Which, when walking, felt okay,
Has me totally exhausted,
Though it was the other day.
Sleeping less than what my body
Would prefer has its results,
Something that would never happen
To most younger-type adults.
Eating what I am not used to,
‘Specially if the food is rich,
Or an extra drink at dinner,
Might produce a little glitch.
Many older people fight this,
Since it’s easy to deny
That they need to take things slower;
Now I’m understanding why.
assuming our heart is satiated
we shed our mask and don a cloak of light
commingled with bliss beats unabated
that thus beyond space-time drenched in delight
we look at the world afresh with clear sight
but although now diminished is our fear
we nurture desire so we are still here
A hydro engine, Myer made'
It put car makers in the shade.
He was soon to die
Cause filed, vauge suspected.'
Just a ( stroke of bad luck.?)
Or murder directed.?
Dark, my depleted garden
no furtive rays of sunshine
August weather, clammy as a snail
sauce redolent of aged shrimp cocktail
Peonies once lined up to burst forth
‘til their came a howler from the north
A sepulchral portrait, pleasing skunks and raccoons
~ They don't cry to Heaven if a garden is ruined
Don't ask me why
I am a child of God
Don't ask me why
I am a middle class person
Don't ask me why
I made friends with poor people
I don't like the rich people at
ALL
Because they despise the poor ,
Sure, one could try once, twice,
A thousand times to make sense
Out of fuzzy math, but that is akin to
Sticking out one's tongue to taste
The food one cannot eat; might as well
Put down the pen and close the book.
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