Mathematics: Bane of my Brain
The Arabs and Greeks can take you back
O Mathematics, bane of high school pupils!
You are their source of misery and woe.
For their brains are in tizzy
--Except for those front row wizzes--
And their glazèd eyes are dizzy
(I can smell the neurons fizzing)
And the heated room is sizzling
From the foreboding sweat of
All the wicked cruel, infernal flames
Of grimly grinning devils,
Or all the torments in Hell's forbidden halls
With their screeching, engines of torment and woe;
All these found in Hell cannot compare
With the one most suited ill to me.
For the fallen angel here is armed
With textbooks of arithmetic,
Of calculus, theoretical theorems
Cartesian graphs and an abacus of doom.
In this chamber of utmost torment
My brain is stretched and wracked.
Cerebral juices bleed upon the floor.
The silent screamings of widened eyes
Gazing with horrified affright.
Mouths agape like senseless apes,
In bestial, dreadful terror.
Oh, men may praise your constancy and tr
HastingsHastings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On Senlac Hill, the grasses blow,
The forest hums with song;
Old Senlac Hill, by Hastings town
Gleams cold and all alone.
Here, the tramp and clink of maille rings,
Echoes 'cross the open meadow;
The clash and bite of iron sword,
And the spears are all a-splintering.
Here, the cloven helm, the whistling arrow,
Proud banners catch the breeze;
The baying horns still fill the dales
From a thousand years ago.
The gold-red drake of Wessex
Burns swathes of blood and fire,
His fiery tongue lays waste the ships
of the northern king, Hardrada.
The dark cold waters of Umber
Are blackened with smoldering reek
Stamford Bridge, soaks her feet in the scarlet
Of forsworn blood-brother's bones.
The battle won, the Norsemen defeated,
The Wessex dragon flies south on thund'ring wings.
As the proud crests of Normandy
Break upon its shores.
The stormy winds of autumn's breath
Abate before the towering spray
Slicing through the murm'ring Channel
Bow before the fleet invader's prows.
The whirlwind son of Go
Conversion (Poem) Part IConversion (Poem) Part IConversion (Poem) Part I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lord, it is truly a terrible sound
when lightning strikes and shakes the ground.
Yet is there a thunderbolt more bold,
more powerful, or more sublime
than one that strikes the human heart?
The secret citadels of our pride
constructed by our prejudice and habits
are toppled by a mere word and a gentle breeze.
The call to conversion is not a slow revolution
but a bolt that throws us into confusion.
We may spill a million words forth
but a wise word is an ocean's worth.
The mandala that is given loving form
is wiped away with none forlorn.
But if the heart's conviction carefully constructed
is wiped awaybetter death than destructed!
Even stones of faith and Scripture,
strong, sturdy, and hard to fissure
can be arranged with wrathful anger
truth and wisdom become a stranger
and avoid us with unmatched prudence.
But Lord, how too often we subscribe
to passivity or emotion and let them bribe
our sensibilitiesit is the truth of which we're deprived.
Marriage: Sacrament and RightMarriage: The Sacrament of Marriage and the Right to MarriageMarriage: Sacrament and Right4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Given the nature of this topic, I can't promise it will be easy nor can I promise it won't stir some passion in your heart. What I can promise is, as best as I can perform, an exposition and reasoned account on this subject. I know all too well that when dealing with relationships and life-long commitments one ought to tread carefully and lightly. Likewise, given your own state in life, you have perhaps experienced the many joys and sorrows of relationships for whatever reason. Given the ocean of variables of this topic, I sadly will only be able to share with you a pond or, more realistically, a puddle.
I will conduct my examination of marriage in the following manner: first I will examine the sacrament of marriage, second I will give some reflections on marriage that help us understand the married life and its significance, and lastly I will examine in brief the problem presented to us in gay marriage and the right to marr
The Vision of La PucelleThe Vision of La Pucelle3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three em-bloodied gold-gilt lions descend
On the silver lilies of far fair France
Grim and red-stained kingswhile her sons defend
The broken land with shriven spear and lance.
The smoking reek of famine, war, and death,
Plague, and wailing cries, and desolation:
Sick landpoor and weary France!gasps for breath
With the diseased and choking nation's desperation.
Drenched afresh in humiliations new:
Of Agincourt, and bloody Henry's fame
Where the proud many fell to England's few
And knighthood's flow'r perish in bitter shame.
The peasant maid sits in a sainted trance;
Arise O Joan! And save belovéd France!
+The Teutonic Knight+ Part I: IN HOC SIGNO VINCES+The Teutonic Knight+ Part I: IN HOC SIGNO VINCES3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
+ The Teutonic Knight +
Part I: In Hoc Signo Vinces
It was very fortunate, he supposedas the snowflakes drifted down before his eyesvery fortunate indeed to have the Mother of God as one's patroness. Tancred von Marienburg pulled the cowl of his hood further down his face as another piercing gust of wind hissed through the stark-thin trees. A solitary figure in the immense, tractless forest, the young knight rode aimlessly through the ever-deepening snow. The road had long been buried under a veil of white, so that with each step, his horse sank up to its belly in the crisp, frozen snowdrift. As he rode over a particularly high mound of snow, he felt the soles of his boots brush the top layer with a soft, whispered hushing sound. Wherever he turned he glimpsed that eternal blanket of blinding, smarting white. When he looked up from the shadowy folds of his cloak, his eyes were dazed with the uniformity of white, as though the world gazed at him through a large
Faith and Works 2: LoveII. To Speak of these Things We Must Speak about LoveFaith and Works 2: Love3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Last time we briefly examined faith, works, and the aim of my work. We saw that faith was both a response to a call and a 'hope for things not yet realized.' My claim, for the sake of clarification, is that faith is something that looks outwards. Without faith we cannot know what to look for or what to trust, and without works that faith is dead. By works we mean actions that seek to bring about that hope. So in a certain sense faith does inspire us to works and works do flow from faith. On the other hand faith allows us to see what we should work towards. Stronger still, faith helps us to see what we must work for.
But if faith is perceiving what we desire then desire alone will not allow us to receive what we desire. Works are necessary to reach the goal that we desire. This is why James says "I will demonstrate my faith to you from my works" (James 2:18) and that "faith was completed [literally: perfected] by the wo
LookLook at the moon.Look4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See how it glows because of your goodness and beauty, My Love?
Look at the sun.
See how it shines on your radiant face, My Dear?
Look at the stars.
See how they twinkle because of you, My Beloved?
Look at the mountains.
See how they stand tall for you, My Sweet?
Look at the clouds.
See how they flow because of you, My Pumpkin?
Look at the sea.
See how it gracefully bounces because of you, My Tigerlily?
Look at the flowers.
See how they bloom because of you, My Gentle Rose?
Look at the plants.
See how they grow just by seeing you, My Extravagent Blossom?
Look at the sunrise.
See how it rises just for you, My Patient One?
Look at the evening sky.
See how it is still before your beauty, My Princess?
Look at the sunset.
See how it falls before you, My Precious?
Look at Me, O Gracious Princess, My Bride.
See how I made all of these things and kept You in My Mind.