Rhyme Me A Smile: August 2015

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Are We Betting on Breaking Even or Betting to Win?

Winners Don't Quit

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Stuart Miles

No fear.

The end's not here.

We'll fix it tomorrow.

One more bet, then no more sorrow.

All clear.

We are gambling with the environment and economy every day.

The question is, are the bets we're making ones that show promise to pay?

In my opinion, these headlines mean the answer is obviously, "No way!"

We've Used Up Our Annual Supply of Resources and It's Only August

America Is Frying the Planet With It's Corn Fields

What Does $60 Trillion in Debt Look Like?

Soda Executives Are Just as Evil as Tobacco Executives

Want your company to remain innovative? Think twice before going public.

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Saturday, August 8, 2015

How the Brain Perceives Time

Tick Tock Cacophony

by Rachel Hoyt

image by digitalart

The ticks click by quick

as the tocks slowly knock,

then slick as a trick,

they meet up at the dock -

one moment, one prick,

a single time block.

The trick is quite slick -

all ad hocs turned flock,

while still ticking ticks

and chock full of tocks -

the tune coos and clicks

as time turns the clocks.

This poem was inspired by brain timing research which

found there are many internal clocks from which our experience is stitched.

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Saturday, August 1, 2015

What Does Your Brain Say When You're Feeling Depressed?

Blooming Thoughts

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Stuart Miles

You're such a late bloomer

you may never bloom.

You think like no other.

You're prob'ly a loon.

You haven't kept up with

the Joneses or Smiths.

You reach for the stars

and chase after myths.

Why can't you just accept

your way's not the way?

Perhaps, if you did then

I would go away.

I'm sorry, but I think
my ship's yet to sail.
My journey's quite complex,
but has yet to fail.
No matter what Jones or Smiths think
I'll fight on.
We agree on one thing:
one day, you'll be gone.

This poem was inspired by a study of depression

and how ruminations can lead to further regression.

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