Wise Words with Bruce Wise


 

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Our Flight
          ​by Air Weelbed Suc

Sit back. Enjoy the ride. Our flight is taking off right now.
Be sure to put your seat upright. Pull seat belt snug, tight, ow!
I am your captain and it looks like smooth skies up ahead.
There is no smoking in the cabin. Ho, the sign is red.
We will ascend to seven miles high up past the birds.
There engines operate efficiently. Stoke up the turbs.
We will soar in that cooler zone, so we don’t get too hot.
Indeed, our cruising speed will be about 500 knots.
There may be agitation in the upper atmosphere,
but when we’re done and we touch down, we will be happy there.

Air Weelbed Suc is a poet of flight. He enjoys watching the landing jet planes flying over his home morning, noon and night. Sometimes it seems as if he could touch them, they are so large, so close, and so slow.

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Exploring Sepace
          ​by I. E. Sbace Weruld

Exploring space requires rockets, dedication, and
enthusiasm for resolving problems near at hand.
The computations for successful launches are complex.
They are, in fact, as difficult as anything in sex.
How can you get equipment up and running perfectly?
How can you keep your energy up there, and fervently?
There are so many situations rising on the spot,
how can you keep cool, level-headed, when they get too hot?
But, o, if you can do these things and many more to boot,
then space-time exploration won’t be dreadful when you do ‘t.

I. E. Sbase Weruld is a poet of planetary travel. He likes gazing out at the stars in the evening, and watching planes, jets, and the occasional satellite passing amongst the stars, out past Venus and Jupiter.

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America
          ​by Luc Ebrewe Dias
          ​”…ab Amerigo Inventore…”
              ​​—Martin Waldseemüller

Amerigo Vespucci’s voyage under Portugal
that sailed from Lisboa was for him, o, fortunate.
His expedition traveled down the long coast of Brazil,
concluding that discovered lands weren’t Asian island spill,
but actu’lly a brand new world of gorgeous, stunning shores,
somewhere in there, Chuí to Oiapoque, he onward bore.
He made a post to trade brazilwood, tag for this new tract,
exactly on the Tropic Line of Capricorn, in fact.
But when bold Martin Waldseemüller printed out his name
upon his pamphlet’s pages, then he came into his fame.

Luc Ebrewe Dias is a poet of Brazil. And even though Brazil has had the most World Cup victories over the decades, he is presently rooting for another Brazilian “star” in 2018.

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Soccer Tales
          ​by Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”
          “Der Ball ist rund.”
              ​​—Sepp

While soccer World Cup fans cheered their sundry nation teams
with great enthusiasm, wild, energetic screams,
at Tham Luang Nang Non Cave site in Mae Sai of Chang Rai,
on June the 23rd, a soccer coach and kids was trapped.
In Thailand’s northmost province, flooding blocked their passage out.
The question was would they escape. The answer was in doubt.
But Thailand’s Navy Seal divers, helped by rescuers,
kept working, searching, and submerging, finding where they were.
And so, of all the soccer teams, at play across the globe,
when found July the 2nd, none was cheered with greater hope.

Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”, is a poet of sport. The 25-year-old coach, and his team of 11-to-16-year-olds is not out of the caverns yet; but at least they have been found. The quote by a West German soccer coach, back in 1954, is reminiscent of a Yogi Berra quote, “It ain’t over till it’s over”, implying anything can happen.

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The Cow Is Off the Ice
          ​by Uwe Carl Diebes

The cow is off the ice. The German center-right’s appeased.
Asylum tourists have been posited into deep freeze.
But lots of luck, Bavaria, who will accept these folks?
not Italy, not Austria, the checkpoints seem like jokes.
A deal is a deal though, and it looks cru’l to those
who cannot stand to live within war-torrid, horrid holes.
Despite the growing anti-immigration EU groups,
the CSU gave in to keep the open Schengen chutes.
The putsch was put down and without a single fired shot.
So Merkel aimed and hit Seehofer, Soeder and their lot.

Uwe Carl Diebes is a poet of Germany. Immigration is a hot-button topic across the Globe, in all seven main population centers: 1) Southeast Asia, 2) South Central Asia, 3) Central Asia (including 75% of Russia), 4) Northeast Asia, 5) Africa, 6) Europe and the Middle East, and 7) Australia and New Zealand with North and South America.

Although Germany have already been knocked out of World Cup 2018, they remain with Italy tied for second most victories, with four each.

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I Will Be Leaving Here
          ​by Rus Ciel Badeew
          ​for Miss Understanding

I do not have a ticket to go to Saint Peterburg;
the columns there are like a cap of a confectioner’s.
I’ve been alive for many decades and I’ve never been
to Moscow or to Volgograd. Not either have I seen.

So what. I’ve lost my inner voice, and I am just a husk.
The traffic lights move like a neon cobra in the dusk.
The city isn’t pretty or inviting. I won’t go.
The people who all move about I do not want to know.

Here is my letter to the World, who did not reply.
Appearing suddenly out of the crowd, now why would I?
What happiness I found I had to find myself. It’s so.
Why would I care about the music rolling through earphones?

For melancholy, I don’t have the slightest interest.
The subway rumbles with ambition. Will it meet the test?
The roaring business now is snoring, falling to the floor.
The sharks have brushed their teeth. It’s time to sleep and close the door.

And so I’m leaving, holding keys that lock away the time.
It’s time to blow my nose, and put away the snotty slime.
The venomed shaft, a whiplash in the warm and starry night,
is going to Saint Petersburg. It is an awesome sight.

Rus Ciel Badeew is a poet of Russia. This poem draws enormously from a Miss Understanding, Vera Polozkova, the “Slova Slav”. Amazingly, the Russian hosts of World Cup 2018 are still in the running. Could they win the Quarter-final July 7, 2018, in Sochi?

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Economic Conics
          ​by Brad Lee Suciew

While Erdogan won reelection to the Turkish top,
the lira had been plummeting. How could they make it stop?
To halt the drop, the int’rest rates were hiked with verity;
but are the Turks prepared to deal with austerity?
What does it mean he’s leaning more to Russia for support?
With greater power, now he’s won another five years more.

While Xi Jinping released $100,000,000,000 for
a second straight month in a row attempting to restore
the slipping viability of their economy;
in debt 300+%, for fresh liquidity?
He won’t mark to the market. Is the Silk Road in a pinch?
Why when it came to ZTE, would senators not flinch?

While Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador won President,
he and Morena captured more than 53%.
Will he be able to relieve the wretched misery
that Mexicans must face each day with horrid certainty,
here where corruption reigns, here where environmentalists,
are knocked off with politicos and fearless journalists?

While Donald Trump placed tariffs on aluminum and steel,
Trudeau retalliated with his own, hard to repeal;
and other nations joined the choir, they won’t go along,
to show that they are just as tough, to show that they are strong.
But in the match-ups, Trump is threatening to pull back more
of funding the U-N and NATO, W-H-O.

While Ayatollah Khamenei rules people of Iran,
why are some shouting in the streets there ‘Death to Palestine’?
Accused of being thieves, the leaders threaten people with
their military power sources, which are not a myth.
Rouhani even threatens other oil tankers if
Iranians can’t sell their oil in the frenzied riff.

While other leaders in their own respective nation states,
from communists, to socialists, free market potentates,
the billions buy and sell their land, their labour, and their love,
entrepreneurs create new things, some shift their capital;
so many are involved across the World every day,
one wonders what will happen next. Come see it come what may.

Brad Lee Suciew is a poet of economics. In a World of over 7,000,000,000 people, the single individual’s point of view, in any one of the seven sections of the Earth is hardly anything at all, let alone compared to the entire Globe.

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Finding Helium
          ​by Ira “Dweeb” Scule
          ​”No person ever wakes on the same planet twice; for he or she has changed and so the
​planet has changed too.”
              ​​—Erisbawdle Cue

Although it is the second most abundant element
found in the universe, on Earth it’s rare, aye, helium.​​​
Most is derived, along with natural gas, underground,
so no one can predict where next deposits will be found.
It’s odourless, inert, non-toxic, colourless as fizz,
which also makes it difficult to find out where it is.
It’s used in cryogenics at the LHC of CERN,
in MRIs and NMRs, and found too in balloons.
It cooled Apollo’s liquid oxygen and hydrogen
for trips to find out what it’s like to be upon the moon.
But on the Earth it is a daunting task to find its place,
because it is so light it leaks away out into space.

Ira “Dweeb” Scule is a poet of science. The resources on the planet are an ever-shifting whirl.

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Roger Cotes and Faded Fame (1682-1716)
          ​by Euclidrew Base

Cotes was among the earliest of mathematicians
anticipating the remarkable relationship,
the ln (cos θ + (sin θ) i)
is equal to i θ, fated not so soon to fly;
and now eiπ equals -1 is
linked up with Le’nhard Euler, German mathematic wiz;
though first to write down this identity was Roger Cotes,
whom history has overarched, like other asymptotes;
his life cut short at 33; his thought was promising;
as Newton said, “If Cotes had lived, we might have known something.”

Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathemstics. Burkard Polster said, “It’s not really Euler’s identity. The mathematician Roger Cotes already wrote about it in 1714, when Euler was only 7 years old. I actu’lly find it a bit sad that people associate the math superhero Euler with a result that is not really by him.”

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Leibniz (1646-1716)
          ​by Euclidrew Base

Leibniz was born in Leibzig back in 1646,
an innoventer of fresh, mathematick symbolix,
investigator of binaries, monads, and the like,
in this best possible of universes crossed by Chi,
who showed the Holy Ghost in Christian eschatology,
as real as imaginary numbers logic’lly.

In searching for a lingua universalis, he found
a calculus that was at once both useful and profound,
and wrought a new ton of notations for his notionals,
while differentiating, and explaining integrals,
with transcendental series, algebraic logic, and
combining permutations all determinantly planned.

Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. Recently the Leibniz Google Doodle showed a hand with a quill writing strings of binary numbers. For two years, Euclidrew Base used only binary strands of 1s and 0s in all his personal number usage, including dating and calculations. His favourite New Millennial a cappella song is “Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)” by the Klein Four Group, “The path of love is never smooth…”

 

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