It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, September 19, 2024

Please Don't Let Mrs. CarPeo Read This Poem

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EXCAVATION
 
Fireman stop their trucks
to get one look at her
Her  soft  and single touch
makes mountain lions purr
 
She knows when truth is truthed
and when a lie is told
She excavates sadness
 and silver turns to gold
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© PAUL OLIVERIO ©
January 3, 1975
 
six beats to a line 
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 19, 2024 at 4:32 PM

    This is Dr. Raft, Paul's psychoanalyst and lifelong friend.
    I was with him at a Greenwich Village coffee house
    when he read this poem on a cold winter night.

    He prefaced it with the following words:
    The saddest thing to say about a love song
    is to describe it as a work of fiction.

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