# Magical Mathematics

**Sky_dancer said:**Snugs, that's just amazing! That's really touched my heart! 💗

*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.*

### Higher Math

The label on the box

TENS

(Transcutaneous Electrical

Nerve Stimulator)

The settings on the dial

OFF to MAX

(I imagine Max

is a pretty tough guy)

The numbers in between

one to nine

(nine being

nine/tenths of MAX)

The numbers she chose

five to eight

(best estimate

of her tolerance)

The number of electrodes

four

(connections

to her beautiful body)

The numbers on the [six] dice

twenty three

(minutes we

agree to play)

The number of smiles [on my face]

infinitely variable

(as I adjust the dials

between OFF and MAX)

The number of her moans

groans and cries

of pain and joy

(innumerable)

The value of our love

10-711[ten to the seven-hundred and eleventh power]

(Unfathomable)

TENS

(Transcutaneous Electrical

Nerve Stimulator)

The settings on the dial

OFF to MAX

(I imagine Max

is a pretty tough guy)

The numbers in between

one to nine

(nine being

nine/tenths of MAX)

The numbers she chose

five to eight

(best estimate

of her tolerance)

The number of electrodes

four

(connections

to her beautiful body)

The numbers on the [six] dice

twenty three

(minutes we

agree to play)

The number of smiles [on my face]

infinitely variable

(as I adjust the dials

between OFF and MAX)

The number of her moans

groans and cries

of pain and joy

(innumerable)

The value of our love

10-711[ten to the seven-hundred and eleventh power]

(Unfathomable)

Written by Kinkpoet

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### the illogical mathematician

i’ve calculated complexities

from the maths within

it doesn’t add up

turns out

i’m a

0

let me just re-affirm this

about that lateral theory

you never understood about me

i’m inversely proportional

to the sum that betrayed me

consequently

you can’t subtract

the silence

from my existence

i need this imbalance

of dynamic instability

to fluid the mechanics of my life

just stop hypothesizing

on the illogic of my essence

this division you created

was founded

by a science of non-friction

a one will never equal to a naught

you haven’t understood, have you?

it means

someone like you is too good

for someone like me

just stop

deciphering your formulas

there ain’t any solution to find

stop constantly trying to tear

equations with multiplying variables

to atomic pieces

there ain’t nothing else to calculate

nothing to conclude

i am your greatest

unsolved mystery

from the maths within

it doesn’t add up

turns out

i’m a

0

let me just re-affirm this

about that lateral theory

you never understood about me

i’m inversely proportional

to the sum that betrayed me

consequently

you can’t subtract

the silence

from my existence

i need this imbalance

of dynamic instability

to fluid the mechanics of my life

just stop hypothesizing

on the illogic of my essence

this division you created

was founded

by a science of non-friction

a one will never equal to a naught

you haven’t understood, have you?

it means

someone like you is too good

for someone like me

just stop

deciphering your formulas

there ain’t any solution to find

stop constantly trying to tear

equations with multiplying variables

to atomic pieces

there ain’t nothing else to calculate

nothing to conclude

i am your greatest

unsolved mystery

Written by sunsettown

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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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### Language of Power

Oh - Mathematics.

What grievous mischief

have we wrought?

What grievous mischief

have we wrought?

Written by SeaCat

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### 3.141 592 653.

3.141 592 653.

You and me were not meant to be divided, we are one.

Tell me...when the circumference of my mouth fits around head of your circular identity, would you be...ever so kind to keep in mind that I hold the formula to making your orgasms infinite in time.

No cosign but our love making is tangible....tangently tasting triple trinomials of your vertical vortex, rotating my tongue like clockwork in a different range,

Counterclockwise wet strokes...I mean....what does it take to make your median flow....when I can't stop sucking on your lateral surface area and my sex drive is in go-mode.

The x and y, intercept and interject as we enter sex, bust 3 off, on to the next but who's keeping tally, mouth so wet I bet I forget to PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY,

69 is not the only dinner for 2 so, divide these thighs while adding chocolate syrup in the middle, you are more than just a point of symmetry that my hormones are after but I do love being the reciprocal of your tongue just a little.

3.14 is the constant ratio of pie, so would it take....more than just 3.14 seconds for you to dive into my polar curves and spread this....altitude of sensation all over your eyes.

I know you're not scared are you??

No box and whiskers but I'm plottin sitting on your face so I can box you in,

Arith-ma-tic tock, my mouth is down on the shaft of your cock once again,

Symmetrically lined with my throat so when you shoot...I can catch your amazing grace....thou shall not kill but this is no sin.

I apply pressure with my mouth and can feel the algorithm of your nature rise, finally you release and set millions of independent variables onto my tastebuds and let them run wild as the climax begins to subside.

Meanwhile hyperboles are probably... dancing around in your head right now,

As our geometric progression is laying at opposite parallel angles and I'm squirting all over your head right now,

Every exponent of my sexual liquid drips from your face because of me, I love when you inverse the matrix of this pie and eat me at the top of your factor tree, the greatest common denominator occurs when we cum together, I concur that the square root of 69 is 8 something because tonight you 8 something, something that was pie, 3.141 592 653, this has been a poem about fucking math, and you have just been fucked with arithmetic mentally.

You and me were not meant to be divided, we are one.

Tell me...when the circumference of my mouth fits around head of your circular identity, would you be...ever so kind to keep in mind that I hold the formula to making your orgasms infinite in time.

No cosign but our love making is tangible....tangently tasting triple trinomials of your vertical vortex, rotating my tongue like clockwork in a different range,

Counterclockwise wet strokes...I mean....what does it take to make your median flow....when I can't stop sucking on your lateral surface area and my sex drive is in go-mode.

The x and y, intercept and interject as we enter sex, bust 3 off, on to the next but who's keeping tally, mouth so wet I bet I forget to PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY,

69 is not the only dinner for 2 so, divide these thighs while adding chocolate syrup in the middle, you are more than just a point of symmetry that my hormones are after but I do love being the reciprocal of your tongue just a little.

3.14 is the constant ratio of pie, so would it take....more than just 3.14 seconds for you to dive into my polar curves and spread this....altitude of sensation all over your eyes.

I know you're not scared are you??

No box and whiskers but I'm plottin sitting on your face so I can box you in,

Arith-ma-tic tock, my mouth is down on the shaft of your cock once again,

Symmetrically lined with my throat so when you shoot...I can catch your amazing grace....thou shall not kill but this is no sin.

I apply pressure with my mouth and can feel the algorithm of your nature rise, finally you release and set millions of independent variables onto my tastebuds and let them run wild as the climax begins to subside.

Meanwhile hyperboles are probably... dancing around in your head right now,

As our geometric progression is laying at opposite parallel angles and I'm squirting all over your head right now,

Every exponent of my sexual liquid drips from your face because of me, I love when you inverse the matrix of this pie and eat me at the top of your factor tree, the greatest common denominator occurs when we cum together, I concur that the square root of 69 is 8 something because tonight you 8 something, something that was pie, 3.141 592 653, this has been a poem about fucking math, and you have just been fucked with arithmetic mentally.

Written by Calligraphee

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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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Posted:2nd December 2019 11:44pm