Best Integers Poems
** Devotion Poem, VANTAGE POINTS **
(For Jim. #17 in Devotion Poem Series)
“I’m not a romantic,”
you announced at the very beginning
With a side-flick of your hand
As if you might then stand
To exit…taking along your trail
Of cool colors — the blues and greens —
Too unwilling for any startling
By my sun yellows, tangerine oranges
Or my bleeding reds,
To disturb your eyes.
But committed to staying, you added,
“I’ve never been able to wink either,”
demonstrating that disability as if
To say, “At you, I would if I could.”
Hypotheses and proofs, have
always linked
In your engineer’s character,
While crayons and ongoing arrows
spread out through mine,
Which, like our colors,
I thought were complimentary,
But now it appears you
might have thought
were just me being childish
And not about any inspired creativity,
from the other side of the brain, so
Alien to the light-green violets
On your side of the color wheel:
Where the palette of intelligence
has formulae —
Not unpredictable outbursts
Or random integers of emotion.
Once, you held me like the first
Glimpsing of a winking Venus
in the dusk
Presenting to all
Her prelude of heaven’s lights
To continue on through the night…
But now, paddling deep in
an ocean of years,
I fear that you find me
Like a flicking bedside candle
Meddling in your wish to sleep…
While some galaxies
in my cosmos
Have darkened
With my own self-depreciation
and decline
So like
Those stars
and dreams that have gone aging.
But inside,
My sun’s risings and settings
Still glow blessed
With vibrant, surging color…
Wishing to be held by
your morning’s horizon-blue eyes.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
Oh my math! Oh my math!
You are a head ache or clear cache,
I don’t understand you till I solve,
Is it a part of my problem solve?
Oh dear math! Oh dear math!
Please be simple, don’t be so tough,
You want me to practice, doing some rough?
It’s so hard, I want to give up!
Oh toughest math! Oh toughest math!
Whenever I solve algebra,
I never take it as easy to see zebra,
Whenever I solve integers,
I always think about strangers,
Whenever I solve linear equations,
There stands a line of questions!
Oh annoying math! Oh annoying math!
Whenever there is a doubt,
I tell my teacher to sort it out,
Always one answer on the tip of her tongue,
Practice, practice and practice ample,
You becoming a mathematician, will become simple!
Oh simple math! Oh simple math!
Solving maths is full of fun,
Maths is nowhere tough, no need of rough,
It’s never so hard to give up!
Integers are whole numbers that can be positive.
In contrast, their values can also be negative.
On the x-axis, natural numbers are to the right of the zero.
On the vertical y-axis, they are above the zero as far as they can go.
You may think this question is moot:
With a negative number, how do you find its square root?
In a quadratic formula, if the discriminate is less than zero,
there are no real roots. So where do you go?
This put many early mathematicians in a quandary.
Somebody came along and invented numbers that are imaginary.
I hope this concept is familiar to you.
I’m sure you are acquainted with “absolute value”.
Points lie in the plane left of the y-axis.
Integers can have negative values because of this.
There’s nothing difficult here; it’s quite simple.
Rene Descartes introduced us to this principle.
In minus territory is where I find your value.
Why don’t you just abscond and bid adieu?
Next to my son's anger
plate tectonics are nothing
to me. His unhappiness
was caused by me.
His purpose and mine
is to catch photons and
store them in our bones.
Time measures change
which continues without
self-doubt. There is no self.
Therefore, why care about
my son's anger
or my guilt?
Why do we have imaginary
numbers anyway?
The imaginary i allows us
to find solutions to many equations
that do not have real number solutions.
It is actually common for equations
to be unsolvable in one number system
but solvable in another:
—with only the counting numbers, we can’t solve x+8=1; we need the
integers for this!
—with only the integers, we can’t solve 3x-1=0; we need the rational
numbers for this!
—with only the rational numbers, we can’t solve x2=2; enter the
irrational numbers!
—and with only the real numbers, we can’t solve x2= -1;
we need the imaginary numbers for this!
Is it possible as Deutsch
suggests that the changes
a self-aware organism can
applying the scientific method
instantiate are innumerable
compared to those of the sun or any big bang?
Therefore, one must care
about the harm you've done
or the good you'd do.
"Death initiates a complex process by which the human body gradually
reverts to dust
but minerals may fill the cracks and voids, bonding the hydroxyapatite
and allowing the bones to join . . ."
in the happy tectonics
of the earth's plates.
Put one, before, nine numbers of zero,
and take one off, have nine numbers of nine.
Grows a number ten times, zero, the hero.
Put one, before, nine numbers of zero.
Centre of integers, is the number zero,
to the left and right, may go endless, fine.
Put one, before nine numbers of zero
and take one off, have nine numbers of nine.
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Zero and one make the computer byte.
Zero is the dark and one is bright.
That is what the cycle of day night,
Zero and one make the computer byte.
From the zero and one, gets its life,
on binary system, computer does thrive.
Zero and one make the computer byte.
Zero is the dark and one is bright.
1000000000-1 = 999999999
A great and Devine recipe
Alas He brew one day
The Gospel worked great wonders
Precious blood did make a way.
Hebrew vessels, chosen jewels
Their descendants were the prick
That Paul before conversion
Against the same did kick.
Many calculated numbers
Of ingredients he mixed
Negatives and positives
A spiritual arithmetic.
Unknown integers he added
On his name destined to call
Filling up the empty places
Of the ones that didn't fall.
Factors traveling a time line
Squared and powered, proposed to
Change the world of doomed and dying
To a beloved city, new.
When just a cup full of injustice
And a pinch of bigotry.
Jealousy running rampant
Spreading pain and cruelty,
Scoops of undetermined rages
Shredded truths and kneaded lies;
Seasoned slabs of accusations
Pots of reeking compromise,
Strained to slip into the mixture
To turn bitter all the sweet
So death might come to weary pilgrims
Needing rest and food to eat.
"Come drink my blood and eat my body
In communing, you shall find
The kingdom gates are always open
To weary travelers all the time".
Says Emmanuel , standing patient
Interceding at the door,
Whose blood is more than sufficient
For those who stray forever more.
RETA PRUITT
August 1, 2016
How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?
Nary a clue exists about
the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated)
gluten free reaction,
or forming a mean
compound, typically a ratio
of whole integers umpteen
place holders long proudly,
(albeit microscopically)
swaggering analogous
to a prideful
home coming queen
walking with her beau
appearing much older looking
than a latte (drinking) teen,
the third word up above, (affright
full looking, isle
lid lashing sorely,
trying, torquing, and
testing vision, i.e. eye sight),
where with insight
red left to right
across conventionally,
sans persons write
ting, and/or read
ding English, who might
live within neck of the woods,
how zing this knight,
where the whirled wide webbing
haint so bright
this smart aleck (comprised
fancy title), excite
ting immediate uptight
reaction came to "light"
just in the nick of time
to spur a sprite
lee chary reader to take
pro nouns hubble flight
(at what the ĵ** -
in reference quite
understandably to multi
syllable chemical airtight
romance masquerade),
this barred bard did write
unfamiliar word, which undoubtedly
triggered consternation,
and fierce urge to bite
and/ or sentence this "FAKE" cur,
who whiz unable to height
ten interest toward me senseless
poetics with supreme delight.
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
Natural numbers, big or small
Include no zero among them all
Including numbers 123
Excluding fractions, as you can see
Whole numbers are one step up
Add a zero, and add them up
To get a simple 0 1 2
There is almost nothing new
Integers now are number three
As negative as numbers can be
Like -1 , or -93
But spanning to infinity
Rational covers all before
Add decimals and you’re near the door
With fractions now, you’re almost done
8.3, 9 over 1
Real numbers are the final step
With any number you could think up
Excluding that which don’t exist
Now go away, I need my rest
Numbers Subtract At Dawn
(4 & 6 Take Sides)
Number 4 and 6 are safe for the moment basking in their wholeness
In a sun, on their side, as they stand holy in the light
Erect, gesturing, complete, as numbers should be
Enemies destroyed most digits starting with the perfect ones
Calling them irrelevant, having them erased, having them removed
Fractions diminish, section by section, cut off from equals
Fratricide is common among numerators and denominators
Fighting to be on top
Major math, primary numbers, stand alone
To figure out the calculus of it all
Zero explains much, holds integers as “whole”, as accountable, in contempt
Real numbers hate them for their size, exposed parts, being divisive
(Division is a crime)
5 does everything in its power to become the number to its left or right
It calls them neighbors
4 and 6 will have nothing to do with it
They call 5 a “numeric perversion”
4 will always be 4. 6 will always be 6
They both want 5 to leave the country quickly (at once)
All numbers should be reduced by day break
They will comply and murmur down
Subtraction takes place at dawn
Where the countdown begins at once
Starting with the number one
4 & 6 take sides but don’t change
Nothing else remains
The Guardians of the Light
David J Walker
What is it,
This thing that parts
The natural darkness
In the eternal night
The strike of potassium and
Phosphorous, igniting
The only light
The only bright thing ever known
In this unknown universe
Parting the darkness from the light
As if parting the land from the
Storms of oceans
As if parting fractions and integers
And the body forms of
Men and women
Creating a need to name the dawn and dusk
And the lusty fractious musk of
Attractions of opposites
In flight
A fearful world that swirls
Around as
As if a terrifying carnival ride
As we become the
Guardians of the light
A Soul’s Breathing Way
Alleluia —my soul reaches — while
Presently
My body keeps still — only in the motion
Of breathing —
Unable to walk — I lie here
Riding time — through visions
over land and seas
Wild —
Without maps or measures — as
Before humanity determined
Moons or integers —
Alleluia — my soul discerns
Serenely
The musical turning of light
Lulling me along
To unset shores —
This ride to physical recovery —
Waiting —- wafting —
Will bear neither boredom nor
impatience —
While wending
Ever gently
On breathing’s rythm —
Alleluia — my soul gladdens
In songs of surrounding angels —
And is ever conscious —
To stay always praising —
Yahweh —
Three in One
Blessing — promises of
Breath and healing
I hold —
Alleluia —- my soul longs to sing
With a faith known
Prior to its birth or Eden
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/11/22
Glory to God….
i was searching for survivors
in all the right places, finding none
my deepest wishes dissipating
probably for the best i always tell myself
watching it come apart
was half the pleasure
as well as half the pain
never needing a rhyme, nor a clue
and will leave none here
it is best these parts are played
upon non-existent fields
where the scores are left to the wind
turning in the snow, heel to toe
the season is leaving
soon the angels where we laid
will fill the gutters
from there to stream and river
flowing into a vast and nameless sea
in depths where light never graces
the seasons have no meaning
and time gives an illusion
of just another corner
one more step into yet another direction
prime numbers and infinity
seeking some perfection
in depths that only darken memory
the shadows within reality
where chemical reactions replace the light
the warm human touch
and deaden the senses
when the winds whisper a name
and the integers fill the day
no different than the insanity you bring
to a table set for one
Fergus Falls 2000
Mysterious, never ending
Is what we call infinity.
Mind-boggling, yet exciting;
A concept that disturbed serenity.
Considered a taboo,
Great minds it defeated.
Thinking it of divine understanding,
Even Galileo felt depleted.
Cantor argued its purpose,
Though that man's fate,
Sanity drained slowly,
Was decided by that sideways eight.
The integers and evens,
To name just two,
Are sets never ending.
Ever extending is the universe too.
No small idea,
And seemingly a paradox.
To consider this conundrum
Makes my head feel full of rocks.