Tag Archives: Probability

A slight improvement to sequence displays:

Posted by David Emeron on

As I have been reviewing the site, I have been renaming my sequence tags to the actual names for the sequences in question.  I shall be moving the sequence links from a menu widget to a links widget.  Which shall give me a different set of options regarding the positioning i.e. the order of such links.

In addition, while I have not yet found a way to reverse the order of sequence posts so that they may read from the top down, I have discovered that inserting links of the form:

https://davidemeron.com/tag/the-rain/#post-3643

will start the reader at the bottom, and therefore at the first entry in the sequence.  This, at least, will allow the reader to scroll upward through the posts in date order–which, after all is the “normal” blogging order:  oldest at the bottom, newest at the top.  And perhaps, this is good enough.

Sonnet: Stardate – 50419.1…

Posted by David Emeron on

My love has wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip,
My love would soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.

So dances she–round and round to be–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept,
My love should know–you, my love, bestow–
Your Own, as did He dance and graceful stepped.

For now as wed… They–Our Love has said–
Would bear us swiftly hence as spectral ships;
So lovely They–So lighted, Their display–
That would illuminate our Earthly trips.

And lovely see–you and I–as We…
Take flight, as when I tasted first your lips.

  • once more for Gene.

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Intro: 1996

Posted by David Emeron on

Only natural,
That I should try this modern
Canopian form.

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Sonnet: His Nightingale Woman

Posted by David Emeron on

My Love hath wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.
My Love doth soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.

So danceth She–round and round to thee–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept.
My Love doth know–thou, my love, bestow–
Thine Own, as did He dance and graceful stept.

For now as wed… They–Our Love hath said–
Would bear us hence anon as spectral ships;
So lovely They–so lighted, Their display–
T’would ere illuminate our Earthly trips.

And lovely, we–Love and I, and thee–
Take flight, as once I tasted first thy lips.

  • For Gene Roddenberry:
    And, to his memory;
    Who, in all probability,
    And, so very long ago,
    Penned the first two lines.

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Intro: Gene Roddenberry

Posted by David Emeron on

Have now

I gone

To where

Before

No man

Hath gone

Rest thou

G R

In peace

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