Best Fractional Poems
Our fellow travelers,
What measure of trust for them?
The moment's imperfections are easily, even instinctively overlooked -
We risk for their benefit, sacrifice for their good.
Minutes stretched, the holy person spoke to all comers
As I heard love's woman,
Hanging on the pierced and tattooed man.
What did she see, he was fractional to me;
Her freely-given look demanded no return,
Love's area of the mind spreading over others.
Was it that he'd only hit her once?
The sightless mother's fingers over the face of her child
Tenderly traced that juncture of skin and hour,
Acquiring an instant in time.
Categories:
fractional, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
From the beginning, people have asked themselves,
how God came into being or how God creates from nothing?
The God seekers are advancing ethical axioms
and truth is withstanding the test of experience.
Human mind is made out for reason and truth.
Reason gives us freedom
and freedom makes a human being a moral subject.
The man is a moral being and justice is greater than love.
We don’t know, why protons in the core of atom
are attracted and not repelled
even though, they have the same electrical charge?
What decides that a cell becomes animal or a plant cell?
Every leaf has many cells and each is more complicated
than a human made rocket.
Why stars, Earth and other planets are weightless in space
and what force makes universe to expand?
Expanding universe is astounding.
Space is stretching and does not collapse.
Why Dolphins live in water for millions of years,
even though they do not have gills
and cannot breath oxygen from water?
Nature adapts and man forms himself.
Animals lack our understanding,
but we cannot compare to incorporeal beings
for they are much more advanced than we.
There is more to reality than just phenomenal.
Science interprets things in terms of our experience,
and consciousness is essential to knowledge.
Real world is self contained, independent,
derived from pure consciousness.
Man gets corrupted by the power he has,
but God is almighty and holy indeed.
"Woe to the shepherds who mislead and scatter
the flock of my pasture..."
The king cannot substitute for apostolic succession.
God revealed himself to mankind
and this encounter of God is our experience.
The wholeness of being demands eternity,
otherwise, the being is fractional.
Lord God dwells in unapproachable light
and can deify people and angels and make them Gods,
but only if they are holy first.
Categories:
fractional, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
But what is man, but an insignificant insect in my dominant domain?
A wasteful clan, pernicious and prejudicious roaming the open plain…
Using a destructive plan, a killing machine building their festive feasts,
Invading the Sudan, hunting for their prey calling me, the King of beasts.
Am I not an animal, only killing when I hunger to feed the restless pride?
And a lion lacrimal, for I also shed tears when I lose my bar caged bride…
A fading fractional, our dominance diminishing amidst the wilderness wing,
A feline fallible upon extinction, but for this direful day, I’m still the King.
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Background music: African chanting
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April.30.2019
Free verse or Rhyme
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Categories:
fractional, africa, animal, men,
Form:
Rhyme
As if there is no one like I to match
Why is that?
I ask all the time where is that other hat?
The head to my ball and catch to my cap
A mind to protect head rounded grounded
When would a cross of paths guide the blind?
The blind sight that hides confined
Through the eyes that find the beauty in line with heart
Why is this? I ask all the time wondering if it will ever be
A mind like mine to have and converse all the time
Not just my own when I am alone struggling to write
Thinking yes thinking that monster thought creeping
Tender loving care is what I have always been seeking
The meaning a meaning to be called a purposeful life
Traveling my endless futures conceptual mind
A mind like no other I find is hard to compare
Share with me that time in mind yes share with me I say
Where ever they are I do ask each and everyday
That question no answer to myself as to why
A one why to my life arriving back to begin
The beginning to one a two three and four
When my minds value over heart is the fractional score
To denominate my numeral path inset with a dream
Meeting someone with a mindset like me
Categories:
fractional, desire, destiny, emotions, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
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My braces are pinching me and I remove them but really I only want to get closer
The harder grasses prickling our arms but why does she complain so little
The sun beats down and the clagg is to swished away from exposed flesh
Her focus is love or lust or me for now at least
The wood wasp announces its arrival and stands still in the air and looks
Too early for distraction he thinks and gone in a split second.
The summer sun beats down and hums as far as the eye can see
She arches her back a little and peels her long auburn hair behind her ear and smiles
Anticipation pent up amoungst the tall waving ears of meadow grass and poppy
She asks is this grass tall enough beside the river bank
The river chuckles and laps and quacks with ever notes of time going by
Again can anyone see us she says. Don't worry there's no one for miles.
She stiffens and recoils in a fractional notice and my torrent ebbs some what
I sit up on the tartan rug. Look there is no one my love and I stoke her ankle
I turned my head to the river bank opposite to an anxious man sitting up too
The tall waving grass as if supporting the lone head of this man this courting spoiler
My torrent disappears down. A drive becomes my angered disappointment contained
My beauty in lace white and of steady eagerness then abates with my news
I told you. I told you. And her heart shows me no sad disappointment no loss
Gathering our selves and bits of grass dart away past cocks of meadowed hay
Categories:
fractional, loveme, love, me, river,
Form:
This the truth will always be –
amity between Sam and Abdalla;
finding Bigfoot,
gathering the ocean’s blue; a perfect wedlock;
Hollywood; Fox News; Joel Osteen.
There is no place where freedom is not
sacrificed for dreams, reality for sugared words,
a black man to Limbaugh’s tongue –
the brutal but softer tone of the Coliseum.
Our dream is fractional happiness,
a day with dark ending. Our light is a fast
exodus to the open sepulchers,
so far from youthful minds,
but within walking distance of our bodies,
breathless. Our fad is for the open eyes,
our eyes, a minute to see.
How fleeting are the seconds, and years.
When the old Ampad man came to town,
we went backward like a cult baptism,
there was this smell that walked like stupid,
along the Ohio River, the sound of tomorrow’s children
crying the cries their parents left them.
Smith was never pleased
with Jesus’ work, so they took him to America,
and execute the first 9\11, like Waco.
We strip barks from the neutered trees,
the rabid yelps in the Bushes.
We’ve witnessed Barbara giving birth to Judas,
an effort to fulfill the selling of the woman at sea.
We were terrified, but God never let it be so;
we will not go now,
the sky will dressed in black to moan our pending death.
We are dogs on a lease –
I can’t believe the things the wind told my ears.
Remember George, how we gave him Samantha,
then request that the black man give her back to us,
saying, let us take our Sammy from the cotton picker’s son;
he’s blind; he cannot see Russia from his house,
his name is a message from the camel people.
How can he rest his graying head,
against a pillow made with thorns?
How can he sleep,
with all that stupid ringing in his ears?
Categories:
fractional, history, political, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
You keep money secure thank you bank
Financial institution you are high is rank.
Accepting deposits you create credits see,
Honey is collected too flower thanks bee.
Keeping people happy you share interest,
This may be compound this may simplest.
Bearing mortgages also you provide loan,
At due time you collect due is too known.
Of their current liabilities under torsion
Liquid assets are equal to only a portion.
Under policy of special gazette of nation,
Fractional reserve banking rules relation.
Liquidity in minimum capital you ensure,
Basel accords base you then us you assure.
Moving around you I observe the bankers,
In material life money matters say anchors.
Diamond you keep, silver you keep gold,
In safe locker all keep ornaments do hold.
Old you are new you are I hold inner core,
Values, virtues are my wealth feels chore.
Management of selfless banking is shown.
Safe banking I do on line on myself own,
I am soul the original bank of power light,
Supervisor of my bank is God is very right.
Categories:
fractional, appreciation, business, cheer up,
Form:
Rhyme
Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over
sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance)
as if flying within time machine at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me
feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull
juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits
sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum
fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume
nonetheless, mein kempf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics
comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom
fancifully drifting and booring into quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from
sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum
where live yikyak wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum
nonetheless, swallowed down behavioral sink went – me mum
bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum
man strait ting and bickering with Lilliputians slum
bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb
ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd viz a bully did cower
hence mister clock, who got high-jacked 3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power
wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour
grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered,
and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour.
Black hole event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard
Sucker punched the band wagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers
counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.
Categories:
fractional, allusion, assonance, autumn, fun,
Form:
Free verse
We give no further adieu to
fractions.
Yes, they are in our everyday
actions.
These are common points
leading to cognitive
satisfaction.
Fractions are parts of a whole.
Knowledge of fractions should
soothe your soul.
Behold in our every day actions
are fractions. They are
represented on a line
sometimes.
Fractions are not to fear.
They’ve been here ever since
there has been an earth.
Fractions are fuel for your
brain. Yes, they have much
worth.
The numerator or the top
numeral represents the part.
The denominator or the bottom
numeral represents the whole.
There is a line between them
that gives them character.
No fraction should be
demeaning to you: learning of
them should bring you joy and
laughter,
Knowledge of fractions we
desire for it to be plastered on
your cerebral cortex.
We have faith that in fractional
cognition you’ll do your best
and gain more than honorable
mention.
Fractions are in our everyday
actions.
There are points on a number
line that lead to your cognitive
satisfaction.
copyright 2014 Nicole S. Brown
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
fractional, education,
Form:
Rhyme
let's get irrational
let's imaginatively think
let's quotient ideas fractional
let's think up primes distinct
let's see what we can make of it
let's examine possibilities
let's toss away the parity bit
let's forgo responsibilities
let's universally go to edge
let's carry ones to tens
let's farfetched, forgo a hedge
let's do it all over again
let's raise our lives so inclined
let's jump over the tick of time
© Goode Guy 2013-12-02
maybe it's really simple math that adds up
Categories:
fractional, imagination, inspiration, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
Ways to communicate to translate to explain
Form a question seek the knowledge to acquire an answer
Choosing truthful depiction after taught to demonstrate make claim
Languages methodical visual translations of opinion to learn
Eyesight far and near on a body to read
Differences when learning what is given to each unknown
Translation of our true abilities an educated plead
Vision pieced past filled with new life perspective to decode
Breaking coded messages behavior analyzing what was fed
Sixth senses intuition of the repetitive misrepresentations
Neglected missions of proper explanations attempted failed again
Image misinterpreted mentally misconstrued translations
Spoken intervention speaking clearly a direction for humanity matters
Linear composition that divides personal conversations with constant limitation
Contracting consented horizontal thought focused on positive patterns
Fractional decisions off judgmental habits a common basic of communication
Rewrite of my poem 'To Translate' inspirational thanks to Ronald A. Williams
Categories:
fractional, body, community, education, language,
Form:
Rhyme
More is so much more
More than creation could have to offer
The better we can do
If we meddle and then we tamper
Make it better it will be BIGGER
THERE beneath the muscle mass
The egg yolk recombinant pale industrial
Bubonic feed in tiny grains
Exogenous bovine viral
This will make it BIGGER
And so much better
This will serve the economic trend
Side effects no matter
BETTER bigger eat those nachos
Cobs are easier than modified corn
Plastic bags for a chemical filter
Economy size is so much BIGGER
Than the tastier crunchets were BEFORE
MATERIALISM's cannibalism
Of self consumption
Eats its way through the natural world
Great BIG cow beef dripping nasal hormones
Teeter themselves on unnatural legs
Burger buns and great BIG yellow M's
Have the market miasma cornered
Still the toilet middle man down
Flushed in the drains of public health
Get more to the gross is more to the pound
More to the kilo than an ounce
More insipid in its sliced up ubiquitous
BIGGER the savour ends up tastless
A pre-packed convenience for a cling-film house
Such is a western dream of diluted poison
BIGGER better better BIGGER
The opulent cadre of exploitation
And steady forever fractional collapse
More is so much more
More than this creation has to offer
Categories:
fractional, crazy, nature, technology,
Form:
Free verse
to how many places
can i make a point
that is lost for infinite time
because i was not the only one
looping waves
the film reel was in braille
vibrating
brushing shoulders with strangers
eyes watching from an unknown
someone knows your secrets
lulling space and time to sleep
when the star dust settles
fractional existence
removed to the nth power
somehow plays a tune
and has the galaxies sing along
hear you thought
these words a rock
we chipped bones to make
a time machine
they say we'd need a boat
an orchestra of strings
appreciation for mystery
and faith in ourselves
Categories:
fractional, boat, introspection, metaphor, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Appropriated snatch of silver coins
A veritable gamble to grab bag the mantle
Circulating hand to hand, finger to dust
Or swirling computer screens reminding what must
Be sought constantly, human energy a fractional reserve
Digits that mine natural and mineral, crawling from sheet
If we could package and sell the moon
That would be experiential replete
So settle into goods and services produced
The servitude of menial debt, clock turning
Urging scarcity rearranged, competition tooth and beast
All hands on pot, stirring the fervent potion
Degrees recently place tokens on real estate, tax brokerage
Nature chipped, clipped, chopped
Fortunes blown to the sounds of stone
Rain hails value like hurricanes shale sand dunes
Or a harvest before the tank can burst
The sacrifice lust to make labor combust
And purchase power the needed currency
Categories:
fractional, freedom, relationship, work,
Form:
Free verse
It is as if their odds were divided by zero,
The chances of me being “normal” are quite… impossible.
Look at me from different angles
And beware of my varied sides,
I cannot comprehend life’s matters unless they’ve got a
Study - guide.
I am not cold-blooded! I am not alone!
This knowledge digs into my tissues and my bones.
My body is bound to free-fall.
But I will not step into my sepulcher until I…
Experiment it all!
Papers! Papers!
Nothing compares to the smell of a successful experiment’s
Florid vapor.
It is the scent of home.
I know it all! Ah yes! I know it all!
These books shall not elude my hands
Until I wear that pall!
I draw my exes and find answers for my whys.
I can calculate the increasing velocity
Of people’s lies.
I make the irrational seem rational and
My feelings might be fractional.
But what good could love offer me?
It does not value my “signs” or even solve my functions.
It does not re-collect the atoms of my being… It is not a junction!
What good could friends offer me?
They do not give me “pies” or even certainty!
Some wish to decrease my acidity…
Bases!
Ignorant faces!
Equilibrium paces!
Action-reaction cases!
If only someone could lessen my “concentration”
Then perhaps I shall become dilute,
For I am nothing but an unwanted residue…
I am nothing but a science brute.
Categories:
fractional, depression, educationme, me,
Form:
Rhyme