Best Function Poems
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer
Compressing trillions of bytes of information,
Registering every impression we encounter,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation.
Compressing trillions of bytes of information
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously.
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
It processes the continual intake of our senses
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously,
Outlining proposals, formulating our defenses.
It processes the continual intake of our senses,
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Outlines our proposals, formulates our defenses
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances.
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Registering every impression we encounter,
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer.
Written May 9, 2022
"The function of Prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one
who prays".
Soren Kierkegaard
Does politeness in your family well up like
a seed in jagged rocks in the tundra night?
Do manners brew in the black cauldron
with garlic, onions and eye of newt?
Does your family season its conversation with
gallons of salt, while forgetting to add sugar?
Would you rather season your conversation
with extra hot ghost pepper sauce?
Does your family function like a Mentos
that has been stuck inside a bottle full of Coke?
Or maybe your family function is like
vinegar and baking soda mixed in a blender?
If that is your family welcome to broken,
welcome to the ashes, and the dawning of a traumatic normal.
A dream that passes once is not much worthy of the pen,
but I've seen you so much more; tonight I will again.
I want to try and trust you, though I pause and hesitate,
even in my slumber, I still tremble at the gate.
You are so fair and wonderful, and what am I to you?
Surely just amusement! A trap for my heart is due.
But haven't I resisted long enough to stem the tide?
Still, you seem to care for me. O curse me and my pride!
I love the dreams that find us both together; I would stay,
but this ignores the fearsome truth—reality—the day.
And is it not the duty for the ones who fall in love,
to express what they are feeling, even to the skies above?
Very well then, know I'm laughing at my own peculiar rhyme,
but you and I together is just a function of good time.
1 March 2017
pow(x,y)
You can create a function to relate
the value of x raised to power y.
One clever way to exponentiate
is to repeat a simple multiply.
If y is zero, just return a one—
for ev’ry number, that will be the case.
And when y equals one, your work is done—
the answer will be x, your starting base.
For ev’ry other value y can be,
just multiply by x, recursively.
Spring is in its prime again
each leaf beautiful
much is edible
birds and peepers are musical at dawn.
The days walk slowly
toward Utah and Italy.
My left nut hurts.
Joy overwrites death.
Well, well. You're well
alone in your brain
only a negligible fraction
escaping as words and actions.
Every leaf that's coming out
is out. Including the self
to the west and south
a golem, mandragon, an elf.
Aaron was stacking
the last of last year's
firewood. He found
a spotted salamander--
Ambystoma maculatum--
Big mouth--hidden
under the final log
with a worm and centipede for a meal.
I exclaimed Rare species!
but it's common, fossorial
lives in moist woods
under cemetery stones and memorials.
Eats earthworms,
snails, slugs
insect larvae
and adult beetles.
It seems that no one really gets it.
The painful truth of my regret.
A life lived unsuccessfully.
The one I love does not love me.
I now am on my final leg.
And find that I'm too proud to beg.
This world is more than I can bear.
Alone, I just sit here and stare.
The money's gone, too unemployable.
Too alone, life's not enjoyable.
My heart is broken and she don't care.
Alone, I just sit here and stare.
It's obvious, I'm calling out.
In ways without having to shout.
Someone to say that they do care.
Because I alone, just sit and stare.
P.S. Understand people, I don't want to die. But I just don't know how to live.
Cheeks were meant for kissing
Hands were meant for holding
Ears were meant for listening
Arms were meant for enfolding
Eyes were meant for ogling
Mouths were meant for stuffing
Hair was meant for brushing
Cheeks were meant for blushing
Minds were for manipulating
Knees were meant for kneeling
Bums were meant for bumming around
Thoughts for disagreeing
Feet were meant for walking
Palms were for reading the future
Toes were meant for counting
Common sense is for avoiding bloopers
Tongues were meant for wagging
Sores were meant for rubbing
Eyebrows were meant for raising
But hearts my very very good friends
Hearts were meant for loving
premise
a one liner
that can bring you to sound
thought or progressively red-cheeked
thinking.
I burned the crescent rolls,
and then her tears flowed...
We knew they were inevitable,
she was definitely on overload.
Too many people in the house,
and way too much commotion...
“You brought a dish not on the menu?”
Turned her tears into an ocean.
“I’ll just scrape the burned part off,”
evoked another muffled sob...
“My dinner's ruined and nobody cares
I’m just too old for this job.”
“Think I’ll have a glass of wine,
Care to join me sis?”
Think we’re going to need it
To survive this Thanksgiving bliss!”
“I’m never doing this again
I just cannot take the stress…
Hosting a family gathering
Causes me nothing but duress!”
A year since then has passed
My telephone starts to ring
“Coming home for Thanksgiving dear?”
“Of course, what should I bring?”
Beyond the loot and entities
There's really only you and me
Dumb bald apes
With brains too big
I
If each of us is a song
We are not physical
If God sings us into life
We are resurrected beings -
Not physical either
II
You have believed when I talked 'wave'
And 'ocean'
It is the ocean that sings
Waves into existence, rides along
The entire ocean does the 'wave' thing -
Right?
So, too, God experiences through us:
Song, celestial vehicle, or waves
We merge into God, or return to One
Unity in Diversity
III
Appearances are not always accurate about inner reality
quantum mechanics admits it doesn't know a WAVE, or why photons think, decide --
That 'possibilities' are real, physicality not!
You and I are POSSIBILITIES
Earth and its function
earth and its function
dirt and reelection
reflection from a mirror
so much terror
memory of a computer error
robots livid from motion
data starts back the Trojans
Argonauts
nautical astronauts
leading the sheep to the slaughter
reminiscing when they caught her
tortured terrorists hung drawn and quartered
Written by Sean randy Joseph McMahon
on/19/03/06/ sun
Pride please go in my pocket. Faiths come out and play. Love don’t hate. Real don’t behave fake. Peace don’t bring me war. Pleasure doesn’t bring me pain. Being rich can’t make me poor. Struggling for something can make you grateful for nothing. Open don’t lock me out. Thought has frequency like sound, but deaf cannot make me hear. Passion doesn’t bring emotion. Thought cannot bring me vision.
Too much turmoils
Make me fatique
Too much chaos
Make me deaf
Too much tragedies
Make me blind
My mind jammed
My heart broken
I have nothing to say anymore
Years after years hazards come and go and return
Silence is the only word on my lips
The fan blades turn and turn
No noise but efficient
Noisy fan means old and not functioning well
But my silence means loss, helpless and confused
God's silence means we're seriously handicapped
God's words are spread in all nature
With philosophical signs
To be interpreted by man himself
Silence always speaks the loudest voice
To man's heart only
With no heart attacks of course
A heart can be put in a battery to make it function again
How about a stonely heart with God's words
Maybe,maybe...