Adding cubes and cubes
Of one to nine,
God made an expansive square
Of fortified, forty-five,
That you have a happy space
In the year, twenty, twenty-five.
13 + 23 + 33 + 43
+ 53 + 63 + 73 + 83 + 93
= 452
452 = 2025
A magical 2025 to you and all at home.
Not because they are leap years,
Some years just leap away,
'Tis because the year that passes
Drenches in love, every day.
In more ways than one,
'Twas a leap year, for some,
The year added one more day,
Yet the year, just leapt away.
In continuation with an earlier post:
https://hunterfiftyfour.blogspot.com/2023/05/need-of-capital-letters-in-english.html
, I continue regarding redundancy of some English letters.
I want to talk a bit about the English letter 'x'.
When a word starts with the letter 'x', it invariably has the sound of 'z': xylophone, xenophobia, etc. Except in the case where 'x' is hyphenated with another word, the sound is always of 'z': x-ray, x-rated, etc. Even in the case of names of people, or companies, we pronounce it with 'z': Xi Jin, Xiaomi, etc. (I have always wondered why Chinese names starting with the 'z' sound are spelled with 'X'.)
Now, the sound of x is 'eks', right? Listen to the sound of 'x' here:
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/x
So, we can easily substitute 'x' with 'eks' in words that have 'x' embedded inside: compleks for complex; eksellent for excellent, eksuberant for exuberant, etc. We can have many such eksamples...oops, examples.
So, why have the letter 'x' at all? Just have 25 letters in the English language? a, b, c, d.....w, y, z.
Of course, the letter 'x' has intensive use in Mathematics and a lot of Mathematics would have to be changed if we dropped the letter 'x'. But, we can keep 'x' specifically for Mathematics like (for example) we have the symbol for "for all" as ∀ in Mathematics. And, much in the same way for use of 'x' in Roman numerals, as in, X, XI, XII, etc.
Your thoughts?
If your socks have a tear,
Mend it well
Before hanging up there,
And if it's your only pair,
Knot your pants' ends,
And hang up there,
For love slips out
From holes and tears,
And Santa comes only
Once a year.
Every night we create worlds
In our dreams,
Knowing well that dreams
Will die most times young,
Other times we carry them
Into the day,
Into our worlds,
And find that the worlds
We created,
Are all the same,
As if, off a factory line.
All times are good times
To bloom,
It's never too late,
Never too soon.
We'll take our time
To get up from the grime.
Kiss me once before I die,
And do remember that redolent high,
Ere I give up the ghost,
Feel the tremble in my being's host.
Later, when a familiar scent
Wafts up your air benign,
And a familiar tremble comes to haunt,
An angel is surely playing the truant.
It's day of miracles:
The sun went up from the East,
Birds chirped and went free,
Got my hot cup of tea,
The car started
And did not demur,
The boss had taken the day off,
India is Chess World Champion,
Friday, the 13th, is truly blessed.
When tomorrow comes, it will come,
You can't rush it;
Yesterday has gone, but isn't yet buried,
You can't hush it;
If today is long, let it be long,
Do not crush it;
For, there is a space between,
Loss and gain,
For, there is a yearning place between,
Love and pain.
Why is the sky blue
During day,
And black
In the night?
Because it cannot
Hide its pain
During day,
As it does, in the night.
Harm beckoned me on her way,
Indeed, I went harm's way,
Wittingly went heart's way,
Wittingly went love's way.
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