Best Common Factor Poems
Mr MacPherson, a mathematician
Was married to Sally,a keen statistician.
With little division to trigger vexation
Their conjugal lives led to multiplication.
First Roland, then Harry and then the addition
Of first daughter Jenny, a gifted logician.
The one common factor of great satisfaction
Engendering fervour and strong interaction
Was love of arithmetic, logic and theories
Together with quantum and harmonic series.
In sum, they endeavoured on every occasion
To bring mathematics within the equation!
24.03.20
Deep Low Math
Divide the 1st number by nothing, Undefined,
That’s the meaning of TRUE LOVE,
Even the highest integer in a form of positive,
Cannot explain why this thing is greater than any negative
When you expand this formula of “X”, and why?
Why this “X” is = to 1 + 1 is = to us?
What is our common factor? Let me tell you in a simplest form,
Our destiny is collinear and coplanar
Parallel wherever we are
In the start, connection is at the end of Hypotenuse,
Problems make us become variables,
Inequalities make us strong,
But I found out that ½ of my heart fits yours, I chose,
Our life is an equation, we connect like a proportion
Whether our time acts like an acute,
100 % I will give it all just for you,
Our hands intersect with each other
Its so perpendicular as our eyes knew it better
And as I push the number 8 into the ground
It became infinity the sign of my heart
76 + 67 is in commutative Property
Where N is = to 143
These are words that I just want to say,
Let us make a perfect love story using the square root
Of the prime tree, as I say,
Please let me stay with you, Forever and ever, EVERYDAY
Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.
It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep those numbers all in line,
as if any one could give dissuasions.
With exponent passion you draw me in,
a mathematician first, then a teacher.
Each number's a friend, a neighbor, a kin.
Each student is a math-munching creature.
You couple denominators, strong and alike,
a prismic marriage of commonality,
then suddenly you divide them like
a Shakespearean tragedy.
Then you flip-flop like common weather,
and in a calm numerical tangent,
you bring those digits back together
like a quadrilateral sonnet.
Your rhombus eyes, like tigers animate
when you say the word "perpendicular."
Could you say you'd ask me for a date,
anywhere logarithmic, but I'm not particular.
Take me away on a coordinate plane,
parallel to a median integer
with stem-and-leaf plot as the terrain,
and a commutative property perimeter.
I can offer admiration and a laugh,
just teach me how to use a protractor.
Of all the variables on a bar graph,
we are the greatest common factor.
Being in the mind of a savage.
All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.
Being in the mind of a savage.
I destroy, divide, and conquer.
tearing families apart.
Over yonder, as they scream,
begging to be saved
but nobody hears them.
Breaking the spirits of the koons, mannu, aunty, sambo,
and the uncle toms, as they all have a common factor.
They're all nostalgia.
The animal within me is untamed, uncontrollable, and inhumane.
I'm superior by nature, at least what I see.
Being in the mind of a savage.
What you call crimes are white privileges to me,
justification, rationalisation, & beliefs
set me free each time.
All I know is to kill, steal, destroy, & reverse the cycle of genetics.
I changed their culture,
to fear, tough love, attitude, punishment, violence & a career.
Sabotage the mind, break em' down, then bob the builder em'.
When you stop em' for believing in themselves,
oppression appears.
Being in the mind of a savage.
Other savages, keep em' isolated, uneducated, impoverished and oppressed. There's a few who escapes but we own them too.
We love to be entertained, as we mock, advertise, and stereotype em'. Less sensation and lacking sensitiveness
in the terminal fibers, keeps me acting viciously.
Unintelligent, laziness, frightfulness, ignorance, backwardness, violent, inarticulate, sexual frustrated, hunger, inattentive, unable to control themselves, & in care of, are all the signs of a n****.
Created a cultural matrix of positive
and negative feelings for me,
and each time, I justify my actions by logical reasoning with em'.
Ohhh, forgiving are they. Just to do it once more, and that once more became many more.
Being in the mind of a savage.
If any shall become bold, intimidating or become a threat, we shall lynch you.
Propaganda, genocide, & economics are all profits for the savages.
Paternalism plays a major role as
terrorizing and restrain are easily justified.
Keep em' from achieving social equality
as they become more bumptious on the streets.
Being in the mind of a savage.
Obsessed with harmony,
I write this allegory:
Once there were two rival kings,
Actually brothers.
Each always (or at least often) thought:
Only my God exists.
They thought not of the implication.
Like king, like citizens!
So, naturally, differences arose
Where there was cause for none—after all.
However, the two kingdoms had
Their strikingly common factors,
As simple mathematics can show:
The Highest Common Factor was Corruption:
As suggested by disproportionate income;
Only the ratio and proportion differed!
Violence was the second HCF:
Only cause of violence differed—from time to time.
Killing was common:
Killing leaders or killing people.
But the equations here are of higher mathematics—
Beyond the reach and range of common readers:
The killer is equal to the killed;
Or the killer is greater than the killed.
In any case, killing was just!
The two kingdoms, however, were divided
By some common factors—
A strange paradox:
They were divided by the same language,
Because the two dialects differed—a vital difference!
Sport they had in common,
But often the two teams violently disputed.
So, disputes often arose
Between the two kings.
Now, an adjacent king, Br’er Wolf,
Offered to mediate—
Like the proverbial monkey in the Panchatantra story:
Now there was a triangle.
Then?
There was no triangle--
Only a big red circle!
— Ram, R. V.
Winner II, Premiere Poetry Contest, sponsored by Silent One, July 27, 2017
trying to find that common ground
is best done when trying is not even in thought
letting the self go is not always two plus two
however, if a good ebb and flow is established, the greatest common denominator is positivity
trying to find that common ground
is the most beneficial when just doing is just done
letting the self just be is not always that 1-2-3
yet and still, if a common ground is laid down as a solid foundation, the greatest common denominator is positivity
trying to find that common ground
is at its most peaceful state when just letting go is simply letting in
letting the self be obtainable is not always a calming walk in the park
on the other hand, when all that is life is handled in a compromising fashion, the greatest common factor is Love....
DOES CHANGE CHANGE?
For history is wont to repeat itself
Ever reneging, constant turning on the hinges
For the old in nature’s obeisance
Enter oblivious existence
That the present may succeed the past
For things now visible and feasible
Were once formless vision, thoughts and whispered words
Does change change?
Will there be housing unit or tourist centre in the moon?
Will a white smoke produce a black pope
Will monarchy be separated from British democracy
Will Christian and Muslim find a common ground?
For the present order and scheme
Were the embryonic idea in the belly of the past
For just above some 1oo years ago
Popular commerce was the transatlantic slave trade
The equivalent of 21st century crude oil and narcotics
Long before Wilberforce crossed Hull’s bridge
Does change change?
Will terrorism go the way of the dead and forgotten
Will Palestine find Stately peace?
Will Osama ever find the salaam in Islam
Will Hamas and Zionists find a common factor of human race
For barely 15 years ago
Apartheid’s spectre stood stoically in South Africa
The Black now reign where they once toiled like lesser humans
For small-pox once held terror court
Near and far, leaving more casualties than wars
Dreaded like its 21st century incarnation –HIV
Less than 50 years ago
Black lived as slaves in sugarcane plantations across US
Now US first family is full blooded black
Does change change?
Will HIV become a mere word of old English
Will guns and nuclear weapons
Enrich and adorn our museum in 25 years now
Would Iran be rich in Uranium or people?
Will peace find a permanent seat in security council?
For it was Kings and Princes some time before
Reigned over lesser mortals as Lords and Masters
of the known world called empires and kingdoms
Now the emerging relics of our collective past
Wall-posters of where we have been, and regal tourist attractions
Government houses now in place of kingly courts; parliaments for palaces
Does change change?
Will semantics of poverty change to… say… property or plenty?
Will there be equality of the classes
Will woman truly be equal to man
Will there come a time when the day will nor break?
Will science conquer death?
Some time ago
Women were best house-keeping, voteless second class citizens
15th Saturday October 2009.
Thinking about my Mother ToDay
Wondering what she is doing
Hoping she is smiling down on Me
Wishing I could call Her up just to simply say Hello
Imagining our conversation in 2016
Making a Classic Black Time Machine in my mind
Sending a Happy Mother's Day to all the Mother's I know in the laid back Contentment Wind
Praying that Oceans of Calm and The Devine Dynamic will be the Greatest Common Factor of Your Day and Beyond....Love Infinity!!!
Sleep Vibes.
As a child,I talked in sleep about my dolls,
Cadbury houses,nursery books and what not,
Why did Lara figit with my colourful balls,
Scream at my friend who snatched my pot.
Talking in sleep is a common factor,
I yell in sleep targeting those stronger than me,
To my family members,at times I seem to be an actor,
Mind swirls around the dream that wants to be free.
I saw a movie late night and slept,
In sleep I happen to meet the protagonist,
Happiness knew no bounds,on my bed I leapt,
Rejoiced and told about it to my panellist.
This went on till Mom shook me on my bed,
Still I coudnt break off my sleep,
Mom in tension went all over red,
In senses,all vanished and I saw her stress drip.
P.S Quatrain of rhyme scheme abab.
Contest:Talking in your sleep.
Sponsor:Lewis Raynes.
17/1/2017
uncommon is rare
common factor is of all
exception's rarest
In Small Doses
Living a life is like taking poison –you die a little each day.
I am screwed
Know not when? Know not how? –Marriage happened.
Gone Astray
Religion is a well-traversed road –I am lost!
Favored
There’s no substitute for hard work and perseverance –except luck.
Fool of Wisdom
It requires wisdom to comprehend –a fool.
Recipe for Success
The ingredients for a successful life –Passion, Perfection, Patience.
Salvation
Sailing upstream against the wind –I have a strayed soul to summon.
Legally moral
When it becomes legal, it becomes moral –then, it's normal.
Common Factor
We are common people; the tail-enders –we hide between the legs in adversity.
Good for nothing
A good deed with ulterior motive is worse than a bad deed –with good intent.
Back Street blues
Don’t be scared of the back alleys –they might get you home quicker.
Idolatry
I picked a stray stone and carved a graven image of my God –I then worshiped.
Heavenly Bliss
Nothing happens by just wishing for the heaven –You have to first die for it.
Afterlife
There's only one sure way to immortality –die young.
False Hope
Gives you what was never yours to begin with –Chasing illusions.
Tarry no longer
A wet knot is hard to untie. Vet the person you marry –before you tie the knot.
Postscript
Poison, Potion, Prayer –either make you ill, immune or immortal.
~04/28/22
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere
Some complex equations of life,
don't have a solution, but a lesson
for us to comprehend and ponder.
We are a result of the choices we
make, decisions we take and the
way we handle the situations in life.
Equations of life are not made of
numbers, but formed by our attitude
and opinions that we carry for others.
Find that common factor of love and
reduce expectations to zero, it might
change the complex dynamics of life.
For unsolved equations add some trust,
subtract hate, multiply with care and
leave that hidden fraction of arrogance.
Some equations do have a limitation
some have a variable solution, the key
lies in balancing out the equations of life.
March 9, 2016.
Equations Poetry contest
the next time i write
it will be across somewhere in your heart
where i can easily caress the chocolate
covered memory of you
i have been oceanhopping
on the poor man's trip that i
have always dreamed of
the one beautiful ingredient missing was you
the next time i write
it will be at wherever the nape is
gently stimulating the emotional
promotional classification of your heart
i have been rental car travelling
in the center of my once cried about dreams
with my mouth hanging down on the rain dampened
floor mat with floridian blue skies entrancing me to
utterly sweet disbelief
the sweetest common factor missing is you
I am injured. And I am alone. Your mask falls & hits the floor like shattering glass. But this is not the first time your beautiful reflection has deceived me, no. I've lost count of the number of times that you've watched me throw my self to the floor and desperately try to put the pieces back together.
And you've let me. You've let me cut myself with those pieces as I struggle to recreate the 'love' that I have lost. And as you watch me place the last shard into its place, you thank me for loving and forgiving you, and place it, to again, cover your face. You know it's what I want to see. You know it's what I need. So you wear it again until the truth seeps in and infects me. Until cries echo and rattle the mask to the floor once more. I cant be mad that you don't want to keep it on all the time. I'm sure it's terribly uncomfortable.
I'm not sure why It's so natural for the people I love to hurt me. But it's obvious what the common factor is. I'm not sure where my obsession with masks came from. I just love to see the artistry I guess.
Just attempting to compare CLOUD
having simili with word CROWD.
Words are changeable to view :
Replace L by R : U by W.
Both Cloud and Crowd appear in mass
Common factor ! Oblivious.
Cloud goes mostly loud with thunder.
Crowd is often loud, no wonder.
Cloud brings cloud on get together.
Crowd attracts more crowd to gather.
Platoon of clouds to shower rain
Crowd in mass with men and women.
Cloud-burst happens in heavy storm.
Rowdy crowd in chaotic form.