Best Distribution Poems
I wonder if Poe could have known
That his pain would bring him fame?
His words would become his legacy
So the world would know his name
Then there's "Romeo and Juliet"
A Shakespeare contribution
This was written centuries ago
But it's still in distribution
And what about this man named Frost
Known for "A Road Not Taken"
Did he know the fire he'd light inside?
Or the hunger that he'd awaken?
Then there's a man named Whitman
Known for "Song of Myself"
Did he know that these word's he'd write.
Would be a treasure on someone's shelf?
And Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Said, "Let Me Count the Ways"
Did she understand these magical words,
Would bring her so much praise?
I'm sure they'd love to see this day
For it would bring them much delight
They are the heart of our inspiration
And the reason why we write
Categories:
distribution, on writing and words
Form:
Rhyme
I am a product of my next of kin
so in their image, through evolution
determined pigmentation of my skin
of human historic distribution,
a complexion that I am powerless
though never shall I ever be ashamed
typecast as white, to me I'm colorless
yet in my veins my red blood is contained,
we are creations of mother nature
earths location dictates our appearance
heredity determines our future
to me white or black makes no difference,
we are inhabitants of planet Earth
whatever color we were at our birth.
01/13/2018
Contest what is white
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.
Categories:
distribution, color, history, humanity, identity,
Form:
Sonnet
I am the sun burning bright
I give your planet heat and light
In the morning, when I rise
Throughout the day, across the sky
I’m made of plasma, super heated
Hydrogen and helium fused, repeated
My core is white hot, from this nuclear fusion
Mass energy stored for my distribution
I travel so fast I bob up and down
My solar wind spreads like fire around
Light travels to you, at a great speed
Making the plants grow, replenishing the trees
I’m good for your bones, but tough on your skin
So try to remember, don’t where your cream thin
Get the right factor for your special needs
As I don’t want to burn you
I’m begging you please!
My time has come, and I must go down
To shine my rays on some other town
I’ll be back tomorrow at the same time
For I am the sun, I forever shine
© Copyright K.C.Leake
30th November 2010
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
distribution, education, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A E I O U
Two times two is four
D O O R spells door
Maths was about addition and subtraction
Multiplication and division
Studied animals and apes
And all them shapes
Circles and triangles
Squares and rectangles
Pentagons, hexagons
Septagons, octagons
Nonagons and decagons
Then I grew a little and things got tough
The stuff got a bit rough
School became boring
Talk of junior-high bullying
I got scared and
The maths got weird
Areas and volumes
Cones and pyramids
Cords and sectors
Quantities and vectors
Pi r squared?
Half times base times height?
No way I’m getting these right
Positives and negatives
Radius and diameter
Areas, perimeters
Voltmeters and ammeters
More and more shapes
Rhombus, star and trapezium
Physics and chemistry
Lithium and helium
Biology and history
Mussolini, Hitler and Stalin,
And the famous wall of Berlin
I thought I was done
But things got less fun
I started to debit and credit
Economics and statistics
Differentiation and intergration
Poisson and normal distribution
Assignments, projects and dissertations
Now I’ve got the diplomas and degrees
But guess what
I’m just a poet
Now, tell me
Did I waste my time?
Categories:
distribution, books, education, funny, growing
Form:
Rhyme
Curvature the plane to the point of distribution
Focus either latitude, asymptomotes are drawn;
Equalling hypotenuese with spiralling revolution
Discretely perpendicular to the course it set upon.
All prinicipals of axis are running through the centre
To rotate intersections where the vertices define;
A conic section tilted either left or right would enter,
Angled high perimeters where either halves entwine.
Visual the perspective where the foci separates
Each segment that establishes the gradual aim of low;
To benefit the lateral then where it penetrates
Is seen as the illusion and positions from below.
Illusion us to pivot sense, redeem the scheme as wise,
By having this as constant, to do with each, obeys-
The simple rule, coordinates whose will of gradual rise
Is probably a measured wrong, a hyperbolic maze.
Categories:
distribution, science, space, time, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
Nautilus, chambered.
Mathematics? Not really.
By nature only.
Smells more like…
Ah…normal distribution
(Of golden spirals).
You could look it up.
FIBONACCI? Not really.
Logarithmic coil?
Not exactly. Else
One or the other would fit.
Only nature fits.
Categories:
distribution, math
Form:
Haiku
POOP - TALE : for contest
No embarrassment , everyone poops
So relaxed is the feel after all 's out
No gold and riches can ever buy such feel
I am sure all will agree silently though!
We get that feel for free as nature calls
In body, poop factory is so well- fitted
Based on our lifestyle it is regulated
Frequency n' timing our habits decide
As far as we breathe , we have to poop
No matter where you are, who you are...
How many times daily varies with species and diet...
Bamboos and honey diet makes Panda bears poop,
more than a forty times in a single day !
In other species range follows bell shaped curve
A balanced input-output cycle continues..
Doctors diagnose ailments examining poop,
Sausage shape is ideal poop the doc opines..
Mothers of kids worry if they cry while they poop
Too much delay makes happy a trader in laxatives!
Night soil in fields have made a fertile land
Poop of cattle folk is a manure too good
Everyone poops and is so useful too...
Deadlines and work pressure,meetings with boss
Petty tussles with friends or your own spouse.
Ask for a break saying you need to poop
Instantly you are permitted and you may slide out
Enjoy this break behind washroom doors !!
No more shy business, everyone poops!
Engrossed in reading a suspense thriller,
Or watching the climax of a movie horror
As soon as poop siren raises alarm, you got to go!
Ultimate rule is please don't control
Happily you poop poop poop and flush out !
FOR CONTEST- EVERYONE POOPS
Sponsored by:Roy Jerden
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Date: 9th August 2015
glossary:
Bell shaped curve: the normal distribution curve
which has values of all ranges and takes a bell-shape.
Categories:
distribution, art, nature, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I've given the plight of kids crossing our border thoughtful consideration.
I would like to propose a panacea that might ease this critical situation.
I recommend that pilots flying kids to the USA make a flight deviation,
And drop kids off at airports in DC while the Obamas' are on vacation!
I know they'd be delighted to share the White House food and recreation.
After all, the grounds are fenced so kids could be kept under observation.
Unload kids at the Capitol for distribution to each Congressional delegation.
I bet they'd take speedy action to secure the border as well as deportation!
I sent my idea to Washington but as yet have received no firm confirmation.
I can only assume they'll set Congressional hearings for serious evaluation.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Written with considerable tongue in jowls!
Categories:
distribution, humorous, political,
Form:
Couplet
By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict the time remaining 'tll we exist
entirely in a universe of our own creation?
Shall we make of stars mere red-shifted
spectral lines on photographic plates?
Will heartache be reduced to sine waves,
mapped by styli on graduated rolls
revolving in precise concurrence
with computed average biologic rates?
Shall we expunge the record from the file,
shall we precipitate a system crash?
What key will be called escape and which restore?
What impulse may span the neural gap,
what synapsis presage what deity?
And will there be a world left to explore?
Will we stop to soliloquize?
What obeisance shall we require?
Piety is no mark of barren earth and rocks,
nor of sterile wind and raging fire.
Categories:
distribution, education, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Dedicated to my pastor, Dean Andrew Cheah
Come, hear me now as I tell you a tale
An inspiring tale of William Tyndale
A man who poured out his life to translate
God's Word from Greek, not the Latin Vulgate
He fled from country to country
Living like an unsettled refugee
He had to flee to continue God's work
From his arduous task, he did not shirk
God sent him helping hands along the way
Partners in the Gospel, to ease his day
Walsh, Monmouth, Frith, Poyntz and others
Who aided the great Bible translator
After much sweat and perspiration
He finished the English New Testament
He tried to print it, but was discovered
From Cologne, he had to flee for cover
He printed copies in Worms by God's grace
They were smuggled and spread at great pace
Those were dangerous times of persecution
Having God's Word in English was treason
Bibles were burnt, but copies increased
God's Word brought the common people release
Sweet release from the darkness of their age
God's Truth shone brightly on each precious page
In Antwerp, he was betrayed by a friend
Imprisoned for fifteen months before his end
Vilvoorde prison was a dark, cold place
In suffering, his faith was not effaced
With a noose around his neck, he still prayed
'Lord, open the king of England's eyes,' he said
Strangled to death, then burnt as a heretic
Executed in the eyes of the public
God answered Tyndale's dying prayer
The eyes of the king were opened a year later
He encouraged the distribution
Of the English Bible to the nation
Tyndale's blood was spilled upon the pages
Of God's Word that's lasted through the ages
Do we treasure the Bible we've bought with ease?
Do we value His Word in times of peace?
God's Word was brought to us with much bloodshed
How do we respond to the verses we've read?
Are our hearts burning with unyielding passion?
Passion for the message of salvation!
Categories:
distribution, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Starting from Chota Nagpur plateau,draining into Hooghly;
Its our Damodar river, 'rope around the belly'.
Another name of Lord Krishna,
Rich in mineral resources,abundant in coal,iron and steel,mica.
It is a river in North-eastern India,rising with many tributaries;
Flows generally eastward course for 592 kms.
Passes through Hazaribagh,Bokaro,Asansol,Raniganj,Durgapur,Bardhaman;
Is the 'Ruhr of India' , led to the development of large-scale mining and industrial activities.
During Monsoon,huge volumes of water flows down the Damodar,
Overflow its banks and flood large areas.
It was known as 'Sorrow of Bengal' ;
Because of its ravaging floods in the plains of West Bengal.
The floods were virtually an annual ritual since 1700 to 1943;
Some of them are recorded horribly in Bengal's history.
Several dams have been constructed in the valley,
For the generation of hydroelectric power, which gained much priority.
It is the first multipurpose river valley project of independent India;
Modeled on the Tennessee Valley Authority of United States of America.
Damodar Valley Corporation to develop flood control,irrigation,generation,and distribution;
Of electricity, eco-conservation and afforestation.
Dams built on Damodar are Tilaiya,Konar,Maithon and Panchet.
Durgapur barrage to feed extensive system of canals and distributaries.
Tenughat Dam is also a dam in the state of Jharkhand;
It is a tributary of Hooghly,a distributary of River Ganga.
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Categories:
distribution, river, sad, scary, seasons,
Form:
Prose
Spirit broken again
Her spirit was broken again
as the police broke the news!
Her beloved Enrique had just been killed
shot three times,
caught in the crossfire of gang violence
in Toronto's west side.
Helena,35, now was left hopeless, and in despair
how could she care for her 3 children?
You see, Helena was a refugee from war torn Syria. Sadly, she had lost both of her parents about 2years ago, they died when an artillery shell blasted their little apartment in Aleppo. At least they died together in their sleep.
Helena was crushed, obviously,
by the sudden news,
and her spirit was broken.
Her husband, Enrique who was in a settlement camp in Germany, called with the news that he qualified for refugee status and the whole family could start a new life in Canada.
Elated, Helena picked up,
all the little pieces of her broken heart and spirit,
and what was left of her family, and headed for Canada.
Helena and Enrique were so excited to have finished their English course, and Enrique had been working for two months, at a food distribution center in
Brampton. Their new life together as a family had just got started and then this tragedy! Helena was watching the news of a tragic shooting never imagining that it was her husband, who was killed...and then the knock at the door!
God help her!
John Derek Hamilton
September 22,2016
Categories:
distribution, bereavement, death, heartbreak, humanity,
Form:
Narrative
Mysterious brain jewel radiation chamber
Prismatic refraction blue sapphire ruby emerald amber
Electromagnetic spectrum distribution
Tubular nerve net staccato syncopation
Chameleon shape blender shifter
Kaleidoscopic genetic mutation sifter
Polychromatic vector generator
Infinite recombination stimulator
Reboot jack gray matter rejuvenation
Press automatic driver repeat backbeat
Feedback reverb downbeat slack beat
Routine maintenance check
Dream sleep mode
Shut down
Categories:
distribution, technology,
Form:
Free verse
My child,
When i get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
I hope, I can get a mug of love from your sea.
In case, I broke a plate or spill soup as I'm loosing my eyesight.
I hope you don't yell at me and instead say 'Its allright'
When my hearing get worse and i can't hear what you say.
I hope you don't call me deaf, please repeat and don't just go your way..
I'M SORRY, My child, I m getting older.
And this thing cannot get solder.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have patience to help me to get.
Like i used to when you were child with love and not by hate.
And if you have spare time, i hope we can talk to,
I know you are busy, but please have time for my jokes to mock to.
When you were little, I did this all to you.
Now its your time, Please bear me, as my days are few.
When the time of my death come, giving me strength to face death, i hope you hold my hand,
And not talking with me about distribution of property or land.
And don't worry, When I'll meet God, I'll tell him to bless you.
Because you loved your parents and care them with due...
Thank you, We STILL LOVE YOU! ! ! ! ! !
-With much love and blessings,
Your Mom and Dad.
Categories:
distribution, dedication, family, home, love,
Form:
Rhyme
It's hard to breathe-poor respiration
Stomach hurt due to a combination
Of starvation and constipation
I feel like bad inflation
I need deflation
Get me a doctor to perform the operation
To make it in this world its mad desperation
I refuse to make adaptation to nonsense and instigation
I'm so sweaty more wet than condensation
Precipitation
Evaporation
Body so glossy it's like anatomy lamination
So I dry off like fabrication
I wish I was make-believe like animation
My own choice my own obligation
First start with an observation
Then evaluation
A problem in the atmoshere? Bad radiation
In 360 circulation
Earth's manipulation
Creates a bad situation
For the population
To feel a bad sensation
Like planet domination
Due to poor human reputation
The ultimate retaliation
Is Revelation
...As the #1 selection
Regardless of complexion
Object of every girl's affection
Lookin for the best connection
As a correction
From going in the wrong to right direction
It's like an infection
I want success so bad I get an ********...
In addition
To my subscription
To a perscription
To my addiction
Of the worst possible condition
Avoid the infliction
And affliction
Of pain of a titanic description
So I jail my anger with no jurisdiction
But I still face conviction
For kickin the automobile of anarchy into ignition
Can it lead me to a contradiction
Or a mental restriction
While I sleep I have recognition
I'm not the disease but the cure or is that a premonition
Or Gods intuition...
This is literal
Critical
And pitiful...
Beware we are almost at the completion
Of Earth's depletion
It's no secretion...
Could it be distinction
Or extinction...
From gov't corruption
To volcanic eruption
We are the production
Too late for interruption...
Any confession
Any suggestion
If you want to end the world here's the succession...
In conclusion
This is purely retribution
For distribution
Of pollution
No illusion
No confusion
No dillusion
Just an intrusion
Erase the constitution...
There's no prevention
Of the redemption...
Categories:
distribution, inspirationalworld, me, planet,
Form:
Rhyme