Iron Math and Society
I have so easily accepted these pulley ropes
hoisting my self's achievements for all to see.
Fames' Face
applauds Ambition's ends
and I am promised
to be uplifted
to Security and Prosperity;
Potentialities and Promises
Possibilities gleaming,
Glowing Future-Beacons
calling for Hard Work
Sacrifice and Ideals
to deliver me and mine,
where Deliverance
sits with Happiness
and Contentment
and presumably Love
and Friends too.
A lot here recommends.
But the Pulley Ropes
remind me
simultaneously,
cruelly,
paradoxically
of the zero sum-
one up for me
often is one down for thee,
Iron Math and Society,
algebraically;
gainless goals for me
pains for thee
nothing is the total
algebraically.
Iron Math Indeed.
Competition's seeds
equal
I win
you lose
equally.
Sad outcome for you
and less clearly,
also
for me.
The Competitive Engine roars
and devours the Participants
who, in riding Success's Whirlwind
pay the Conductor's Fee in Ideals Foregone.
We grapple with Horizons
cut from Competitive Cloth
ignorant of other
Choices
Yet Unseen.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I've taught statistics, math courses and what I've found is that often if you teach them algebraically the formulas, you'll have one group of kids doing well.
quote by Robert Sternberg
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Math Suks
If necessity was the mother of invention
Then Id like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss
Lets starts with something simple
Like 1 and 1 aint 3
Any 2 plus 2 will never get you 5
Theres fractions in my subtraction
And x dont equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Id like to burn this text book
I hate that stuff so much
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometimes I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
I got so bored with my homework
I turned on the tv
The beauty pageant winners were all smiling through their teeth
And they asked the new miss america
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks
She looked puzzled then just said math suks
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
Geometry and trigonometry and if they dont tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think its gonna drive me insane
Parents fighting with their children
And the congress cant agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly
Management and labor keep rattling old sabres
Quacking like those peabody ducks
Math suks (quack quack), math suks (quack quack)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks, thats right, math suks, you got it
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
All right there goes our g rating
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks, math suks
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Marriage: Stages to be fololwed
First, marriage should be love
all encompassing, total, and free.
Love that grows stronger each day
soft murmurs of Thee, Thee, Thee.
Second, marriage should be sacrifice
giving of self, regardless of reward.
Gift gladly given, with open heart
shielded from life's harsh sword.
Third, marriage should be commitment
utter loyalty, deep to the bone.
Absolutely, no questions asked
faithfully promised, never alone.
Lastly, marriage should be forever
family bonded, yet all still free.
Lives joined with love, sacrifice, and commitment
an eternity promised with -
Thee, Thee, Thee
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Utopia Is Potential Golden Age Possibilities
the past is actions immutable
is set framed in sunsets past
the past is resource slave exploitation
power empires conquest civilizations
the present is possibilities changeable
choices made rites of change ideals last
the present is spun combinations decisions
choices affirmations goals chosen upheld
to liberate or deceive emphasize or believe
utopia is potential golden age possibilities
choice is universal peace harmony achieved
humanities destiny realize fulfil create believe
utopia is potential golden age race greed rejected
embracing global emancipation policy accepted
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Rags & Old Iron
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Coming Off The Ropes
I'm coming off the ropes
(he's going down)
He thinks I'm beat
I'm coming off the ropes yea
This ain't no retreat
He thinks I'm going down
For sure my head is spinning round
When I straighten up
But I'm going to knock him off his feet!
(Wow suckerpunch!
I'm coming off the ropes
(he's going down)
Yes I'm coming off the ropes
I'm coming off the ropes
He made me angry now
I only need to straighten up
I'm going to show him how
I can hear someone count to ten
Seems like a lifetime,
But I'll tell you when
I know I'm safe down here
So till then, must have been
a lucky swing
Two years ago,
I would have not let him in
I'm coming off the ropes
(he's going down)
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Of Puzzles And Troubled Hearts
if only..
the problems and pains..
and trials i am in now
are math puzzles i ma so sure
more than sure enough
i hads find the values of
my variables whatever they might be
the X or the Y..i should
had gone through trials and errors
and nobody will complain
how many times will i do it
how many errors will i make
till i find the solutions
that could solve my equations and then i
would be glad..
i should had done substitution or
the process of eliminations
or the comparison and contrast
whether in differential
or integral calculus
i would not mind how many liquid erasers
i will consume nor
how many crampled papers thrown
on hungry waste bins they had
no feelings anyway, no emotions to consider
so i will not hesitates to repeat
mistakes and and tons of mistakes
till i know and contended
the solutions are best
yet i am dealing with a soul
endowed with a with
a heart that bleeds
a mind that cares
and whatever my solutions are
it will touch others lives and might
change the disposition of souls
it is too hard to retrace moments bask
when there will be agonies
because you had made something not
accepted by society and man
tand that would be bad
ah,, there is a big difference
between math problems and life dilemma
nobody got hurts in Math
and you can erase mistakes anytime
but in the game of life
one mistake you die...
and that was that
no ifs no buts..
so just be careful enough
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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I'm a competitive person and it is in my nature to try hard in every match I play. The only time I'm not competitive is when I'm playing against my mom.
quote by Michael Chang
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Happiness And Success
Looking ahead I see happiness and success.
Both related and having a ball.
Hardship and toil the prerequisites to achieve both, starting from preschool we prepare
From a distance they look glorious our final resting place.
Once there we will embrace success but will it be a fading novelty and happiness nowhere in sight
I am still on that road, yet somehow I seem to know the outcome. Success alone will not be my happiness. Yet as if I have been programmed I strive for both.
I know or perhaps I should say I think happiness is contentment in the present, acceptance of the now, staring the journey in the face, accepting the bumps and not losing hope.
It is easy to say but hard to practice. Most of us are in mode of waiting for something to happen, something better.
Each day passing us by like a blur while we prepare for the big pay day.
poem by Serwaah Debrah
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I never made a career decision based solely on my desire to be an astronaut. I attended the Naval Academy because I wanted to be a Navy pilot. I majored in math because math had always come pretty easily to me and I liked it.
quote by John L. Phillips
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A Family Blessing
May the years unfold gently,
while richly filled
with happiness, prosperity, and peace.
May you ever strive forward, with love
and friendship at your side.
Never forsaking the noble ideals,
the goals our Lord gave in Grace,
to ease the suffering;
of mortal man. For the dream
is the tie to life.
Never loose sight of the Lord’s Love.
Always walk in his ways.
Returning to the path if erring footfall
by chance causes thee to stray.
For man’s ways hold many thorns
that pierce unguarded flesh.
No comfort is found there no security.
Only great pain... torment... distress...
before the grave. Man’s works
crumble perish with coming age.
We seek through life’s journey
slowly understanding - is distilled
through the words and grace of God.
For life’s toils end
in this world of shadows -
upon the breath of a warm wind
to carry us home above the plains.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Object of My First Desire
Object of my first desire,-
Jesus, crucified for me;-
All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in Thee;
Thee to praise, and Thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below;
Thee to see, and Thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.
Lord it is not life to live,
If Thy presence Thou deny;
Lord, if Thou Thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death - to die.
Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from Thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are Thine,
Mine they are, if Thou art mine.
While I feel Thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy;
Here, O may I walk with Thee,
Then into Thy presence die.
Let me but Thyself possess -
Total sum of happiness -
Real bliss I then shall prove,
Heaven below and heaven above.
poem by Augustus Montague Toplady
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Democracy forever teases us with the contrast between its ideals and its realities, between its heroic possibilities and its sorry achievements.
quote by Agnes Repplier
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Where can success be found?
I don't know what future brings
Does success ever have a wings?
Will it go to my door and chase me?
Or must I persist to hunt thee?
Day & night I kneel
Waiting for the wound of failure to heal
Indeed, success is hard to catch like an eel
Still, I'll patiently wait, for I know life is like a wheel
I don't need to be sad
Why would I? I have a GOD, I should be glad
He had a million promised to His children
His words are real and never will be broken
Obeying Him will lead me to success
I must trust Him, HE knows what's best
Sorrow, pains and tears were all just a test
& I will always be thankful, for I AM BLESSED!
poem by Alynna Mikael
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Xliii
How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XLIII
How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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I Will Not Let Thee Go
I will not let thee go.
Ends all our month-long love in this?
Can it be summed up so,
Quit in a single kiss?
I will not let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
If thy words' breath could scare thy deeds,
As the soft south can blow
And toss the feathered seeds,
Then might I let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
Had not the great sun seen, I might;
Or were he reckoned slow
To bring the false to light,
Then might I let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
The stars that crowd the summer skies
Have watched us so below
With all their million eyes,
I dare not let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
Have we chid the changeful moon,
Now rising late, and now
Because she set too soon,
And shall I let thee go?
I will not let thee go.
Have not the young flowers been content,
Plucked ere their buds could blow,
To seal our sacrament?
I cannot let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
I hold thee by too many bands:
Thou sayest farewell, and lo!
I have thee by the hands,
And will not let thee go.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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