Saturday, July 20, 2013

The Infinite By Michael Makowsky


The infinite knows neither bounds nor form,
Its whereabouts range from sky to worm;
The infinitesimal atom is home,
For the infinite has everywhere to roam.
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It dwells in the heart as eternal silence.
And for its secret it asks no recompense;
The inhabitant's soul is its resting place
where it occupies the room of limitless space.
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In the beginning it did not have an end;
Mathematicians found that it would not bend;
Someone once tried hard and gave it a name,
While Alice just called it all "a great big game."
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Chasing the Great white Rabbit beneath the sod,
Humans there discover the Impersonal God,
As an intuition that "all are the same",
Lo and behold-the feeding has no name!
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The infinite is like a beautiful peach,
Whose sweetness is far, far beyond speech.
O, we shall never ever know
From where it does come or where it does go.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Friday, July 5, 2013

The Teachers Jumped Out of the Windows by Kenn Nesbitt

 (Sing to the tune of "My Bonnie") 
 The teachers jumped out of the windows.
The principal ran for the door.
The nurse and librarian bolted.
They’re not coming back anymore.

The counselor, hollering madly,
escaped out the door of the gym.
The coach and custodian shouted
and ran out the door after him.

Chorus
Oh my! Goodbye!
They’re not coming back anymore, no more.
How fun! They’ve run!
They’re not coming back anymore.

The lunch ladies threw up their ladles,
then fled from the kitchen in haste,
and all of the students looked puzzled
as staff members scurried and raced.

We’d never seen anything like it.
But still, it was pretty darned cool
to see all the staff so excited
to leave on the last day of school.

Chorus

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