Poetry competition CLOSED 24th December 2019 12:57pm
WINNER
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Zaynab_kamoonpury
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and Blackwolf
Magical Mathematics
Anonymous
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You flatter me. But, I'd like to make a point. Both my nieces have grown to excel in math. They credit this poem as their inspiration. Which is why poetry is such an important teaching tool. When I was studying for my mechanical engineering license, along with.my public swimming pool certification, I wrote important facts in rhyme accompanied with a drawing of photo that would assist me and memorizing it. Without this learning tool, I'd still be shoveling shit on the farm. That's the Gods honest truth.
You flatter me. But, I'd like to make a point. Both my nieces have grown to excel in math. They credit this poem as their inspiration. Which is why poetry is such an important teaching tool. When I was studying for my mechanical engineering license, along with.my public swimming pool certification, I wrote important facts in rhyme accompanied with a drawing of photo that would assist me and memorizing it. Without this learning tool, I'd still be shoveling shit on the farm. That's the Gods honest truth.
Anonymous
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The temple of the mind
i
Our structured manifestation
Here first letter revelation
Such bears no sound,
A zero point all-expansion
Silent carrier of vibration
Purporting unbound,
ii
Atziluth wand of a King Yod Tejas noble
Yetzirah cup of a Queen He' Vayu to fly
Briah sword of a Knight Vau Apas global
Assiah coin of a Knave He' Prithivi abide,
iii
Material fruits among astral leaves
Falling from the archetypal stems
Formed from all spirited seeds,
iv
One fundamental point--in kind
Crosses each octave line--rhyme,
Across every fifth surface--mind
Into hither fourth volume--shine,
v
1/1 Kether in a supernal fire uni born
2/1 Tiferith as an ethical air dual reform
3/1 Yesod into an astral water triform
4/1 Malkuth each material earth reborn,
vi
The natural is but the dense aspect of the spiritual...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Walk With Me
( a tricube poem )
nothing guaranteed yet
I’m only human;
a defiant heart
love and art
walking night’s edge,
no telling apart
my words unconfined,
stars raining down
kissing this shoreline
nothing guaranteed yet
I’m only human;
a defiant heart
love and art
walking night’s edge,
no telling apart
my words unconfined,
stars raining down
kissing this shoreline
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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I love this piece, snugglebuck. This has all of the elements of an excellent children's book, You have the numbers, the entertaining expressive concept art, the social interaction lessons, all wrapped up in entertaining rhyme. I would have loved this book as a child. I honestly encourage you to consider reviving and redoing your past work and publish it as a book. I believe that it would be appreciated by many youngsters. Dedicate it to your nieces. Nice work, man-
Anonymous
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Boots Cuts
(The Mathematics of Rhythm and Rhyme)
(Math)
(4) One, two, three, four,
(8) Makes your foot tap to quarter notes,
(8) One and two and three and four and,
(8) Eighth notes are just double the strokes.
(8) What you see in parentheses?
(8) That’s my silly syllable count,
(8) Each line can read like an eighth note,
(8) Simple math for these bars to mount.
(16)One e and a two e and a three e and a four e and a,
(8) Sixteenth notes are a drummers dream,
(8) And if you’re rapping to the beat,
(8) Spit ‘em out fast to fit the scheme.
To keep it simple - stick to eight,
Unless you want to drop heavy mad bars and unleash all sixteen,
Take it slow, I suggest you wait,
Unless you got fire to spread ready to spray like a machine.
(Rhythm)
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
A simple beat of bass and snare,
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
You’ll hear it and become aware.
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
Wanna be a human beatbox?
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
I say it loud counting and clowning walking down for many blocks.
(Rhyme)
Check it out I’ll whip it out I’m exposing my tricks of the trade,
Flaunt a little rhyme in the middle of each line in a parade,
Rhythms are numbers to play with I just have to keep up the counts,
If they suck like Dracula then I’m fucked but I’ll be ready to pounce.
See I’m an addict to the mathematics of rhythm and rhyme,
I divvy up and allocate the verse served with reverb and prime,
And if the math doesn’t really quite add up then let’s not forget
I live for my double entendres to get ‘em all heard and whet.
Put them together and you should have been counting boots cuts all along,
Combine them and you have a song,
I switch up because math rhythm and rhyme together make sense,
These are the basic rudiments.
(Math)
(4) One, two, three, four,
(8) Makes your foot tap to quarter notes,
(8) One and two and three and four and,
(8) Eighth notes are just double the strokes.
(8) What you see in parentheses?
(8) That’s my silly syllable count,
(8) Each line can read like an eighth note,
(8) Simple math for these bars to mount.
(16)One e and a two e and a three e and a four e and a,
(8) Sixteenth notes are a drummers dream,
(8) And if you’re rapping to the beat,
(8) Spit ‘em out fast to fit the scheme.
To keep it simple - stick to eight,
Unless you want to drop heavy mad bars and unleash all sixteen,
Take it slow, I suggest you wait,
Unless you got fire to spread ready to spray like a machine.
(Rhythm)
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
A simple beat of bass and snare,
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
You’ll hear it and become aware.
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
Wanna be a human beatbox?
Boots. Cuts. Boots. Cuts.
I say it loud counting and clowning walking down for many blocks.
(Rhyme)
Check it out I’ll whip it out I’m exposing my tricks of the trade,
Flaunt a little rhyme in the middle of each line in a parade,
Rhythms are numbers to play with I just have to keep up the counts,
If they suck like Dracula then I’m fucked but I’ll be ready to pounce.
See I’m an addict to the mathematics of rhythm and rhyme,
I divvy up and allocate the verse served with reverb and prime,
And if the math doesn’t really quite add up then let’s not forget
I live for my double entendres to get ‘em all heard and whet.
Put them together and you should have been counting boots cuts all along,
Combine them and you have a song,
I switch up because math rhythm and rhyme together make sense,
These are the basic rudiments.
Written by wallyroo92
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