#multiply
Multiplication, Tabled
by Michael R. Burch
for the Religious Right
“Be fruitful and multiply”—
great advice, for a fruitfly!
But for women and men,
simple Simons, say, “WHEN!”
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
I would apologize but it would be futile,
Since an apology is meant to serve as a promise that one will never let something of the contextual nature happen again.
But I can’t promise you anything
Because I know this'll just happen again.
Of all the facets I have
You just had to find me wearing this one.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
The Count…by Jessie 1/06
Count the ones that said they cared
Count the times they lied
Count upon, you can not count
This truth you cannot hide
Count how many times they left
Divide it by returns
Ad it to the times it took, just for you to learn
Count up all the good days,
You had within the year
Subtract it from the bad days
A negative appears
Count up all the sorrys,
Each one has had to say
The meaningful a fraction;
Little price to pay
Count the quantum leaps you took,
With your heart in hand
Count the times right after,
Empty where you stand
Count the times you lay your head,
On the pillow just to dream
Count the times you’ve woken up,
Hearing yourself scream
Now stop and sharpen up the lead
One more problem to be solved
At what point do you stop the count
And let yourself resolve?
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
I know a bit about math.
You add one to another and get two
divide two and get two separate ones.
Do you think that 1 wanted to be divided?
What if it was happy under the aid of the other one?
What if they were meant for each other?
You multiply x by y.
X and y don't go together,
it's by nature.
But it's by choice that they still collide together,
and x and y suddenly seem indifferent.
You divide x by y.
After bonding for so long,
after understanding each of their incompatibility issues
and trying to mend them to better fit,
they're finally divided.
One is now without the other,
the other is without that one,
and they are both separate variables in a cold world.
It's by nature that they remain separate,
but it's by choice that they still remember.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
To charge ahead where freedom flies,
Beneath the glow of crimson skies,
Seven steeds of striking hue,
Of chestnut, alabaster, blue,
Before the sun begin to rise.
With power flashing in their eyes,
They mock the wind with fierce replies,
And trace a path forever new,
To charge ahead.
No heavy chains, no broken ties,
Can hold the strength that multiplies,
As fields of gold are racing through,
With brilliant strides and purpose true,
They leap where hope and triumph lies,
To charge ahead.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC