Best Carry Over Poems
A foundling's spurn, like fate's adjourn
that fills its being, with return
of life - thy will, be Godly yearn,
nor destitute, like drafting, stern.
To understand more, than to learn
some righteous band, but then not turn
to righteousness, in loving's earn,
compassion's carry over, serve.
I loved you, to embrace some nerve
that carried your fond need, your verve,
as helping, left some filled reserve
toward aptitude, thy time conserve.
Within you, but as faith, your own
as when a prayer but asks condone
and greets its answer, then alone,
I asked to love you, but unknown.
The bast that prologues at my name
to gather momentary strove,
would surely hold not fair acclaim,
and surely bear not, at my love!
Binary Math Rules.
Let me tell you a tale, my friend,
Of ones and zeros that never end.
A world of binary, simple and true,
With rules to help guide you.
First, addition is easy as can be,
Just like counting, it's plain to see.
Add each column right to left,
Carry over if it's too deft.
Subtraction takes a bit more thought,
But with practice, it can be caught.
Borrow from the next column to the left,
And subtract as you would with the best.
Multiplication is just like adding more,
But with a trick that you'll adore.
Multiply each digit, right to left,
And add them up to get your quest.
Division is the trickiest of all,
But don't worry, you won't fall.
Divide as you would in base ten,
And the answer will come to you then.
And lastly, don't forget the power,
A binary concept that's never sour.
Two to the power of each column's place,
Will give you a number with grace.
So there you have it, my friend,
Binary math from start to end.
Remember these rules and you'll do just fine,
In the world of ones and zeros that shine.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
The peril coiled does not replay
the beauty of notes teamed relay
some carry over, some parlay
is echoed by the sounds that stay!
Within the music's balanced chords
that building up, intensive, scored
to sense the freedom, soul's restored
some empathy of runways toward!
It is this movement I contrive
as word to thought have so implied
and note to note, between recite
the fullness living stands to write ~
Resonance as the hearing's tried
in meters gate is amplified
another line, the structure's time
in prayer beseech to purify!
If moment's glory, so be gone
the will to live . . . .would carry on!
Ludwig Van Beethoven 9th Symphony Herbert Von Karajan Berlin Orchestration
Berlin Wall Celebration 1989. Go to: www.ludwigvanbeethoven.com
"Listen and Think!"
BOOMERANG
A long crooked path
That is life
Walk-it-out in any direction
finding mountain-born canyons
rapid falls the gathering of
wish dust
active or mental lust
No matter the course there will be return
return and on the run!
Your path now obscured by natural maturity –
trees with many branches
swamps of clumsy creation
This dart (even though shaven sanded smooth)
will find its mark
And thee become (perhaps old and gray)
thee become (perhaps) skeptic will call out to HIM
HELP!
“What have you learned?” HE will say
Now begins the real contemplation
What will you carry over into some new direction?
“What is the plan?” this question asked
again and again at some nebulous point
On the wheel
Carry over
The sky is turned red
With dementia on hands
All we ever did was taking an order
Little for much
As river turns blood
We drank from your sin's
Now blame us to see the stars tonight
Different perspectives
I know is so confusing
But even though we ever fought
We dare to look at you again
While the sunset fall
We share the moon so cold
Hitting the walls
The sky is still dark
Prayers keep praising
Even though we still crawl
Welcome
The night is young
Sacrifice us
We have come so far yet so close
The years took on us
Upon the remains
Yet so uneasy
Martyr might be the key
Curses while the witch burn
The witch you never exposed
You or me?
This time I refuse
No one will ever
Everyone always do
I could explain a thousand times
I didn't meant to carry over the world
Mountains so high
The candles so far
Yet the only hope we all have
Simply crawl
The time will come
While the sunset fall
We share the moon so cold
Hitting the walls
The sky is still dark
Prayers keep praising
Even though we still crawl
With blood on our hands
Sins on our backs
Cling to us
While we still on the floor
Dragging to you
Our only hope
Please bury us alive
Tonight
The sun
Will never rise tomorrow
Never again
I know I did so wrong
Even though we fell
The mountains
So high above
While we are set unknown
Hope the sky
Will come for us
Because we always served
But now
We are set unknown
Dusk will burn
Red
Tonight
The ice will melt
For a future
So much far away
A future we don't belong
A day we saw drown
We made this
We suffer it
We must pay in flames.
I gave you my heart,
it trusts to rest perfectly in the cup of your hands,
so I gave you my heart to hold,
to carry over a river of broken dreams,
over the shards of a life past ,
to an intensity of true love desired,
but you became weak,
unable to hold my heart forever,
you reached out to take another,
mine discarded,
drifting,
torn,
a fading heartbeat,
dead echoes of emptiness,
Now...
in this time of need,
I ponder,
to trust another ,
vulnerable I look to you,
I share these words that belong to my heart,
and in this intimate moment,
I give my heart to you,
to carry over a river of broken dreams,
over the shards of a life past,
to an intensity of true love desired,
but I fear it to fall again,
so handle this heart with care,
it trusts to rest perfectly in the cup of your hands,
Inevitable…
It’s funny how it goes
Some days I just don’t know
Whether I’m coming or where I’m going to
And today is one of those dark spots that I know
I’m evolving into their eternal bleakness
With not much hope left to hold me over…
Until tomorrow
I can’t wait for my salvation
Release from self-condemnation
Guided by beliefs that have no bearing here
On the outcome of my life
Whether or not I am judged by a higher power
Is not a principal I can count on
As reciprocation for good intent is non-existent
I bide my time in this world
Unable to prevent the inevitable
I ride my rhymes through this world
Only to prolong the inevitable
When in the end
The inevitable comes for everyone
Everything can carry over
From one day to the next
From one life into another
So who is there to tell you whether or not,
Right from wrong…
Just because you think of greener pastures
Doesn’t mean that you will find them here
Or there…
When you need them now
To help fend off the inevitable
The time is now
If I am to put off the inevitable
Because in the end, the inevitable comes for everyone
Is this the end??
A Dirge to my Old Semester
I peregrinated to the land of my ancestors
When I heard you are sick
I never knew it was true
Until when Timtec pasted their diagnostic result
It was so sad that you are suffering from such an ailment
You suffered from senile dementia
Without sanctity from mild ailments
Mild ailments encoded with 101,201,301,401,501 and others
We tried helping you but we could not
Rather,we can only arrange a befitting home for you
So as to get you the befitting eternal home
Inever cease raising my voice unto the lord
From the morning of everyday
I make Nimbe Adedipe Library my abode
So that my semester would be happily lifted above
My sittingin the library would not have been so long
Onlyif I had the chance of attending classes
But who am I amidst transportation imbroglio
Who am I when my lecture halls can only accommodate 50% of us
Who am I when the projectors in my lecture halls will not project but rather reject the slide
Who am I when I use every day to download courseware on my computer system and I would not be able to access it due power instability
I don’t have choice
Yes I don’t have choice
Idon’t have choice
Rather than sit my ass for an unending period
To peruse my book lest I peruse failure
So that my semester would have a befitting end
Preparation is endless and so long
So as to be fortified before entering the strong room
Where my success is entangled to an object of artificial intelligence
Oh my GOD!
I have sacrificed enough for my deceased semester
So that it would be reborn
In the new flesh that bears the name ‘’second’’
And not in the flesh called carry-over
Oh my darling semester!
How I wish you send me a signal
That is distinct as ‘A’
And very excellent as ‘B’
Conformity's endearing stand
the heritage, now as captive, planned,
that bread defying nation's grand
unleavened, pride's disciples hand.
The baking, on this time afore
as preparation cleans the moor
so dominate beliefs encore
and joyous, yet obedience store!
Like Faith unknown, the action soar
as time stands still, its vestige pour
the blessings, ah but inward score
misgivings carry-over spore!!
Our daily bread, a thinner loaf
so carefully, the yeast removed
and constancy, this time give scope
to God's reunion and approve!
Oh demise then, my puffed up yen
where else it came from take away
and fill this gamut, not pretend
humility consort again!
Eat well, my leverage so extend
my brother's keeper reinforce.
Today's beginning must not end
in prayerful dominance recourse!
pitchforks heavily leaned upon,
puffy cumulus clouds drifting slowly
across the summer sky,
parted by a wheather vain of
a rooster crowing in the wind.
bundles of hay rolled up bask in the heat,
like giant golden cantelupes in a melon field.
beautiful children grow calist palms for iconographers
to chisel and paint.
orothodox prayers are offered up.
scythes are swung to reap simple parables.
along baltic dirt roads pebbles are scattered
by combersome rusty old farming trucks
with wooden rails.
seeds bounce off and fall through the cracks
sprouting small communal agrarian gardens.
hens are kept in small huts,
they lay richly decorated gold leaf eggs,
for priest to carry over the shoulder's
of the weary men at the eucharist.
Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause a clap in the sky. But half a cup of mildew in a snow covered dome is neither a doorstep nor is it a milked out heifer in a four poster bed. Recline no reaches. Reach no radiuses'. And surely then a bean pole could adequately carry over forty-six washing baskets full to the brim, nineteen plates of roast dinner, ten puddings and a very large crystal chandelier. How rather marvellous. And how talented too. Recreation receiving rather real room radii. And the ratio of a dandelion could be said to be equal to a sponge in orbit. Wow. Mere waste of a tongue to be taking a meal off an iron suitcase. With or without gravy it is quite irrelevant to savour such a lead. But beading on a skirting board can often be very amusing and comical as it tells the best jokes to rugs and doesn't like the carpet as it gets very dirty very quickly. All rise then. Make sure you glide around the floors in the house. Levitate if you can to avoid foot sweat on fabric and wood but mot on marble. Here the sweat is procreating playing poker. Large high belted heavyweights. Piccolo putty in a jellied eel frame talks with great seasoning to a bull via a wireless hookless contraption that cannot be seen by aerial prowlers. Nor cannot it be photographed. But photographers put painted pain plums onto paper. Always see within the tight fitting frying pan for the handle is not to be adjusted at this time. Make way for the herds of pancakes are clamouring together to catch a glimpse of the latest spawned factory product. When hair is not a hare. That is too natural and wild plus it is very clever too. Cleverness is unwelcome in steel framed prison planets and areas of true freedom and safety are yet to be exact and as yet have not been to a zoo. Multifunctional zoo on wheels racing against a circus, a football game, a badminton match and an opera. Produce no pollen from a hypocritical hippo whose hidden house halves then heaves. But ni leaves. For they are only for the waiting skirts and shirts with heels and glasses chinking in a bystanders glance at a freeform rabbit dance. Haha mealworm arriving. Hahah plate of combustible prawns. Xxxxx morphology Z z z z z
White Darkness
Here is a world where time stands still
And days are countless, years unreal.
Here is a world of snow and whiteness
Where nothing grows and things are forever.
I look upon a thick white sheet
That neither thickens or thins away.
The air is cold, yet it does not freeze
Ice won’t melt or carry over.
Walk as I may the blanket, no way is clear
The white world is round like your own.
Yet is has no seasons or reason to change
No escape I know of for now.
So things are dark and things are bright
Who said to be blind was sight dimmed?
The whiteness of a world like this
Leaves me breathless, still and done for.
Sometimes, somehow
i am asking.. is the right time is now
carry over
cross the river
chase your dream
scream.. make it extreme
there is nothing you cannot do
if you had the courage
get out of your cage
get into the nature
change for the future
time to break the chain
just think how to gain
encourage people
how to be as a whole
a land to eternity
everyone have integrity
no partiality
On a rainy day for me
Its like everything
comes out
All the pain and the
tears
I just wish sometimes
The story of my life
was different
Rainy days like this the
tears never stop
No matter how many
times you wipe your
face
The tears seem to
never fade away
Blemishes i carry over
my heart
Millions of them stuck
in one spot
Its a sign of hurt thats
not going anywhere
Deep down inside my
heart is slowly fading
away
On a rainy day like this
It feels like my whole
life disappearing my
way
No family,no friends
just me all alone
Rainy tears still here
after all the praying
ive done
Sometimes just feel
like nothing could work
But people always say
"Mariah never give up"
I try my best to follow
these words
But something always
seem to step in the
way
I just wish sometimes
things would go my
way
Maybe all this pain
cause me to be off
track
Or maybe theres
something that can
make it leave my heart
and never come back
I try to be strong but
rain just falls down
Each and everyday on
my knees
With my hands
together
I pray on this rainy day
That the pain and the
tears would wash away
On difficult journey of life
Angels had appeared in strife
overcoming all obstacles
performing real miracles,
drove out hard hindrance
to open new entrance.
In crisis or despondency
Angels appear on urgency.
Angels in guise of advisor.
Even unknown being saviour.
To repay I had cherished hope,
but mostly didn't find any scope.
Immense debt sure to carry over
with my humble gratitude forever.
I know I am never forlorn:
Angels always act as back bone.
Angels to come in right moment.
How ? No idea, couldn't comment.