Best Exponent Poems
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 pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment
however brief, I walk along as an exponent
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
Categories:
exponent, change, deep, endurance, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
"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 may break my resolutions, but will never feel guilty a bit
First of all, I won’t make resolves that would hamper my day.
In most things, I wish to have my own personal way.
But to good propositions I am open and never shall be deaf.
As all wish, when the year ends, I want to turn over a new leaf.
With novel schemes, I don’t want to be an exponent,
But I will not sit back like a couch potato and be my own opponent.
When someone provokes me with words and actions rude,
I wish to stay calm, but excuse me if I blurt out a little crude.
I will try to do as much as I can, for time ticks away,
Won't wait for the last minute, which I feel is the right way.
Try to adapt to surroundings and move as quick as a wren.
Ramble through my garden and enjoy flowers now and then.
Spend more time with nature watching little objects and scenes.
Wander into meadows to get lost in the charm of sprawling greens.
Carry a walking stick, that at my age, even a small fall
Can break my brittle bones and into serious damage it can haul.
Though I don’t hope to be a body builder at my age
Will exercise daily, not with hopes of retracing my steps to teenage.
Once I was in good shape and had an hour glass figure
Though can't retain it, careful, from the mirror not to have a scare
Now with so much said, don’t ask me If I could keep my resolutions live
At the end of the year, if I am fortunate to stay sane and alive!
Categories:
exponent, celebration, character, funny,
Form:
Couplet
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 your presence
Past today tomorrow
I feel my existence
Only because of thou
I'll cherish these times
Till I grow old
As the time will pass
You make me bold
And if it's okay
You bless, to find that time
You will make easy
My VIVEK to shine
* VIVEK (Hindi) = Discretion, Prudence, Wisdom
* MAA (Hind) = Mother
Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
E-MAIL : hari.cfa@gmail.com
For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
where lakh of poetry lover meet daily and scroll the page. Hare Ram.
Categories:
exponent, devotion, love, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
exponent, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
#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 sixth, or one million we say,
a number so big, you truly will cringe.
It’s the needed storeage for data,
we’ll use to stream in a binge.
10^9
Ten to the ninth! A billion or look...
it’s near the wealth of Bill Gates.
He’s fifty times this base and exponent,
let’s buy his stock at the lowest rates.
10^12
Ten to the twelfth, a trillion, so great!
In the Lascaux caves with ancient heart,
it’s the number of years,
since they painted this art.
10^15
Ten to the fifteenth, a quadrillion for scale,
one hundred seventy light-years, is this.
We could travel to Kappa Andromedae b,
a Super Jupiter planet, we’d not wanna miss.
10^18
Ten to the eighteenth, just a quintillion!
It’s all for the counting in our niche,
in molecules, for one drop of water,
or gains of sand on one beach.
10^ 21
Ten to the twenty-first, or sextillion, not less,
while counting this high to figure it out.
It’s the stars in the universe,
in total, on their misty nebula route.
10^24
Ten to the twenty-fourth, septillion the count.
It’s a layer of dollars covering the ground,
a blanket of money, each inch of the earth,
a kilometer thick, and easily found.
10^-3 and falling...
Be glad I didn’t go this other way,
with negative exponents dividing so small.
A ten raised to three, going left to a minus,
to Planck scale and shrinking, to nothing at all.
Given the powers of ten for such ease,
dividing with negatives, or growing in positives.
You’ll find you won’t need to write so many zeros,
when grappling big numbers and their causatives.
When meeting the sciences with powers of ten,
then quite easily, you’ll see all the fun!
Writing scales of the universe, or quantum realms,
in plus or minus, starting with zero, or one.
-Edlynn Nau
©April 2, 2019
For anyone trying to understand huge numbers!
Inspired by Neil deGrasse Tyson, and by students trying to
make sense of scale.
Categories:
exponent, math, mentor,
Form:
Rhyme
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!
Our unique exponent of politics has deserted us,
leaving us bereft of confidence.
After the consecutive demise of Oniwasi Agbaye and Sulton Kamal,
I thought my pen would go to bed and rest
until the dawn of 2013, but it was not to be.
Abubakar Saraki’s departure is enough to cause me
to bestir myself again, especially when I visualize
how he lived and bested his opponents,
leading a life that was devoid of failure and defeat.
God has a way of perfecting some like that.
After the death of Baba-l’Agege,
I believed Arabic literature and outright bravery
had followed their commander, and that was the end of it.
But a good many brave writers surfaced afterwards,
though their skills not matching his.
After the passage of Alhaji Agba,
I thought we would never get over the expensive losses:
his matchless knowledge, adorable tolerance, effective prayers…
But many an embryonic scholar emerged,
though not the exact like of Baba.
God’s omnipotence is not subject to limitations.
I send condolence to Dr. Bukola Saraki, Sen. Gbemi Saraki,
and my brother, Laolu Saraki, including their followers and fans.
The peoples of Nigeria I sympathize with you.
And Ilorin community should not be dejected.
Saraki was a man of conspicuous looks,
a man of benign character, his benevolence
extending beyond his arms-length.
To him kindness means kindness, even to one’s enemies.
He was a man that commanded respect home and abroad.
Yet all this appealed not to desperate Mr. Death.
O’ God, Saraki’s presence was encouraging,
characterized by successful children, love and care.
Strengthen us so that his absence shall not create
a foreboding of more tragedies, but be an exit
that betokens more fortune for the bereaved.
Categories:
exponent, bereavement, , literature,
Form:
Elegy
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 I will meet her like this
Boarding the same British Airways air vessel.
We travelled together, talked for the hours.
Discussed and debated our hopes and dreams.
I was headed for the British University for further study
And she, the exponent of Kathkali dance for Albert Hall
We navigated each other’s mind, body, and the dreams.
Before the aircraft landed at the Heathrow Airport
Promises were made, dreams and hopes were shaped
Standing together with hand in hand at check-out queue
People running here and there in chaos hearing some rumor.
The vision gone and I standing alone in the Airport.
Even today, waiting for the vision lost in the turmoil.
Dr. Ram Mehta
* An Indian name of a girl meaning vision or image
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Second Place win in:
Contest:The One Who Got Away sponsored by Thvia Shetley
Categories:
exponent, loss,
Form:
Free verse
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 thought,
each one as all the rest.
To move, and shape,
and seem to take on a mind of its own,
yet always in tune with the master.
Each aligned magnetically,
their bond impervious to the
most destructive of forces.
They resist heat, pressure and corrosion,
only bending to the will of the master.
As I approached the orb
my outstretched arm penetrates it easily.
The polygons react so quickly, I feel nothing.
I can pass to the inside without so
much as a molecule of oxygen following.
Inside, the iridescent glow of anti matter brightens
as I slowly begin to amalgamate into the structure,
each molecule designed and programmed
to go to a specific place, to perform a specific task,
all functioning equally efficient, expending energy
to be replaced by the strange blue green aura
emanating from another orb, a very small one,
vibrating at multiple frequencies controlled by the loci
of their constantly changing interrupts.
Nothing seems to move except for the slight vibration
of the small orb as the frequencies shift and change
in odd behavior, producing a definite pattern of sounds.
Slowly the larger orb brightens
revealing plasmatic form and structure.
Layer upon layer, deeper and deeper,
the orb expands by the square of the exponent,
until at last sitting alone in a vast wilderness of only darkness,
I remove two small objects glowing - - -
One from each pouch located on either cheek.
As I bring them together slowly, a sudden flash of light
takes on almost a solid form.
“So, how was your day” she says, as I seated myself for supper.
Dedicated to the little boy in me.
May 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
exponent, fantasy, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
exponent, art
Form:
Ekphrasis
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 rating to discourage viewing, by unsuspecting teens!
It’s an algebraic exponent used in mathematical computations,
A place holder in the PEMDAS test, to eliminate confusion!
A pictured symbol for the word “cross,”
Ballot markings “yea or nay” or “win or loss!”
Signature representation of ones’ individual best
Letter ending expression, sealed with a Hug and a Kiss!
XOXOXO
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/14/16
Categories:
exponent, education, relationship, symbolism, word
Form:
Rhyme
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 I will meet her like this
Boarding the same British Airways air vessel.
We travelled together, talked for hours.
Discussed and debated our hopes and dreams.
I was headed for the British University for further study
And she, the exponent of *Kathkali dance for Albert Hall
We navigated each other’s mind, body, and the dreams.
Before the aircraft landed at the Heathrow Airport
Promises were made, dreams and hopes were shaped
Standing together with hand in hand at check-out queue
The vision gone and I standing alone in the Airport.
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May 21, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Imagination by Dave Wood
* An Indian name of a girl meaning vision or imagination
* One of the Classical Dance of India
Categories:
exponent, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
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 bickering to the bundle of flowers.
People marginalize to the pondering of cat to cartoon shape. Money lover to the leverage and lackluster
She was empty heart to jolted bolt to rod lean to the leak of locomotion to candle shake.
She doesn't expose to exponent rise to the power of poverty.
She cannot accept any advice to device call. The world of hers was giggling pave the way to the rest room. City life led her to believe the bulldozer to the bulldog.
Now village girl to the sound in her mind to guitar rumbling in her imagination that’s institutionalizing hope to broken chain.
First to the fast fate in the name exposing to social life to the loss of virginity, burn in the village grow up hope in the city to sycophant love.
The money you monitor devaluate your hope to pregnancy. You refused to defuse the doubt.
Icy bog floating in the seasons taste brew coffee to the beverage stick on my lip to the face of a laptop...
Categories:
exponent, addiction, allusion, art,
Form:
Ballad
That I had sheltered time's renown
within my courage, rapt to own
not going forth to speak disown
as if some error found condone!
This action, atrophy's exponent
and God's resounding, faded drone,
my silent heart could curse unknown
nor love, nor love, for thee not shown!
All light itself remains alone
while darkness gathers and is prone,
the storm, the storm resembles home ~
and love for thee remains . . . . a poem!
Categories:
exponent, poems,
Form:
Monorhyme
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 rhythm
of my blood. Hmm, she will
be, surely, noted by me not only for
tonight, but for many years
after that
countless tingles of
skin to skin
will sip the wine of poetry
and commingle, un-agitated,
into my own inner craving.
Categories:
exponent, love, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Don’t misconceive my mercy for weakness
Exponent to impuissance that bestows
Ascertain verity of Uniqueness
Appreciate my pose of apropos
Strength my forte led by capriciousness
I once shattered and left to be consumed
Thy inner voice pierces my graciousness
Amidst the flightiness presence presumed
I am semblance of authenticity
Your erroneous conclusions expressed
Trapped in mirrors of your duplicity
It is not I who is too dispossessed
My force is life, full of joys and treasures
Multiplied faithfully, basked in pleasures
Categories:
exponent, childhood, dedication, people,
Form:
Sonnet