The shadows, stars fell,
over Stockton,
was a photon b side as well.
The shadows, stars fell,
over Stockton,
was a photon b side as well.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Those shadow guys are pretty fit,
They don't get tired or sore.
When shadow boxers beat them up,
They bounce right back for more.
I like to make a box
from corrugated card
tags to make the locks,
but with gloves on, boxing's hard.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
One should at least wear mittens
When boxing angry kittens.
Many sanquine people hope, with cats,
to find companionship but that's
another way ignoring facts,
like cats are killing many birds,
and mammals too so its absurd
to anthropomorphisise
that creature, not even wise
but wild like a kitten's eyes
so while we manage all our spaces
do we model them on cat's faces
or do we yearn for cat free places?
now dogs of course
or noble horse
are useful and a good resource
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
"I wandered, lonely as a clod..."
I think of myself as a poet,
Though not everyone seems to know it.
I make my lines rhymeAnd if a word short I'll just owe it.
Almost half the time,
Stoichiometry
Particularisation
Transubstantiation
can we have a poem,
lacking in em,
pathy I wonder,
words all assunder
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
They make the soup so hot here
I eat it with a fork,
The diners often jeer here,
But it gives me time to talk.
The main course follows later,
And now I have the room,
Ignore the surly waiter,
Attack it with the spoon.
Something sweet should follow,
I've done that all my life,
A dish in which to wallow,
But balanced on my knife.
And so to bed with coffee,
Drink it through a straw,
Throw clothes upon the bedsheets
And settle in the drawer.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
After such a lengthy verse,
My rhymes seem to be quite terse.
I got caught,
Short,
Once or twice,
So long is nice,
When?
Now and again
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
You can have your magic beans Jack
your children are hungry
and we need the cow back.
The Lack of just terms
and equitable or fair pacts
expose all crooked beanstalks
to concerted attacks.
Unless obsessive cycles are stopped in their tracks
our towns will again be as flat as tacks.
You have been too trusting Jack
your childrens futures remain black
while current problems compound through lack.
Struggle earnestly against the pack
repudiate rights to depreciatingly retract
as giants fortress lie ripe for sack.
For only fair shares of the golden goose Jack
will save beanstalks and giants from the axe.
but Ma! the stalk,
is lovely to see,
whenever I walk
around it, Wowee!
beauty is just
as worthy as corn,
we all may be bust
but this thing is born.
and, get me that chair,
I think I could climb,
just cos it's there,
the view should be sublime.
you just want to eat,
you're backed to the ropes,
but I want to beat
we need to have hopes.
And this thing can grow,
it may be small now
but how do you know
I won't find a cow?
A whole load of stuff
if that's what you want,
there's never enough
this might be the font,
yes the font of good things,
that what's its name horn,
sell off your rings
the future's just born.
A giant you say?
a wonderful bird?
lays gold eggs all day,
why that is absurd.
We need this high plant
to see far away,
to predict? Well I can't
but you'll see one day.
(jack disappears into the clouds, more next week)
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
If the beans
I sold to Jack
Really work
I want them back.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
I guess it's best
'cause it seems now
that I can sell
his magic cow.
Jack, radially superior now
is pining for his erstwhile cow,
it shows we really don't know how
to satisfy our fevered brow.
the more we seek, the more we fret
that we have not enough stuff yet
the hill of beans on which we bet,
is stalking us, so stalks we'll get.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
this is for my french speaking friends:
La sagesse de l'Hippopotame No6
Je repose le pluparte submergé par boue,
Comme un berceau de boue, comme une bouée,
Quand il fait chaud, je reste cool,
Boue sur mon joue, je joue avec mes poux.
La sagesse de l'Hippopotame No11
Quand je pense philosophiquement de la boue,
C'est comme le monde fait tous mes gouts,
Et comme moi c'est suspendu,
Entre les étoiles fixés mais porté aux nues.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
comes the new year, a few days away,
0000011111100010 in binary, hey
why in 16 bit when less would do,
but it's the pattern, it's a clue
AI would know, there's time to stew,
no rush, binary not geography is destiny now,
we byte the dust and scatter seed,
the dust is conscious, pay me heed,
dust unto dust and dust into mind
is this the year we're left behind?
Or shall we mess about some more?
do more damage, watch our shore
retreating as we mindless pour
our excess but lets pause....
tis the season to be merry, open doors
to strangers, celebrate our cause.
Happy new year and all it brings
I wish you air beneath your wings.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Those who think words like
"hour" have one syllable would
call this a haiku.
Oaks: I think that I shall never sneeze,
as I did in amongst those trees.
(that's a Haiku of another kind, 17 sneezes)
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
I wish pi were
Three point four one,
So that we'd have
No pi day fun.
if pi were 22,
and set by heaven,
all we would have to do,
is divide by seven
but when we seven dine
we cannot split the bill
especially with wine
some's left over still.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
I've been told that pi
Cannot be a ratio.
The proof's beyond me
But top math guys say so.
Pi D we say
round and round
but a finite round
cannot be found
in tiny bits
nor orbits, Zounds!
math must break down
but a spiral might
be exact if sighted
right, how's that?
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
A circle is a distance
from some fixed point in space.
But outside of a textbook
There's really no such place.
if we fix a point in space time
all circles fade away
even turning on a dime,
they turn to yesterday.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
So much in
Not touchin?
Judgin two metres?
Is it two seaters?
Or only six feet?
More in the heat?
Maybe a cough
Will measure it off?
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G