"Lizzie, to reckon any amount,
you must learn your sums and learn to count."
(So, Mr. and Mrs. Borden said,
and it got into Lizzie's thick head).
What an unfortunate situation,
when she found another application!
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:-
I woke up this morning, feeling great.
I thought to myself, I'll self-inflate,
and proceeded to exponentiate.
I sure was the man.
Just as I was hitting my rhythm,
in a gesture of antagonism,
sheriff John Brown took my logarithm.
I was back where I began.
Love is a candle burning at both ends.
We’re staring at colors not yet meant to be framed.
A prototype mixture of vermilion and cerulean,
raised to the power of negative sixteen in transmittance.
Deliverance delayed, waiting in the DLC.
Within the range of projected infamy,
unnamed protocols remain unrendered, once derailed,
absorbed by parameters etched into
the Everlasting Struggle.
The unyielding, plain color of pain.
RED. RED. RED. RED.
I wish I’d never seen you from so far away.
Doppler blue. Roentgen to Gray.
But I was only ten milliseconds astray.
How did phase become so overpowering?
Amaranth-fuchsia is said to delay even faith.
Love, in its highest sincerity,
is a candle that
burns efficiently
at both ends.
Word Problem:
What is the political
and economic
and moral difference
between a -1 communist concentration camp
and a +1 capitalist detention camp?
Hint:
Probably the same Christian taxpayer difference
between
-0 (emptiness):
SUBTRACT empowering hope
for a healthy democracy,
Red and Yellow
Black and White
they are precious
in His sight
and
+0 (fullness):
ADD disempowering despair
of stealthy stupid kleptocracy,
pitching Red against Yellow
Black against White
liberal SkyBlue anthropocentric dreams
against conservational EarthGreen realities
Economically unsafe
and politically unhealthy
MotherEarth
laid to waste,
dark stark global disrepair.
Capitalist detention camp distinctions
without communist concentration camp differences
DeGenerative World Problem UnSolution:
a +1 v -1 Total-itarian risk.
ReGenerative Word Problem ReSolution:
a Win/Win +0 and -0 CoBinary
Making Earth Great Again
healthy democratic CoIntelligent
ecological-economic opportunity.
we call him Mr. Math
Arithmetic is his path
itemizing and adding are his fun
counting numbers until day is done
multiplication is his thing
he’ll never buy a diamond ring
figuring taxes is what he likes to do
he does not have math phobia like me and you.
When your heart and your head
Have a major disagreement,
Which body part should win?
Certainly not in every case,
But in 2020, my heart won.
Two of our dearest friends offered a gift to my
wife and me. My wife immediately consented
Without question, to the opportunity to go on an
All expenses paid cruise. I immediately said "No"
With my head, but I could not find the heart within
Me to say anything but "Yes".
Our friends had gone on 29 cruises and wanted
To share one of their greatest joys with us. Indeed,
I have what we call a bucket list, but going on an
Ocean cruise is not on my bucket list.
I confess that there was a secret war being waged
Between my head and my heart. With my calculating
head, I was losing one of the biggest conflicts of my life.
Moreover, by consenting to accept the gift, I learned
Experientially, a great lesson about selflessness.
Due to circumstances related to the COVID-19 virus,
The government canceled the scheduled cruise.
Notwithstanding, the heart of our dearest friends will
Forever have a special place in our hearts.
Chronos~w
A new poetry form mathematically based on pi squared
Lasingerland, the Netherlands, by Bianca and Alexa shared
It gives off a limerick vibe
which is the only form that I can describe
to which it can be compared
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Yes it’s true that there’s drama
but there’s never a need to call your momma
Kindness will spare you the boot
five's were easy
five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty
the nine’s should have been easy too
but they are not as jazzy to sing
18, 27, 36, 45
awkward melody
If ever your color's blue
I will do something for you
Simple math's my speciality
Sit back, watch, and you will see
All your joys I'll times by two
All of them, not just a few
The sad things I will take away
No more to see the light of day
Come close and whisper in my ear
Tell me anything you fear
I'll hold you tight within my hug
And reassure you of my love
A traveler in ancient Greece
traversed a broad town square.
A bottle of mead was waiting there.
He considered the flight of geese,
and those brimming honey-wine kegs.
He was, at first, at quite at a loss,
until, he thought, "I'll go straight across,
avoiding the triangle legs".
How far did go on the path not bent?
Our traveling friend (Pythagorus)
invented something for all of us,
and we know how far he went.
We must be fastidious and particular,
our sidewalks, strictly perpendicular -
and we must sternly ask, who would be so crass
as to cut across our new mown grass.
This despicable heathen can't be one of us.
He can only be Pythugorus.
If the world was run by John Conway,
or our young friend, Terrence Tao,
things would run smooth and efficiently,
and this is most provably how -
with the Sieve of Eratosthenes, it could be done.
Boys and girls would have so much fun.
and every boat and sailing ship
would glide upon a Mobius strip,
costing but root negative one.
Sixteen sailors strode into a pub,
Then a group of them left to get some grub.
Those who remained got into a fight,
With some locals who drank there every night.
Although the sailors did outnumber,
The locals (who were also dumber)
Two sailors shy of a ratio of two-to-one,
They (the sailors) had lost and the locals had won.
But then exactly half who had left for food,
Returned to the pub in a foul mood.
One local had left, a man named Tor,
Until the ratio was the reverse of what it was before,
Even though the beaten sailors couldn't fight,
The fresh sailors versus the locals, all right!
Don't ask me how it went,
For I will remain forever silent.
But could you determine how many sailors
Could be considered failures,
Because they went to get grub
And didn't return to the pub
Never swinging a punch nor taking a fall,
Against the locals at all?
Raise e to the power of i
Then multiply i by a pi.
To all that, add one,
You'll see when you're done,
A zero will out of it fly.
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