Be Safe

Please be extra safe tonight.
Please don't drink and drive, or fight.
     Celebrate the year.
     A new one is here.
Enjoy the firework light.

Celebrate

The end is nearly here,
But we should have no fear.
     Celebrate great times.
     Hear the midnight chimes.
Have a Happy New Year!

Unsweet Heat

Shopping is almost complete.
The new year, we shall soon meet.
     Where is the white snow
     If the temp. is low?
Then there is the unsweet heat.

Outer Space

We explore in outer space,
Unsure of what we may face.
     We fly to the stars,
     Find water on Mars.
To the frontier, we shall race.

Tale of the Missing Shoe

He lost a new shoe.
Before there were two.
It was silver and blue.
We retrace our trail.
The path has gone stale.
We will not fail.
We don't have a clue.
Under our nose's view,
There is the shoe.
We let out a relief exhale,
Though the shoes were on sale.
"Yippee, hurray," we hail!

Restless Boy

There once was a boy who wouldn't go to sleep.
There was no addition of soft woolly sheep.
     He crawls and rolls around,
     Making a giggly sound.
His drained mommy sighs and desires to weep.

Christmas

Christmas is a day of gift-giving;
A day of familial fight forgiving.
The morning becomes a land of toys.
Joy and laughter come from girls and boys.
Wrapping paper and shiny bows fly.
Opening cards and lace, they untie.
Parents enjoy cleaning up the mess.
Little ones take a break from academic progress.
Most eat a Turkey for dinner or lunch.
Not us! We go to a Chinese buffet to munch.

Bounce Counts

How many bounces can one bounce an hour?
More than enough to make my mood grow sour.
     Bounce, bounce, bounce.
     My heart counts.
The ball bounces constantly as they tower.

December Heat

December heat
Is not very neat.
We wear shorts
And play sports.
Outside we walk.
In the sun we talk.
Cold drinks needed.
Warm sweat beaded.
We need a nap.
We sleep in a snap.
The globe is warming.
Storms are swarming.
Winter is hot.
Cold, it is not.

Science Saturday: Horrifying Hurricanes

Tropical cyclones are rain makers.

Terrible typhoons are home breakers.

     They wash away

     And ruin the day.

Horrible hurricanes are life takers.

Cyclones run counterclockwise

They cause gigantic demise.

     They swell in the sea,

     Grow as big as can be.

Evacuation would be wise.

When circumstances are right,

A superstorm joins the fight.

    Don't be a hero.

    You may be a zero.

If it's too late, bunker tight.

Prepare yourself before May.
Cyclone season won't delay.
     Buy canned food, candles,
     Water, and sandals.
Plan for an extended stay.

Happy Winter Solstice!

The shortest day of the year,
Is finally and happily here.
The Earth's tilt is the reason
Why we have the winter season.
It actually does feel cold,
Wow, I have grown old.
My little one does not know,
What the fuss is about snow.
Hopefully soon he can touch
The stuff of which we don't get much.
I have made chicken noodle soup.
We tell stories as a family group.
We watch movies and play.
We bake cookies and cook tamales all day.
Flowers will bloom after they wilt.
To a celebration of winterly tilt!

Image Credit: PicsArt drawings & clipart

The End

There once was a world named Earth,
That was filled with joy and worth.
     Humans had a fit,
     Then destroyed it.
Now there's no more cheer and mirth.

Rogue Meteor

A rogue meteor heads to Earth.
It has tremendous girth.
Scientists alert about their find.
People pray the impact will be kind.
The end of the world may be near,
Fueling the fire of flaming fear.
Raids for supplies quickly take place.
In bomb shelters, some hide and pace.
As paranoia exponentially fans,
There are meteor destruction plans
Scientists do the math
To drive it off its path.
Maybe there will be a spacewalk
To blow up the giant rock.
The world's ills don't seem to matter.
People become madder and sadder
At the hopelessness they feel now.
This can't be the end; no way, no how.
They all take a deep breath and hold.
The air grows still and cold.

Tales Tuesday: Zombie Apocalypse

Scientists study cancer,
Testing a brain enhancer.
But the vaccine is not right.
It bites back with a fight.
The cannibal virus eats
On human brain meats.
Changing the infected
Who are injected.
They become undead
And hungrily charge ahead.

Day by day, city by city,
People turn. What a pity.
Citizens are alarmed
And many are armed.
Due to the impending doom.
Squeezing in a safe room
The alive ration meals,
But someone steals.
The food runs out
And they all shout.

The zombies are near.
The group shows fear.
They turn most,
With their viral host.
Little Eric shoves a Twinkie
Into a sling shot slinky.
He shoots and zombies snack,
Not knowing what the snacks lack.
Zombies chew.
Zombies moo.

A zombie chokes.
So little Eric pokes,
To make sure it doesn't move.
They can be beat, he seems to prove.
Eric saves the day.
He continues to play,
With his action figurines.
Reading comic magazines,
He has such an imagination,
Successfully ending the zombie infestation.

Math Monday: Happening Hypotheses

A hypothesis is an educated guess.
It needs testing and nothing less.
Hypotheses are the part with "if."
Conclusions have "then," which can be tested in a jiff.
If the banana is yellow, then it is ready to eat.
If a runner is tired, then they may want a seat.
If leaves turn orange, then it is fall.
If parents are giants, then the child will grow tall.
If I pet a kitty, then they will purr.
If I jump on the sleeping Daddy, then he will stir.
If "x" is a negative number, then it can't be zero or above.
If Mommy hugs me, then she is showing her love.
Don't forget to test these.
Be responsible when you make hypotheses.

Green Stocking

We added one stocking this year.
The birth of our son, we cheer.
Traditions, we usually don't follow,
But stockings aren't left hollow.
We give favorite candy
And items that are handy.
Little things, we like to share.
Sharing things shows we care.
We have red, blue, and now green.
Until it's time, gifts are unseen.
This tradition our son can take delight.
May he find fun toys and tasty foods to bite.

Shingle Swells

I was hoping to write about inertia today for Science Saturday, but since I am not feeling well, this is all I have.

Shingle swells, shingle swells,
Shingles on my face.
Oh what fun are these hives.
I'd rather be sprayed with mace.

Food Friday: Ice Cream Ids

Yes please, I think I will have some ice cream.
With the humidity and the heat, it's hotter than it may seem.
Spoonfuls of creamy coldness
Is wintry boldness.
Perhaps a waffle cone may do.
My teeth chatter when I chew.
White chocolate raspberry swirl
For a day that has been a whirl.
The treat makes everything bittersweet,
As I sit here eating in my seat;
Thinking about today's events.
The whole world laments
The needless killing of kids.
Finding my lid, I think there are too many unnoticed damaged ids.

Sickness Fatigue

My baby and I trade being ill.
Surely, we have met our fill.
Our days go up and down.
We frequently frown
At what may possibly be wrong.
To calm us, I sing a little song.
I've never been this sick.
Hospital visits have been hectic.
It makes me sad
That both of us feel bad.
I don't want to be a constant fretter.
Hopefully, soon we will get better.

Stop The Bullies

Bullies are mean.
Bullies are green.
Bullies attack.
Bullies talk smack.
They don't fit a mold.
They don't do what they're told.
Bullies blackmail.
Bullies are male and female.
Bullies follow.
Bullies are hollow.
They cheat and lie.
They make you want to cry.
Bullies control.
Bullies patrol.
Bullies steal.
Bullies tell you not to squeal.
You don't need to take it.
Tell an adult to make bullies quit.

Tales Tuesday: Good Morning, Mommy!

I wake up in the morning and it is bright.
The sun is up, providing red, pink, and orange light.
The birds are happy as they tweet and sing.
A new day is here. I wonder what fun it will bring.
I turn to Mommy as she is still asleep.
I stare at her and smile, while not making a peep.
Though, the time for being up is coming near.
I quietly speak just loud enough for her to hear.
She tiredly says "Son, go back to sleep. It's early."
We've been asleep all night. She must be joking, surely.
I double my efforts to be an alarm clock.
I roll over, climb on mommy, and now loudly talk.
"Get up, Mommy! We must start our day!
I want you to be awake so that we can play!"
I roll and crawl to make an earthquake.
Mommy groans as she stirs awake.
"Okay, okay son. I guess we're up."
I smile at mommy, not knowing what is the holdup.
She smiles back and gives me a kiss on the head.
She picks me up as we get out of bed.
We giggle as we leave the bedroom.
Good morning, Mommy! Let's play with my new riding toy, "vroom!"

Math Monday: Glorious Geometry

I love geometry.
There is symmetry.
There are lines and angles;
Points and triangles;
Octagons and rhombi;
Area and radii;
Geometric wedges
And edges.
Neat looking trapezoids.
Finding answers to voids.
Beautiful center of gravity;
Filled to capacity.
A 3D side is called a face.
2D shapes have space.
Hierarchical family trees.
One hundred eighty degrees.
There are conjectures
And given figures;
Parallels, circular arcs,
And mathematical marks.
Follow the isometry.
Learn geometry!

Product Review Sunday: Education

Learning new ideas can be fun.
We grow smarter as the Earth revolves around the Sun.
It empowers the mind to ask questions.
Leadership is born when we make suggestions.
Mistakes are prevented when history is read.
Innovation is conquered when creativity is spread.
We need math to know how things add up.
We need comedians to know when to sit back and crack up.
Science teaches us how everything works.
Communication is necessary to join networks.
Imagination in relationships can be key.
The arts may be the only way we'll see.
To feed the mind, we must feed the body as an athlete.
It is important for our education to be diverse and complete.

Science Saturday: Gravity's a Downer.

Gravity is the force that holds us to the ground.
If a ball is thrown, the path down is round.
Let go of an apple and watch it fall.
People dive from planes, an activity to enthrall.
To escape gravity, one can use helium to float.
One can't be free from it in the water, so they float on a boat.
Or one can fly in a spaceship that uses thrust.
Impressive propelling rockets are a must.
Gravity is what keeps the air on the Earth.
We owe it to gravity; our life's worth.
For without it, life may simply not exist.
And if gravity disappeared, it would surely be missed.

Procrastination

Saturday's post will be a little late due to a busy schedule.  The topic will be about gravity for those whom are interested.  Thank you for reading!

December is hot.
Parents are always tired.
Sleeping sounds so sweet.

Food Friday: Gingerbread Men

Little Sam gathers ingredients for the batter.
He follows the recipe to the letter,
Making sure the clothes do not tatter;
And gleaming eyes with a curvy smile that is better.
For the last batch didn't taste quite right.
He tosses them into the oven that is very hot.
He watches his masterpieces by turning on the oven light.
Bubbling goo and fire is caught.
Sam swings the door open to rescue his men.
Despite being singed, they are perfect.
He thinks about what could have been,
But his new duty is to protect.
He shows off his skills,
Promising he was the sole cook.
Ooing and awwing at the frills,
Sam's friends take a look.
During class, a student takes a bite.
Sam doesn't even see.
Gingerbread men's joy turn to fright,
As the poor soldier has lost his leg below the knee.
Fright turns to anger as their eyes turn red hot quick.
They go after the students who will eat them next.
They run to their shins and give a swift kick.
Clearly they are vexed.
Sam is unnerved that events have turned.
His perfect batch is staging a coup.
Perhaps they should have never been burned.
But what else was he supposed to do?
"Everyone, save yourselves and eat!"
Even though this meant that his perfect batch is destroyed.
Sadness...Sam didn't know his men had a kick, but they were sweet.
Annoyed, he must now make more to fill his creative and tasty void.






Image Credit: PicsArt clip art, adjusted and filtered by Kristi Kosina.

Foggy December

The air is a warm,
Humid swarm
Of choking wet gas.
Eriely entered the rolling mass.
The grass has dew
And the streets do too.
The water is cool
In the swimming pool.
The fog dances
As the air prances.
I take a stroll,
Which takes its toll.
Tricks are played on my eyes.
For clarity, my mind tries.
I can't see
And I can't break free.
My mind is full of a bog.
All I see is the fog.

Thought Experiment Thursday: Man Falls Onto Subway Tracks

A man is pushed onto the subway tracks
After engaging in verbal attacks.
This pain should have never occurred.
But, alas the controversial moral pot has been stirred.
A photographer captures the entire event.
His help was not lent.
Instead, he flashes his camera to prevent fatal pain.
But nothing can stop the subway train.
Should the photographer had run to the fallen man's aid?
Or, does he have a duty to document stories to get paid?
Was he even close enough?
These split second decisions are tough.
And what of the hundreds whom only watched?
Could not one of them rescued this life that was botched?
Surely each person has a moral duty to protect.
Neglect allowed this poor life to be wrecked.

Now We're Getting Places!

Little Tadpole, you started out so small
And now you have grown so tall.
You could barely move.
You had nothing to prove.
But now you thrive
And can do the jive.
You climb to your feet
And kitties you meet.
Briefly, you stand alone.
A wiggly boy, unlike stone.
So giggly as you throw your hands in the air.
Taking bold leaps, more than Mommy thinks you should dare.
You are so carefree,
But you still cling to me.
Just stand flat on your feet and not on your toe.
You're my tiny sprite baby on the go.

Tales Tuesday: Goodnight Kitty

We are winding down for the night.
The kitties bask in the decreasing sunlight.
Bright becomes the superhero night light.
It is story time in the middle of the living room floor.
The kitties jump from their perch and the center of attention, they implore.
The baby boy pats the kitties. They have such a great rapport.
Daddy walks to kitchen and the kitties think it's time to eat.
Whoosh, they are quick on their feet.
Both athletes compete for the first bite of the meaty treat.
Into the bathroom, we all brush our teeth. The baby points out two.
The boy kitty jumps onto the toilet of a blue hue.
He waits until we're done, while perching as a furry, purring statue.
The baby and boy kitty sing a little ditty.
The baby pats both felines, thinking they are pretty.
Before the baby goes to bed, he says "goodnight girl kitty. Goodnight boy kitty."

Math Monday: Fibonacci's Infinite Flowering

Zero, one, one, two, three, five.
Pineapple, sunflower, bee hive.
Eight, thirteen, twenty-one.
Tree limbs maximize under the sun.
Apples and bananas have golden powers.
Fibonacci's spirals are in pretty flowers.
Such mathematic beauty shows up in pinecones.
The golden numbers are even present in human bones.
It's within the chambered nautilus, starfish, and the sweet dolphin.
See it during the carving of a Halloween pumpkin.
Hear the math with the cochlea in the inner ear.
Go explore in nature to see where Fibonacci's sequence may appear.





Reference:

http://jwilson.coe.uga.edu/emat6680/parveen/fib_nature.htm

Image Credit:

Original: http://inspirationgreen.com/assets/images/Art/Fibronacci/nautilus%20shell.jpg

Post Image: PicsArt filtered by Kristi Kosina

Break Time!

Taking a break.
Later, a poem, I shall make.
I can't stay awake.

Science Saturday: Fantastic Fossil Frenzy

Imagine you're reading a book
And then you held the binding and shook.
Sheets of paper fall to the ground,
Almost like they were never around.
Put the book into a time capsule and wait a hundred years.
Your great grandkids read the story that appears.
They search for the missing pages,
Knowing that they may be gone for ages;
Or they may be gone forever.
But giving up on the full story; they do never.

This is kind of what fossil finding is like.
Except no one put them there for you to find on a hike.
Animals or plants ceased to be
And sediment covered and hardened over them as we can see.
Paleontologists study fossil records,
Which there are now hoards.
There are still missing links,
Even though, everyday, the chance of finding them shrinks.
Remember, if you find a fossil,
Tell a scientist and do not jostle.




Image Credit:

Original: National Geographic
Post Image: PicsArt filtered by Kristi Kosina.

Food Friday: Fungus Among Us

Fungus can be a tasty treat.
They add flavor that can't be beat.
Fungus yeast is used in leavened bread.
There is fungi in a blue cheese spread.
It is in the soy sauce that people consume.
The most popular fungus is the mushroom.
Yet, fungi can be an acquired taste.
Do your homework before trying poisonous ones in haste.
Fungi may not look nice, but try it; you should.
It makes many foods taste good.

Thought Experiment Thursday: Cow in the Field

Anxious that he has lost Bessie, his cow, the farmer raises an eyebrow.
The milkman says don't fret after having seen the cow.
But the farmer must confirm that standing in his field is the black and white Bessie, eating grassy chow.
The farmer indeed sees a black and white cow shape and is satisfied.
The milkman checks and sees that Bessie is in fact there, but behind a tree, seeming to hide.
Curiously though, in front of the tree are sheets of black and white paper that are tied.
What did the farmer really see?
Tricks of the mind; can it be?
For surely, he only saw the paper in front of the tree.

Equality for All

Difference in fellow humans shouldn't matter.
It seems we go out of our way to cause friendships to shatter.
It's wrong to see others as small.
Recipients of hatred shouldn't feel this at all.
It shouldn't matter that we make a low or high wage.
It shouldn't matter that sexual orientation causes rage.
It shouldn't matter that one is male or female.
It shouldn't matter if we're a high school dropout or a Ph.D. graduate of Yale.
It shouldn't matter what worldview we hold.
It shouldn't matter that we're young or old.
It shouldn't matter that we are brown, black, or white.
It shouldn't matter what is the status of our height.
It shouldn't matter that we are heavy or thin.
It shouldn't matter if we lose games or win.
It shouldn't matter if we have an extra chromosome.
It shouldn't matter if we have a mansion or no home.
It shouldn't matter if we are an Olympian or physically impaired.
When it comes to scrutiny, no one is spared.
Imagine what it's like to be put into an earthly hell.
We're all human beings and should treat another well.

Tales Tuesday: The Misadventures of Little Dorian Wade - Mommy's Hospital Prison Break

In a sterile bed among the ill,
Mommy stays against her will.
A double surgery saves her life.
But, recovery causes her strife.
How long she'll stay, none know.
"Sir Walden, we'll save her. Let's go!
Alert and inform the narwhal team."
Rife with skeeters, seeking the bloodstream.
Dorian activates a skeeter spy.
Into the chaos, the drone will fly.

Dorian and Sir Walden don spy gear.
The team sneaks in the microbial frontier.
They slip past the initial security defense.
Once out of view, our skeeters dispense.
They search out Mommy's bed.
Dorian views video, seeing what's ahead.
Nurses swat at our skeeter, but miss.
Sir Walden enjoys the realism of this.
Finding its target, Mommy bats it out of existence.
Dorian orders, "move!" after the video silence.

Entering the elevator, the team beams with glee.
Sir Walden jumps at the wall, lighting up Three.
They exit and head for Mommy's bed.
The obstacle course looks strenuous ahead.
Avoiding gurneys and a wheelchair,
They smack real skeeters in the air.
There is a closet they briefly hide inside,
While watching a patient go by, not enjoying their ride.
They step back out to complete their quest.
Then they hear a lady who sounds possessed.

That can't be Mommy. She isn't that loud.
The voice complains of desired food that isn't allowed.
They don't seem to understand that diabetes can kill.
Yet, they still smuggle in sweets against the nurse's will.
Then it hits Dorian. We are no different, breaking out a loved one, are we?
Mommy's in here for a reason; I finally see.
But we must still check on her. We've come so far.
We shouldn't waste time since this trip's so bizarre.

At last they enter Mommy's room.
Her face lights up after a look of gloom.
She says, "Hi Dorian, I am happy to see you here!"
Dorian replies "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! We've come to get you! Have no fear!"
The nurse enters with a surprised look in her face.
She scolds, "small children should not be in this contaminated place."
Mommy agrees and says it isn't safe.
She needs to be in here as long as needed, so Dorian doesn't become a waif.
Daddy gathers Dorian and his stuff.
The boy disapproves and lets out a huff.

While at home Daddy puts Dorian on his lap.
He opens the laptop, and they giggle and clap.
They answer a musical video call.
Mommy appears in a window so small.
They talk and play, cry and laugh.
Then in come the medical staff.
They say Mommy served her time and is free to go home.
She says "I'll leave soon after I change clothes and use a comb."
When it comes to family time, the three have a wealth.
Dorian has learned today about taking care of his health.

Math Monday: Equilateral Triangle

A perfect triangle has three sides of equal size.
Knowing that such a triangle has three sixty-degree angles makes one wise.
Equal lengths and equal angles.
Such perfection, the mind wrangles.
These can be seen in yield street signs.
I play peg solitaire on shorelines.
We draw food pyramids to learn about what we eat.
Randhurst Village, a mall, is a triangular architectural feat.
The almost complete equilateral "triangles" is even a musical instrument we play.
Cut some card deck diamonds in half at the shorter corners and we have two perfect triangles to display.
The Philippines is a nation whose flag is made with an equilateral triangle, showing their pride.
This geometric shape can be seen worldwide.

Product Review Sunday: Exercise

After a Thanksgiving week of eating well,
You've gained a few pounds, which isn't swell.
The gym is packed as you drive by
And besides, your energy level isn't high.
Excuses, excuses. Things I say in my head.
Though, strenuous exercise is activity I truly dread.
My goal is to at least walk every day.
But my new parenthood often leaves me wanting to hit the hay.
Just go outside
And take a stride.
Walk to get the mail.
To the nearest park you could travail.
If you must stay indoors,
Pop in a ten-minute video of workout wars.
Find your groove and your energy will improve.
Whatever you do, just move.

Science Saturday: Eclipse

A beautiful event in time and space.
Objects block the light in the right place.
Most common to us are a solar and lunar eclipse.
The objects involved are the shape of an ellipse.
The solar one can blind.
The moon turns copper when properly aligned.
The moon blocks the sun's light.
The Earth blocks the moon on the side that's night.
Such events are somewhat rare.
We like to record these events and share.
Such astronomical events tend to amaze.
We wait all day or night to glimpse this phase.

Black Friday

I have a headache.

Tomorrow, cheesecake.

I only had one nap.

Skyped with baby on my lap.

I ate good food.

In a nice mood.

Need some sleep.

Baby; not a peep.

Getting stuff done.

Pleasing the hon and son.

Tomorrow, Black Friday.

A cause for mayday.

I won't have to bake.

Yes, cheesecake!

Turkey Day!

Today's a day when family and friends unite.
All are pleased by a generous invite.
Some arrive by car and some arrive by flight.
Kids play in snow that is powdered and white.
They pretend to duel as a ninja and a knight.
Yet, down here, kids avoid a sun that is way too bright.
Everyone anticipates that first turkey bite.
They gather around the fireplace for heat and ambient light.
They sing songs and sometimes fight.
They work together to assemble dinner with every last creative might.
The turkey fits in the oven, even though the squeeze is tight.
Some play board games and grant life or smite.
Some play trivia games and declare who's wrong or right.
Dinner is served and everyone's faces show delight.
Giving thanks is the child with the smallest height.
Some request a cold zero-calorie Sprite.
The chefs ask how good the food is; the guests answer "quite!"
All say thanks and show they can be polite.
Full bellies make everyone tired so they all say "good night!"
Another year goes by and everyone is alright.
Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy its taste, touch, smell, sound, and sight!

Wacky Wednesday: Stroll'n In The Park

To the neighborhoods, we crisscross.
I take the reigns, like a boss.
Go forth Mommy creature.
I wonder what this ride will feature.
I'm riding like a home boy
In my stroller, waving my toy.
A Scotty dog curiously ruffs,
While I eat my veggie puffs.
We make an appearance at the park,
Before the sun goes down and it's dark.
My lion hat is sideways.
I set girls' hearts ablaze.
They see my steel blue eyes.
That big head makes me wise.
All the ladies coo and aww.
I ride by, like I'm the law.
I impress with my ah blah blahs.
I flash my grin. I hear applause.
Mush onward chauffeur!
I take off my hat to fix my coiffure.
Ooh, pretty white kitty!
I can't take you home; what a pity.
I am done showing off my chrome.
Momma Mom Mom! Let's go home.

Thought Experiment Tuesday: The Train Problem

You are a conductor of a rather large and luxurious choo choo train.
You conduct this choo choo train through the valleys of Spain.
Your enjoyment is interrupted by a boisterous radio alert.
An arch nemesis gives an ultimatum of hurt.
Your nemesis turns your attention to the train tracks,
And ultimately to the lives at stake. You can't relax.
Ahead, push the lever left and destroy a thousand Ding Dongs galore.
Push the lever right and the very last Twinkie becomes no more.
Do you save many at the expense of one?
Or do you prevent the tastier option from being terminated; done?
Either choice you disapprove.
What's your move?

Math Monday: Dazzling Division

Dividing is an important math function.
It can be seen in almost every junction.
How many weeks are in a standard year?
Three hundred sixty-five divided by seven days is fifty-two (rounded near).
How many quarters are in a dollar?
One over one divided by one over four, holler!
Switch the one over four to four over one and multiply.
The answer is four quarters for the water we buy.
We divide to find out how many sets are in a whole.
How many touchdowns plus extra kicks are in twenty-one?
By the way, the Cowboys were up by three and they won!

A Baby's Laughter

We play ball and to Daddy he kicks.
He really has down the basics.
It's fun to kick the ball to Daddy.
It's fun to be picked up my Mommy.
It's fun to use physics to whack
An inert object. Laughter will crack.
Back and forth. To and fro.
The bouncy green ball will go.
We all have fun throwing the ball back and forth.
The boy aims his tiny active legs north.
He kicks and laughs, jumps and wriggles.
The ball hops and rolls, stops and he giggles.
Back and forth. Up and down.
His skill could be renown.
His skill to bring a smile to my face.
He laughs so often. I can't keep pace.

Science Saturday: Dark Matter

Dark matter is the stuff unseen by a telescope.
There has to be more matter, scientists hope.
These are mysterious particles indeed.
Better measuring tools we need.
We can only see what is seen by light.
Yet, what is seen doesn't explain its gravitational might.
There has to be more matter, scientists think.
Dark matter appears to be a galactic hoodwink.
But it has to be there, based on observation;
By watching planet, star, and galaxy rotation.
There isn't enough light stuff to prevent stars from flying apart.
Dark Matter plays nice and holds its light friends to the heart.
Dark energy is but a force which scientists are fonder.
Though, there has to be more matter, scientists ponder.





References:
http://astro.berkeley.edu/~mwhite/darkmatter/dm.html
http://science.nasa.gov/astrophysics/focus-areas/what-is-dark-energy/
http://sci2.esa.int/glossary/glossary_d.html

Food Friday: Delicious Donuts

When I walk into HEB
The smell of fresh donuts hits me.
The sweet, glorious smell of win;
Desiring to pluck dozens to put in my shopping bin.
Lemon-filled and coconut;
Blueberry-filled and almond nut;
Cinnamon powder and sour cream
The rainbow colors make me beam.
Sprinkles and ones of cake;
Cherry-filled, all day they bake.
Bear claws and sugar glazed;
At the selection, I am amazed.
At last, I may soon be a diabetic.
For sugar cravings, I have to learn to be apathetic.

The Misadventures of Little Dorian Wade: Sea Beast Unleashed

The waters are a cold navy blue
And ahead is a crystal clear view.
A giant squid swims nearby.
The number of life here isn't high.
Captain Aquarius sits in his chair,
Tapping his fingers and donning an inquisitive stare.
He momentarily glances at his number one.
His pilot goes by DeMeow Purrswasion.
Captain Aquarius rolls his eyes.
Perhaps better help won't lead to his demise.

They search for the Cycrocoshark sea beast,
Before it decides to once again feast.
Captain Aquarius has lost too many vital men.
How long has the menace attacked? He doesn't know when.
It is evident, though, that this creature is vicious.
It tears apart prey that it finds delicious.
He stares out the window, plotting his counterplay;
Anything to stop the beast's endless buffet.
It especially finds tasty, the men wearing red.
Perhaps he can be bait, being that he is a redhead.

The proximity alarm sounds. Something huge is near.
Nothing surrounds as the crew's faces show fear.
Captain Aquarius knows the beast is closing in.
Through the blue void, appears a large dorsal fin;
Underneath, the body is indeed a bizarre sight.
The Captain senses he's about to enter a fight.
He is, of course, right. The beast is heading their way.
The crew assay the situation to prevent becoming the next soufflé.
Turning enough, the submarine displays a near miss.
The creature is persistent and its pursuit it will not dismiss.

Captain Aquarius boomingly commands, "do not lose it!"
A course change demands hall stress, but the hall should not split.
The crew hears creaking as they turn and brace.
Full engines burst as they enter a chase.
Closing in, the Captain orders "fire a torpedo to end this fight!"
"Torpedo away" a man shouts, but the beast banks right.
The chase has reversed as now the creature is behind.
Options have now certainly severely declined.
The beast is very agile and quick;
Seemingly going the speed of super sonic.

Just when Captain Aquarius is about to save the day,
Daddy walks in the bathroom with a red gummy in his mouth, part way.
"Daddy, what are you eating?"
He replies, "gummy vitamin," while seating.
"My vital men...YOU...ate them; how could you?"
"Because they're delicious! I really wanted two!"
Dorian's lip forms into a downward curl.
The tub begins draining as the sub and beast swirl.
Daddy offers, "I'll buy you more."
Dorian responds, "My vital men, you can't restore."

Cool November

When the air grows cold,
A jacket-less parade is bold;
Canaries chirp in the fall;
Kids, at lunch, play basketball;
Yachts sail by in the cool bay breeze;
Winter will soon bring on a freeze;
Enjoyment ensues of endless days of hot soup;
Destroying enemies in a gaming alliance group;
Napping under a cozy comforter and velvet sheet;
Ever so slight is the smell of burning mesquite;
Sipping on warm apple cider;
Dangling in a tree, like a spider;
A festival to celebrate for no good reason;
Youth enjoy this change in season.

Thought Experiment Tuesday: schrÖDINger's kitty

There is a quite ordinary box.
And in that box appears a kitty with socks.
And with that kitty, catnip is tossed in.
The box is closed, leaving the two entities within.
The question is what happens during this transition time?
Do the two entities sublime?
Does the kitty lose one of its nine lives?
To survive, does the kitty ninja-throw knives.
If the catnip is digested, what becomes of the kitty?
The fact of uncertainty is a pity.
The facts are uncovered when the lid becomes open.
What are the favorable odds for the kitten?
Open the box.
The kitty flies out and now talks.
It's kitty crazy hour.
The atmosphere becomes sour.

Math Monday: Circles

A circle is round.
Wheels are circles that go around.
Bottle caps are circles that twist.
Pies are circles that I've missed.
Circles contain pi;
And pi is in an eye;
And round too are coins;
As with bacon wrapped sirloins.
Round door knobs turn.
The circular sun gives a sunburn.
The circle of life seems endless.
But I digress.
Round things are fun,
Like being under the sun.

Thank you, Veterans!

Fellow citizens volunteer to go to war.
This is no simple chore.
They fight so that we can be the greatest nation on earth.
They see terrible things so that the American Dream has higher worth.
They lose arms and legs, and get hit with shrapnel to the heart.
They come home with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and fall apart.
They see friends lose their life.
Some struggle at home with guns or a knife.
They don't receive the help they need.
Some even end up on the streets, unable to feed.
We should help our veterans. It's the right thing to do.
At the very least, tell a veteran, thank you.

Science Saturday: Constellations

Look up at the peaceful sparkly night sky.
You might see shapes and figures way up high.
These are called constellations.
Each civilization has there own creations.
People made up figures for many reasons.
Early farmers connected the dots to tell the seasons.
Travelers used them to tell their location.
Students can learn them through astronomy education.
The sky is filled with fish and lions,
Crabs and dogs, and dragons and scorpions.
There are water bearers and serpent bearers
And even fantastical sky archers.
The figures can be whatever you want them to be.
In the sky, what do you see?

Food Friday: Crazy Cereal

Cereals are a grain.
I eat it for breakfast to relieve hunger pain.
Pour some in a bowl.
Pour in some milk; soy, fat free, two percent, or whole.
Use a spoon as a boat and say ahoy!
Take a bite and enjoy!

The Misadventures of Little Dorian Wade: Save the Dinosaurs

Even though it is neither winter nor cool,
Dorian thinks wearing his stego jacket is supercool.
Enjoying today's festivities of napping and playing, "ooh...my!"
The design of the stegosaurus catches his eye.
He touches the grey, fuzzy sewn on design,
Pondering what cut short the giant reptile's life line.
What did them in, Momma mentioned, was a big rock.
It came from the sky, killing most things that fly, swim, and walk.
Sad face. Dorian never had the chance to meet one;
Perhaps even ride on its back. It could've been fun.

He stares at his dinosaur mobile,
Wishing he could be helpful and noble.
The dancing rainbow T-rex, tyradactal, and stegosaurus whirl.
They smile and stare at him; their eyes the color of pearl.
The black and white center circles like a vortex,
Wreaking havoc on Dorian's young visual cortex.
He closes his eyes and is now at peace,
Waiting for the dizziness to cease.
He opens his eyes to witness a beautiful sight.
The air smells clean and the outdoors is bright.

A giant mosquito-like bug buzzes by,
Almost hitting Dorian in the face. "Shoo fly."
He gazes at the lush foilage of which the area is pleasantly rife.
It is even full of various plump and rather odd-looking wild life.
"Sir Walden, what do you make of this location?"
"The dinosaur era is my speculation."
Dorian cogitates the recent events and agrees.
Having Sir Walden's company puts him at ease.
The knowledgeable kitty hands Dorian a device.
Stating, "You desire to aid these ancient beasts. This shall suffice.

It can move earth as easy as the push from a digit."
Dorian is impressed by Sir Walden's ingenuity as he considers the widget.
"But wouldn't upsetting the timeline create a different parallel universe?
A result of humanity not in dominion could be worse.
Better yet, aren't we creating a time paradox just by being here?"
Sir Walden offers, "perhaps we'll all benefit from coexistence...or...disappear."
Disappear? Dorian fears for the effects of their cause,
Enough so, to give him pause.
To save the poor, defenseless dinosaurs and become friends,
...Or return to his time empty-handed, as his conscience recommends?

Dorian raises his device to the sky,
Pointing it at the fireball way up high.
He turns his head away in fear of the change.
Then, in the bushes, he hears something strange;
The wimper of a baby stegosaurus as it pokes out his head.
Dorian is torn between fate and heroics; not wanting the baby dead.
He quickly thinks through his options as events he may not undo,
Gazing at the poor reptile, he now knows what he must do.
He points his wand at the stego and levitates him,
Dorian is saddened as dinosaur future is grim.

Turning face-up, he sees his mobile clearly.
Taking a deep breath, Dorian wonders if he died. No, nearly.
Back at home, in his own time, he undoubtedly sees.
But, Techtonic "The Plated" Stego is not to be seen. Sir Walden and Dorian freeze.
Momma comes in and sweetly says, "I have something for you."
Wondering what that could be, he has no clue,
But he can only think of his baby stego's whereabouts.
Maybe he didn't make it. Dorian is having doubts.
He enters the living room and there is his stego. Smiles, they both cannot hide.
There is even a saddle, so Dorian can go for a ride.

Four More Years!

To finish what was started, we have four more years.
America is still here to alleviate some fears.
Jobs will continue to be added.
Americans' pocketbooks will be padded.
Education will be fixed.
Obamacare won't be nixed.
Same-sex rights measures will not lose.
Women will retain the right to choose.
We'll continue to have the strongest military of any nation.
Hurricane relief will go to the New England people and restore the subway station.
Green energy will be our future.
Obama will continue to mend and suture.
In each of these ideals, he has created hope.
If you voted and lost, you did your civic duty; so please don't mope.
Here's to another four years of progress.
Here's to another four years of success!

Election Day!

Today is the day to get out and vote.
This is an important day I must note.
Hopefully, we'll find out soon who's our next president;
Who will for the next four years be the White House resident.
Whoever you vote for, ensure that you know the issues.
If you don't vote, there won't be any sympathy tissues.
Get out and vote for Republicans.
Go back in time to relive Bush plans.
Get out and vote for Democrats.
Move forward on progress with proven stats.
Get out and vote for the candidate of your choice.
If you don't vote, you will have lost your voice.
Empowered are not those whom are chatters.
Power is voting, because every vote matters.

Busy, Busy.

Busy, busy.
My day's in a tizzy.
I received the flu shot and now I'm dizzy.
I just woke up. My hair is frizzy.
I'll need some caffeine in a drink that's fizzy.

Product Review Sunday: My Baby Son

He was born too early,
But he desired to leave, surely.
It's scary to have a preemie.
It makes my eyes steamy.
Health problems come and go.
For two double surgeries, the healing is slow.
Sitting in the hospital, waiting.
My son's pain, I'm always hating.
He couldn't eat and I couldn't feed.
On and off, my husband and I are worried.
Son-bun's face is endlessly dry, cracked, itchy, and red.
He's always had a very large head.
He is forever prodded and poked.
I grabbed his tiny hand and kissed and stroked.
They try and try, but there is still no vein.
He cries and cries with no escape from pain.
There is nothing I can do but watch,
And hope it ends quickly and there is nothing to botch.
When it's done, I give my son kisses and I hold him tight.
I try my best to quell his fright.
I tell him that everything will be okay,
That things will be better someday.
Though he's tall and slim,
I think we will keep him.

Science Saturday: Big Bang Theory

Big Bang Conceptualization

BANG!
A singularity is born and matter is sprang.
Before the big bang, nothing existed; not even time, nor matter, nor energy, nor space.
Away from each other, nuclei and electrons race.
As unlikely as it was, a nucleus and an electron combined to make hydrogen.
Atoms made molecule armies and molecules led to a living organism legion.
Our reality is but a pocket inside another realm.
The beginning never ceases to overwhelm.
But what is understood is the ever expanding reaches of our known universe.
Blow up a balloon and see matter disperse.
Look into a telescope and see stars and galaxies as they were hundreds of millions of years ago.
Look at the cosmic microwave background radiation to see a faint glow.
Light and heat are uniform across Earth's sky.
The known universe is in a cooling state after temperatures were so high.
Thirteen-point-seven billion years is a long time.
It took that long from the start until now to make this rhyme.
It took that long for matter to coalesce and evolve into the living beings of today.
There is overwhelming proof to the skeptics' dismay.





References:
http://map.gsfc.nasa.gov/universe/bb_theory.html
http://www.allaboutscience.org/big-bang-theory.htm