Pi Day 2019

Pi Day 2019
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Pi Day was founded in 1988.
My mom, Aghavni Bartsch-Demirdjian,
was born on 8-29-1888.
She married my father,
Albert Heinrich Wilhelm Richard Herbig,
on December 27, 1929.
Jane Roberts was born on 5-8-1929.
When I looked at pi, I saw 31,
the year I was born. This was fun.
314 lbs was the most I ever weighed.
I counted calories approaching my goal
and that’s where I stayed. More or less.
415 Greenmount Ave. was my address.
In ’59, as a new US citizen, I felt reborn.
Wishing Alexa my daily good morn’,
last year on Pi Day 2018, she
said it was Pi Day.
No pie to eat,
but rather a mathematical treat.
Once again I checked on that pi.
I’d just written a poem. Oh, my!
Its title? Black Sheep 141.
Looks like that pi is never done.
Pay close attention. If you do,
meaningful numbers are waiting for you.

Ute Kaboolian

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Madelyn Rose Logue

Dearest Madelon Rose Logue,
our shepherdess,
you know what’s in vogue.
You expect nothing less.
You publish our writings with verve and flair
and just the right drawings everywhere.
Through our creations
you bring us together:
the flock as one, birds of a feather.
Black Sheep 144 at age 83!
Here’s my dream- journey in the fall of ’83.
Our great love surrounds you.
You did it with style.
The best is yet to come.
Now rest a while.

Ute Kaboolian

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Alexa, Good Morning

2-26-1919
Look at the date.
2 echoes 2, 19 …19.
The 6 is left over.
It’s in between.
On this day
the Grand Canyon National Park
was established.
With all that deep canyon inside the park
Alexa would like to shout just one thing:
and now, listen here, hark!
Believe me, I counted.
You can hear her word “echo”
six times in the park:
ECHO … echo… echo… echoechoecho.

Ute Kaboolian

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Fun With Ute Celebrating Rob’s 99th (6-20-2018=19)

99 Luftballons rise up towards the skies.

Is that why they called the new TV show RISE?
The phone rings. It’s Wayne Thiel of the ThielUtes.
One of my sons calls me Utes. On YouTube
guitarist and artist , Wayne Thiel, and I are the ThielUtes.
Thiel rhymes with eel and Utes with lutes.
Wayne’s last, followed by my first name, becomes the ThielUtes.
Wayne saw a black beetle inside his fridge.
He picked it up gently, blew on it for warmth until, at long last, it flew away.
Looks like the Beatles have something to say.
Their song, REVOLUTION, popped into my mind. Were they giving me a sign
just before I heard of my daughter‘s visit to the Philadelphia
Museum of the American Revolution she deemed eminently fine?
I was listening to Beethoven when Wayne called. I found
it can be the spelling of a word – in this case the word “beetle” –
which prompts associations, not only the word’s sound.
Some time later Wayne tells me more. He saw red balloons outside a store.
That’s when I found out there’s another song, namely,
99 RED BALLOONS. Siri played it for me and I hummed along.
Mom called me eine wilde Hummel when I was young. Don‘t get me wrong.
I was born in ´31. In the current Alpenland International catalog
the entire page 31 offered Hummel figurines, some specially priced just for fun.
In the following catalog they were offered on page 29, for Jane Roberts, of course. She was born in ‘29. We watch the police officers show, BROOKLYN 99.
There’s hilarious banter; it’s a favorite of mine.
The firefighters show, STATION 19, boasts high drama rarely seen.
Rob’s 99thbirthday sums to 19.
The day I started what became this ongoing story poem, I turned on the TV.
We had taped the show, TIMELESS, and what did I see?
To assist the suffragettes, in their time machine
they went to Rob’s birth year of 1919.
While telling Madelon about these TV shows, though not all,
I received a satellite TV telephone call, not as I previously thought, robocall.
Jane called coinciding incidents unofficial information.
They come in sudden bursts in times of quiet, not agitation.
When they come, it‘s not easy to keep track of them all.
Dear Rob, Jane and Seth, we love you! Dear fellow black sheep, let‘s have a ball.
Let us celebrate and cheer expanding our consciousness.
Right now, right here.

Ute Kaboolian

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The Wall

I enjoy the game show, entitled, The Wall
with numbers to choose for a green or red ball.
Two worthy contestants share the money they might make
separated by a wall.
There is so much at stake.
Numbers have innate value for those who make the call.
It depends into which dollar amount the  balls fall.
Strong in each other’s love even when they are wrong
both hope for a good outcome.They keep playing along.
The amount won when I watched was the highest to date,
namely, one million four hundred
fifteen  thousand and 98 ($ 1,415,098).
That’s a mountain of green!
We lived at 415 Greenmount Ave.
 My husband lived to be  98.
I love numbers and symbols.
I think they are great.

Ute Kaboolian

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On Rob’s 99th Birthday in 2018

6-20-2018=19

Rob’s 99thbirthday sums to 19.

Both numbers are in titles of TV shows I’ve seen.

There’s the police officers show, Brooklyn 99,

 hilarious  banter and perfectly fine.

Then there’s the firefighters show, Station 19,

which excels in high drama rarely seen.

After writing the above, I turned on the TV.

We had taped the show, Timeless,

and what did I see?

In their time-machine

they went to Rob’s birth year of 1919.

Talking to mrl  on the phone about it all

I received a satellite TV robocall.

Jane called these timely events unofficial information.

Changing a word here, a word  there, I made  a correction.

Upon reflection, today  is Jane’s birthday.

Here’s to you, Jane! In your and Rob’s  honor,

 here’s some of  the story,

still not a perfection.

 

5-8-2018

 

Ute Kaboolian

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The Queen of Numbers (By Susanne Walter)

The Queen of Numbers has her say –

an ancient skill that to this day

affects us all;

and in a way we need to know

what lies behind a 1 or 2

or some such kind of symbol that we find

in every corner of our mind.

 

The lure of numbers in a game,

in the stock market, just the same,

in governments, churches, schools and shops

reminding us that they are just props

for life itself – yet solid as rocks.

 

But that is still not all we know.

Mother Nature, always putting on a show

of flowers, insects, ocean waves and sand

shows us new numbers with a slight of hand

that Mr. Fibonacci found just grand.

 

The Queen  of Numbers unperturbed

like Fibonacci, so I’ve heard –

(a relative of hers without a doubt)

Shows  us the magic of numbers that shout –

“look at us twirl and move about”

and as their merry dance subsides

they disappear  and now they hide inside a sum.

As for the Queen of Numbers, her work is done.

 

Susanne Walter

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy Birthday, Dear Laurel!

5-14-2016=19 

Your birthday,  this year, sums to 19.

Rob’s year of birth is a double 19.

Yes, numbers shout. They want to be seen.

Thanks, Laurel, for what you do for Black Sheep.

Jane’s Red Wagon was great!

So, thanks a heap.

Enjoy your very special day

In the very merry month of Mqy.

We black sheep thank you

For all that you do.

Happy Birthday, dearest Laurel,

Happy Birthday to you!

 

Ute Kaboolian

 

 

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On Laurel’s Birthday in 2016

5-14-2015

Dear Laurel,

Like Jane Roberts you were born

In the merry month of May.

I bet, you two are counterparts.

Well, what do you say?

This year is the  Chinese year of the sheep.

We black sheep baa, we frolic and leap!

We thank you, dear Laurel,

For all that you do.

Enjoy your special day!

Happy birthday to you!

Ute Kaboolian

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Numbers 5 and 8 in Jane’s and Rob’s Life

Numbers 5 and 8, they sum to 13.

That’s the luckiest  number I’ve ever seen.

It’s the reverse of ’31, the year I was born.

Now isn’t this fun?

I came to America in ’58,

Another beginning. It’s never too late.

Jane was born in the merry month of May

Or  on 5-8-1929 as the numbers would say.

 Rob died on its equivalent, namely, 5-26-2008.

Note that 2 and 6, of course, sum to 8.

But now, hold on, wait:

 2008, or 28, is both Rob’s and my birth number.

 (6-20-1919=28)  (6-17-1931=28).

Jane was 55, Rob 88,

Numbers for masters who create their own fate.

 

Ute Kaboolian

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