Best Exponent Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I...

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"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet

We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.

I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I...

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I can feel MAA within me 
How it all began
It's as fast as 
Sun rays can run 

Everlasting miles
Keep us near and apart
Still  your presence
Sitting in heart  
 
As time passes 
Love for you find exponent
I have you, feel you 
Whatever happened

I feel...

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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...

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#84

TEN UP

10^0  

Ten to the zero is really just one,
positive power, its a whole, not a part.
We don’t move from the decimal,
it’s just where we start.

10^3

Ten cubed, or a kilo,
when dealing in drugs.
It’s a measure in metrics,
it’s the math of the thugs.

10^6

Ten to the...

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FOR DR. ABUBAKAR OLUSOLA SARAKI
Ilorin is bereaved again: another calamity has struck!
Ilorin has lost another pride of the community.
Saraki this time! Why has Mr. Death focused on us?
He has already extorted enough from us already
but his discontentment has prodded him
into snatching Saraki again. Ah! Extortionate!...

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I was standing in a queue at Mumbai Airport
And there in a parallel queue a stunning beauty
Our eyes met, the faces were quite familiar 
As we graduated same year from the same university.

*Kalpana, the vision of my green salad salad days
Never had even a dream...

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THE PLURALISTS : Empedocles & Anaxagoras

That single primary substance the ‘arche’ of
the Ionian philosophers ,
Was challenged by Emphedocles (b.495BC)
and Anaxagoras(b.500BC) !
Emphedocles spoke of four qualitative elements
of Nature ;
As Earth , Air , Fire and Water !
And also of two mythical beings - love and hate...

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It was fluid, softly palpatating
at the same rhythm as my heartbeat.
The orb was perfect in every way.
Made of polygons too small for the naked eye to see,
each one pulsing at exactly the same frequency, 
at the same instant.
Capable of instantly knowing and feeling the same...

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Louis 
Tiffany
artiste nouveau-
art-by-absorpion was
his theme
ahead 
of his time-
a controlled accident,
hand-made favrile,free formed,
design


Louis Tiffany considered by Pollock & Motherwell as an early exponent of pure form & colour 
in art

http://www.hyndburnbc.gov.uk/hag  

 largest public collection of Tiffany glass in Europe. Haworth art Gallery ,Accrington England...

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X Marks the Spot 

It’s the 19th consonant, 24th letter, of the alphabet,
A Teachers’ markings, for wrong answers on a test!
A Greek numeral representation for, the number ten!
An unnamed or unknown, person, place or thing,

Used to remove or cancel, a word of unnecessary need,
A movie...

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I was standing in a queue at Mumbai Airport
And there in a parallel queue a stunning beauty
Our eyes met, the faces were quite familiar 
As we graduated same year from the same university.

*Kalpana, the vision of my green salad salad days
Never had even a dream...

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From the village to my villa under the sharp axes to tax collector to colloquial meme to artificial
 Fake cat to collaborator in my skin to skinny jeans the breasts pointed like the pyramid of Egypt to Swahili kiss; the night apple to the necked...

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Logos of a lyric poet 
gleans the page, so white. It’s the 
esurient exponent of 

heart and mind. How I 
wish I could be his reader, instead 
I choose to write about--

this childish yellow butterfly, 
spreading its fragile wings and comes 
to listen, intently, the...

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