1) white bird, mother bird 2) a symbol through time 3) the young ones to nurture to their prime 4) black bird, father bird 2) a symbol through time 5) the domestic flower grows a full bloom 6) with a green leaf beside 7) changed with time, mother bird, be on guard 8) alone your young lie exposed 3) the young ones to nurture to their prime…

  1) white bird, mother bird 2) a symbol through time 3) the young ones to nurture to their prime 4) black bird, father bird 2) a symbol through time 5) the domestic flower grows a full bloom 6) with a green leaf beside 7) changed with time, mother bird, be on guard 8) alone your young lie exposed 3) the young ones to nurture to their prime…

She's penned her lines in ink and tears,Lived through heartaches, faced her fears,Tenfold the experiences she's gained,As she journeys through this life, untamed.Her silhouette is lost in the crazy haze,She walks alone through the labyrinth maze.Plain and pale, with eyes of blue,A smile strained, awkward too,Does it seem an awful small affair,

She's penned her lines in ink and tears,Lived through heartaches, faced her fears,Tenfold the experiences she's gained,As she journeys through this life, untamed.Her silhouette is lost in the crazy haze,She walks alone through the labyrinth maze.Plain and pale, with eyes of blue,A smile strained, awkward too,Does it seem an awful small affair,

Leaving behind the echoes of our shared past, As we walk away from each other, Like you, like me, will we ever find another? As we part ways, memories dissolve, fading fast, The memories of our yesterday fade away. Yet the promise of a future, in our hearts, steadfast. Embracing the unknown, as possibilities amass and now take hold of our hearts to stay.

Leaving behind the echoes of our shared past, As we walk away from each other, Like you, like me, will we ever find another? As we part ways, memories dissolve, fading fast, The memories of our yesterday fade away. Yet the promise of a future, in our hearts, steadfast. Embracing the unknown, as possibilities amass and now take hold of our hearts to stay.

Aleatory An aleatory poem is a form of poetry composed using elements of chance, randomness, or indeterminacy. The term "aleatory" comes from the Latin alea, meaning "dice" or "game of chance." In poetry, this technique may involve rolling word dice, drawing words from a hat, using computer-generated selections, or applying statistical methods to determine structure, word choice, or line arrangement. Aleatory poetry challenges traditional notions of authorship and control, allowing randomness to shape the creative process.

Aleatory An aleatory poem is a form of poetry composed using elements of chance, randomness, or indeterminacy. The term "aleatory" comes from the Latin alea, meaning "dice" or "game of chance." In poetry, this technique may involve rolling word dice, drawing words from a hat, using computer-generated selections, or applying statistical methods to determine structure, word choice, or line arrangement. Aleatory poetry challenges traditional notions of authorship and control, allowing randomness to shape the creative process.

A Country Called Careforsythia. This is a childhood poem and is also featured in Lost in the Lost and Found with my other childhood poetry. As a child in a furrowed field of yellow grassin an out-of-breath hurry, I ran pastwhat was in yester years gone by a home,now three walls of crumbling stoneand one wall a bank of burnt wood and grass,

A Country Called Careforsythia. This is a childhood poem and is also featured in Lost in the Lost and Found with my other childhood poetry. As a child in a furrowed field of yellow grassin an out-of-breath hurry, I ran pastwhat was in yester years gone by a home,now three walls of crumbling stoneand one wall a bank of burnt wood and grass,

Schadenfreude, finding joy in others' pain,this complex emotion is difficult to explain.

Schadenfreude, finding joy in others' pain,this complex emotion is difficult to explain.

Poems in the Bread Tin by Sarah B. Royal is a compact, emotionally resonant chapbook that blends lyrical reflection with everyday symbolism. It’s part of the WoPoLi Chapbook Series and offers meditations on life, love, and the quiet rituals of healing. ISBN: 9798305704693

Poems in the Bread Tin by Sarah B. Royal is a compact, emotionally resonant chapbook that blends lyrical reflection with everyday symbolism. It’s part of the WoPoLi Chapbook Series and offers meditations on life, love, and the quiet rituals of healing. ISBN: 9798305704693

Mathematical LOVE, I Love math! Ema Tici Tore -an Euclidean educator “I love math!” These three simple words have inspired centuries of discovery, invention, and even art. But for some, the phrase means more than admiration for equations—it is a declaration of creative affection, where mathematics and language intertwine to form something wholly new. Such is the case in Mathematical LOVE, a work of constraint literature that embodies both emotional expression and mathematical precision.

Mathematical LOVE, I Love math! Ema Tici Tore -an Euclidean educator “I love math!” These three simple words have inspired centuries of discovery, invention, and even art. But for some, the phrase means more than admiration for equations—it is a declaration of creative affection, where mathematics and language intertwine to form something wholly new. Such is the case in Mathematical LOVE, a work of constraint literature that embodies both emotional expression and mathematical precision.

Allusion Poetry An allusion poem uses a brief, intentional reference to a historical, mythic, or literary person, place, event, literary work, or movement. These allusions enhance the depth of the poem, inviting readers to draw connections between the poem's subject and the referenced idea, enriching the reader's interpretation without explicitly stating the connection. Are We? In gardens of thought, we walk in Eve's shade,

Allusion Poetry An allusion poem uses a brief, intentional reference to a historical, mythic, or literary person, place, event, literary work, or movement. These allusions enhance the depth of the poem, inviting readers to draw connections between the poem's subject and the referenced idea, enriching the reader's interpretation without explicitly stating the connection. Are We? In gardens of thought, we walk in Eve's shade,

The Man Who Counted and the Birth of Perfect Number Poetry In The Man Who Counted by Malba Tahan, readers are invited into a world where mathematics becomes not just a science, but an art form—alive with imagination, logic, and beauty. For many, this book serves as a gateway into seeing mathematics not merely as calculation but as creativity. Through its storytelling, The Man Who Counted introduces mathematical concepts with wonder, transforming numbers into living ideas.

The Man Who Counted and the Birth of Perfect Number Poetry In The Man Who Counted by Malba Tahan, readers are invited into a world where mathematics becomes not just a science, but an art form—alive with imagination, logic, and beauty. For many, this book serves as a gateway into seeing mathematics not merely as calculation but as creativity. Through its storytelling, The Man Who Counted introduces mathematical concepts with wonder, transforming numbers into living ideas.

Often, my ideas start off as words, and some of them become poems; eventually, I rewrite and refine them. Here are some ideas I have been working on. Nymphs linger in leafy groves,fawns listen to pipe,shepherds watched their flocksgraze in eternal spring,while Fae maidens laugh in the fields.The whole breaths of ancient air.But turn, and the vision darkens:

Often, my ideas start off as words, and some of them become poems; eventually, I rewrite and refine them. Here are some ideas I have been working on. Nymphs linger in leafy groves,fawns listen to pipe,shepherds watched their flocksgraze in eternal spring,while Fae maidens laugh in the fields.The whole breaths of ancient air.But turn, and the vision darkens:

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, a whimsical spell,A tongue twister's delight, where imagination dwells.