Best Derivation Poems
PARALLEOGRAMATIC
Four sober quadrilateral equations
were quartered around a rectangular occasion.
No less than a quadrifarious derivation,
are ever admitted to the annual rectangular without libation!
Blood is red for vibrant,
Beating and in time,
Rhythmical with vitality,
Resounding in spark and shine.
Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump,
With transports plasma around the body,
To clot when cuts scare and could stump.
The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease,
And when too many white blood cells accumulate,
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze.
The heart is rightly denoted,
As the centre from which emanates love,
The essence of the person,
The call that you shouldn’t be above.
The colour red is spritely,
Vibrates energy and drive,
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives.
When you see an icon,
A symbol, logo or picture,
That's covered in the colour red,
Just remember its derivation structure.
You could say that blood was made red,
By god, coincidence or accident,
But I think that red is the colour of blood,
The true precedent and determinant.
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
Words
I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination.
Words rise in startled wonder in every derivation.
They settle on my keyboard and wait to be inserted
Into a line of poetry with which brilliance has flirted.
I pick a lovely adjective my noun to modify
Then pluck a pretty adverb with my strong verb to ally.
Pronouns, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections
Sitting very patiently for proper intersections
Where they can slip in easily and add a little flavor
To the fast emerging lines, their succulence to savor.
Willful words wander
pitiful poet perplexed
silently searching
words are writer’s tools
thesaurus comes to rescue
when they slip away
poet chooses prettiest
to enhance his creation
By Joyce Johnson 7/29/11
For Constance’s contest “Three Gems” won a third
rhyme
alliteration
tanka
I an in tension
because of my examination
In language there is composition
In english there is comprehension
In maths there is aplication
In physics there is derivation.
In chemistry there is equation
in botany there is respiration
In zoology there is reproduction
In history there is civilization
In civics there is administration
In geography there is occupation
In economics there is consumption.
because of my confusion you all don't miss your examination
AS you all are backbone of your nation.
Rage the derivation of fury
I sit quietly, like a judge listening to his jury
Eternally stressed, I lay and think of what it might possess
Could it be distress?
No, it is my soul that confess
Eternally obsessed
The stage of my soul will never be expressed
1. Time (duration within a particular period of time) whether short or long and Time of
education, time availability for study
2. Interest at a particular point in time
3. Length, size, structure, width (specificity and diversity) of information available at a
particular time or point in time
4. Recepto-recereativity (Recreato-receptivity) - The ability of an individual to retain
and retrieve-remember information or to retain information without necessarily
understanding what the information means. It is the ability to manipulate data to make
personal meaning. It could be with the use of clues such as mnemonics etc. Also known as
the natural-intuitive-unlearned technique of doing things or representing things. It is the ability to use personal techniques or to retain and remember and give back what was implied without any derivation.
5. Creativity - This is driven by interest and understanding of the subject or information
and thus the individual has the ability to remember and recreate based on his/her
understanding-interpretation of the meaning. The individual can recreate or derive based
on his/her understanding. It is a point of view orientated knowledge at its peak, and a
derivative of one’s understanding. Here the information is linked to make-form meaning.
Knowledge at its peak equals understanding and understanding at its peak equals creativity (derivative of one's own understanding). But creativity is according to the individual's interpretation (point of view oriented)-understanding.
6. Mental work load
When I was only just school age,
My dad became very serious once,
As he was a fundamentalist Christian,
And wanted to know how I was forming my words.
When he asked how I felt about roads,
I knew exactly what he was talking about,
He was taking the phonetic sound,
And asking about my subjectivity for my shout.
But I was glad secretly to myself,
That my first name was a positivity,
That it spoke outrightly of a journey,
And that it was after the Island of Rhodes most definitely.
I knew what my dad was up to,
He was subliminally asking if I believed in god,
‘Cos he’d insisted that Rhoda in the Bible,
Was the only derivation of that name somewhat odd.
So, yet again, I evaded the question,
And used my disability to claim lack of knowledge,
But since I couldn’t fake a speech problem the whole time,
Concluded with an admission of liking Rhodes carriageways!
But seriously, Rhoda is after the island Rhodes,
And Monihan reminds me of monkeys,
‘Han’ is for hands which state activity,
In evolution’s process of family trees.
‘I’ is for me, which emphasises that I matter,
To the whole scale of things, the entire picture,
That evolution made me and I that affect it,
And that I can be met by other people or organisms of different structure.
I think my name is just fine, and it has done me well,
Given me strength when I had none,
Directed when I needed suggestion and focus,
And commended me for what I have done.
Let your puzzle
Be the last amongst bereave
As in trying to preserve, I’m sure
It will end with you a hassle.
In life, having all the challenges
Has its own derivation to pulse
Expect them and prepare
Even the worst it may become.
Always consult the Father for Guidance!
"Qui*, whose harridan are you now?"
this withered crone you see all bone
was once a bloom your sweet coquette
yet, years have not been kind to we.
Each maid becomes a mother
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?"
Men bleed us dry as beaten wheat
upon a dusty floor we lie.
Those maids who lived to birth and nurse
now possess but hairy lipped sighs.
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?
and where is he who loved that youth?"
They have no horrid name for he,
our aged counterparts of limp form
though stud has come and gone, we ask.
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?"
* Qui means WHO in french
* harridan origin 1690–1700; perhaps alteration of French haridelle
thin, worn-out horse, large, gaunt woman (compared with the initial
element of haras stud farm, though derivation is unclear)
** 89 years later Madam Guillotine's reigned perhaps woman don't like
being called names?
It’s Unfinished Business
Knowing so well that you have the answer,
To church, Christian theology and beliefs,
That’s it’s just a mental illness majestic,
That they’re really only sanity thieves.
Shut up by the Youth Fellowship leader,
Who used disability and loneliness techniques,
Under the shelf of nobility, ruined asunder,
By their communication fabric and cliques.
Pleasured by evolution, overjoyed, focussed,
Able to express that meaning to be given,
Wanting to tell the whole story, not discussed,
Of behaviour, choice, sex and genetics, driven.
Going away for a bit, but will come back,
From those debates on creationism/evolution,
It’s unfinished business, the reply yack,
Time will give me my worth and derivation.
A moment in time,
Kept to interpret,
A feeling of mine:
King or culprit?
A stack of chairs,
Has a derivation,
Back to church affairs,
Stacked for celebration.
A Christian party,
Farts as a balloon,
But my mind’s not batty:
I go to the secular atheist room.
My parents answer,
Is not to think to much,
But photographs matter,
To brain and touch.
My view is real,
It focuses with living lens,
Through tragedy’s peal,
By my mind’s Venns.
Rationality makes the frame,
Reason acts in pixels,
My life view is brain,
And my cheese is axels.
Carols let you in on history and its interpretation,
Church thought and theological progression,
Show that people and writers have learnt the lesson,
Not to believe in god so thoroughly and to be of good reason.
We’ve learnt to move the god meme over to reside in derivation,
To human beings, to people and to their postulation,
In derivation to Jesus, as one of these people, an initiator with a motion,
Who wished for humankind that all the ill were given a kinder notion.
Christinna Georgina Rossetti in her hymn of devotion,
Equated Jesus with nature, not nature with Jesus, obviation,
Because the snow came first according to In The Bleak Midwinter composition,
And the ox and ass were enough for the lord, the baron.
She ended with Jesus requiring our all, not god or divination,
By demoting god to a lesser place, a quieter spot by a dumber meditation,
By stating that our own daily lives are relational to the son, not just a projection,
Not a false image of our personalities that we make only for god’s gratification.
The sun,
The Exodus:
And I awaken
Trust us, Lord
Eyes are shaken –
Measure of tongue,
Abide thy son:
Trodden with,
Forever young.
A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
deviating from the high middle age mainstream,
for his doctrines of realistic beliefs he was maligned.
Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
led him to propose the notion of univocity of being.
He countered the contention of divine illumination,
ensuring derivation of precise and pure knowledge,
in situations where the thinking process was fallible,
like the rejection of immaculate conception of Mary.
Proponent of metaphysical introspect contemplation,
for him theology was the practical science of God,
deciding the ultimate union of the liberated soul
with the divine trinity through love in the eternity.
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March 25, 2022
Contest : John Duns Scotus
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Pity to me will perturb and disturb
What you should do with it is to curb
While much envy will highly invigorate
Create curiosity which can hardly wait.
Without relaxation, love or at least fun
Sooner your life one day will be done
Become unstable and mad without knowing
Develop ADD and forget where you are going.
So do be nobly bold while breaking out
Having half the evils along with some doubt
Find a friend with to share your fear
Cowardly listlessness no longer is near.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Derivation of Herodotus