He was born as the Light and the Way
So let’s honor His birthday, okay?
Return us tomorrow
To violence and sorrow
If we must, but for now let us pray
–
Image: wikimedia – The Birth, by Paul Gauguin
(first posted here December 25th, 2017)
Tag: limerick
A Tiny Christmas Mass
He was born as the Light and the Way
So let’s honor His birthday, okay?
Return us tomorrow
To violence and sorrow
If we must, but for now let us pray
–
Image: wikimedia – The Birth, by Paul Gauguin
rouler sa bosse
my teeth are half gone, though I floss
and my gains are what many call loss
I stammer and stall
when the creditors call
and I pine for some rouler sa bosse
Reformation
Martin Luther could hardly relax
’til the Church was informed of the facts
with his brow in a frown
he wrote them all down
but the dime store was fresh out of tacks
#TBT – originally written during my limerick phase back in the 1980s. One day, this will be 500 years old as well.
Ruellia
think twice when you plant the Ruellia
it spreads like the devil I tell’ya
this wild petunia
takes over and soon’ya
be sad that this curse has befell’ya
(I like that the last line feels
forced into submission by an angry man
with a mallet, which is not far
from the truth.)
Zealot
The Zealot will never desist
From his preaching and shaking his fist
Up in heaven his spot
Is reserved and he’ll not
Be forgotten nor will he be missed
As Such
The pious will pray on their knees
As the sinners do all that they please
And afield see the ape
Making good his escape
From the both, to his loft in the trees
Whiskey Tango
The captain of flight one oh two
Announced to the cabin and crew
It’s a little bit risky
To fly and drink whiskey
And honey but I’m down with the flu
A Gentle But Stubborn Heresy
The Electron can hardly decide
To display an appearance or hide
The spark of synapses
Wave function collapses
The seer and seen coincide
If you wave to me I will take it as a sine
Aside from Einstein’s mind-bending notion of time as a dimension, Relativity also means that the data point D on the sine wave above is a part of the sine wave only in relation to all the other parts. Without that relationship it is a meaningless piece of data: an amplitude at a point in time. The waveform is like our breathing in and out, charting out the states between lung-full and lung-empty. But there is no point in time or thing you can isolate as a breath. It is a process, not a thing. Continue reading “A Gentle But Stubborn Heresy”
