Best Large Number Poems
Reading alone gets wit and wisdom,
Wide reading increases knowledge,
We can learn a lot by that process,
That only paves the way for growth.
We must make a note of all the books
That World calls as a treasure to hold
And we must acquire them shrewdly
And widen our knowledge brilliantly
As one grows, reading gets narrowed
For innumerable reasons to quote
Main is poor eyesight that blocks
One's reading power immensely
One easiest way to grasp the essence
Is by reading the quotes of great men,
Their distilled wisdom when is learned,
Our wit reaches its pinnacle admirably
Quotes are made with greatest thought
To tell the longest story in few words,
The time taken to read them is less,
We can read at any time, anywhere!
Reading a large number of super quotes
Rinses brain in the ocean of philosophy,
We become great masters of thinking,
Our words contain the best ideas easily
When one grows aged, strain is more,
Especially the eyes lose their power,
Endurance is also seriously affected,
Under such a condition, quotes help
Brief quotes easily remove one's grief,
They stun the World by their simplicity,
By mastering them, we reign supreme,
Our mind is filled with enormous wit
So, reading big books is no doubt fine,
If we have the power and proper mindset,
But, reading quotes will bring huge rewards,
Just twenty of them will elevate our thoughts
Reading habit must be ever continued,
We must constantly develop our brain,
We must equip it for doing useful acts,
Reading is the basis for any great feat!
Tobacco is a silent killer…..
He is known as a cigarette and He is a silent killer whoever loves him.
He is a responsible person for a large number of deaths every year across the world.
He is made out from Tobacco leaves and whoever consuming him in any form like cigarettes,
Beedi or chewing crushed tobacco is very harmful. Initially He will make you happy with smoking
But at the end He will kill you slowly through your lungs infection.
Even you know him that He is a silent killer, but still you love him.
The experts says it is contains more chemicals and carcinogenic which causes cancer in your lungs.
They say “A cigarette a day keeps the doctor in pay”. How true it is. You are spending your
Hard earned money for paying hospital bills just for nothing.
Please think yourself hard that you have a beautiful life ahead and why do you want to make your life short?
Your family needs you and your presences at home are very important with your loved ones.
Please do not allow the killer tobacco to kidnap with your life and make you and your family paralyzed.
God has given you a wonderful life and he has shown you the value of life to be lived very happily.
Please do not disappoint those heavenly words other than respect its wisdom.
Please stop smoking at once.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam
These midgit's live in a big castle.
Where getting around's a big hassle.
They looked for a way.
So that they could stay.
But the steps, too much of a passel*.
* Passel : large number or amount.
P. C. P. S. No offense intended with the use of the word midgit's. Peace. :)
The One Who Finished Last in His Class
By Elton Camp
Not all teachers have equal smarts & skill
And a less able lawyer sure gives no thrill
There are found some West Point cadets
Whose graduation the academy so regrets
And the accountant who eked his degree
From him a large number of errors you see
There’s the last-place structural engineer
To cross his bridge there’s reason to fear
The almost failed pharmacist often will
Dispense to the patient a mistaken pill
The worst graduate of the beauty school
Won’t give very good hairdos as a rule
And the chiropractor who barely got by
Won’t know the right adjustment to try
The business school grad at end of the line
Won’t produce work that will be very fine
And with a medical school it’s just the same
Yet, last-place finisher, it’s doctor we name
Black beauties in chains-
Before the ticket counters,
A long queue does creep
To scatter near the black wonders.
Ears and tails always move,
Ruminating the rhythms of forest.
Elephants are inside the fort,
Exposed to the sky barest.
I hear the hushed emotions
In the clinking of chains.
Hearts smoulder in;
Eyes emit lava of pains.
Burning red wild flowers
And tickling streams,
Each elephant longs I know:
But chains kill dreams.
FABIYAS M V
(Anakotta(a fort for the elephants) at Punathur, Guruvayur, Kerala,India is a tourist
place, where you see a large number of elephants together. All are chained.)
First place winner in 'Your(own) Favorite Poem' contest by Destroyer A poet(PD)
PLUTO
The name conjures up a lot
Dopey Disney dog extra to the plot
Forgotten one-time planet of the night
Not a Jupiter giant, gassy bright,
I’m just a small rocky ball
Nowhere near the sun at all
Cold enough to freeze the nose
Off Santa’s Rudolph as he glows
No regular orbit, just a path
Criss crossing others in a swath
So big around the sun
You’ll all be dead and gone
Before you see half my fly-by.
I can’t even be seen by
Anyone lacking a Hubblescope
But having only binoculars and hope;
And now demoted
No matter how long I’ve floated
In space. There are new planetessimals
Of sizes measured in decimals:
It’s like suddenly finding my father
Always had dozens of other sons, my brothers,
And my family status is reduced
By factors newly deduced
I feel unwanted, unrespected,
It’s not at all what I expected
................................................................................................................
NOTE A glance at your bedside astronomy almanac will show that
Pluto is no longer counted as “the ninth planet”. A large number
of similar lumps of rock are now known beyond Pluto.
" One man's junk is another man's treasure" - author unknown
To some, old collectables and antiques are nothing but junk,
even heirlooms kept safely in their grandmother’s old trunk.
They say antiques sales are diminishing and not as popular today,
but I believe antique collecting is still an interest and here to stay.
It’s fun to go antiquing on the weekends for old forgotten treasures,
buying trinkets to discover their provenances by researched measures.
Exciting to imagine the energy and stories the antiques may hold,
and delightful when finding collections of history so rare and old.
An old empty apothecary bottle that once held medicine to treat the flu,
or helped saved the life of a sick family's toddler when he was only two.
The old handmade quilts and lace doilies that are now dull and faded,
some kept as cherished family gifts and some bartered and traded.
The beautiful Currier and Ives fruit print I found today for sale,
with foxing and colors not as vibrant and some getting pale.
I wonder the story it holds, was it in a mansion or a small home,
displayed as a collection of art or in a shack on the wall alone?
Garage sales are popular places today to find antiques and old junk,
seeing the large number of people who stop can’t be debunked.
Antique collecting is here to stay and will regain popularity,
and still exciting when finding a treasure that is a known rarity!
3/4/23
Contest: Writing Challenge -" J " words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
O how she lamented in Ramah,
over the innocent children,
who were no more,
Herod. heinous and deranged,
killed all children under two years old
and she was severely sore.
But today Rachel still weeps inconsolably
over the millions being killed every day.
Notes:
Originally Rachael lamented because she died after child birth. This happened after she was barren for many year. See Genesis.
Hundreds of years passed when Herod killed the Innocent babes. Bethlehem was very small. No one knows the number of killed babies but it could not have been a large number.
Undiscovered poets hear me, to PH draw near,
This just might be a good chance for your views to ring clear.
An email address you need to get up and running,
Huge monkeys it‘s said could really write something stunning.
So grab paper and pen, come as soon as you canna,
But don't forget please sir to bring several banana.
Enough monkey typewriters might just supplant Shakespeare,
Given enough time (and assuming plenty of beer.)
We don't have all day but trust me. I have a good hunch,
With banana enough friend we don't think about lunch.
So let's all hop to it just see man what we can do,
If monkey shenanigans truly carry us though.
Show literary typos the ace in our pocket,
By lighting the fuse to our post(English) grad rocket.
Brian Johnston
May 6, 2014
Poet's Notes:
Brian's bastardized Jamaican English explained….
...'PH' - PoemHunter (you know man, the site you be on right now)
…‘Huge' - a synonym for ‘a great many' or ‘a large number of'….
…'canna' - a synonym for ‘are able to, ' or slang for ‘smoke a joint, ' dare I say
...............it 'cannabis! ' (Serendipitous luck I assure you. I'm not that smart.)
…'banana' - the plural form of banana. Hey it's my poem!
…'supplant' - a synonym for ‘prove to be better than' as in ‘my pot's better .................than your pot'….
….'beer' - an alcoholic beverage you always think you can drink more of….
…'shenanigans' - an Irish? word that means ‘horse play' or ‘sculduggery'….
…'typos' - a new hip word comparing Poetry snobs to a misspelled word….
…'ace in the pocket' - a way to cheat when playing the card game Poker….
…'post(English) grad rocket' - a new poetry craze that English majors can't
..........................................crack! ....
i may call it a leaflet
i may call it a handbill
but don’t you notice
a large number of gossips
is natant in the air
do you admit that the fuming heart
that’s glorifying the plate
should be made a must-read
for any seed-bed
the sun tells that to keep-fit
the health of the clouds
the instigation of the perfumed-soap
is required
with that pituitary
some neighing of horses
that is fastened tightly with cork
now see
if you can offer pregnancy
even to the barbie doll
by the by
it should be informed here
if the question of roaming in the woods
is raised
the highly-educated bathroom
feels very helpless
and taking repeated somersaults
in the sunshine
in the rains
the folding umbrella
also have got very much out-of-temper
just want to start off by saying, we all know the dangers of drugs and alcohol, there is this one substance though, just one that you have to be 18 or older to buy. I am talking about “The Cancer Stick” better known as cigarettes. Most of the older people in my family and others also smoke cigarettes like its nothing at all, I never realized it caused cancer until older years, but when I found out it was too late, many of my family members developed lung cancer including my close grandmother. That woman would smoke a pack of cigarettes in the snap of a finger, but the thing is she has been doing it for over 20years I would assume. The day I found out she was dying of the disease I was not surprised, but yet she is my grandmother so I felt great sorrow. When she passed it shook my soul, but we know we must move on. The thing that boggles my mind is that the government regulates these substances knowing the dangers, and what do you get a large number of statistics on the deaths of those related to legal drugs, ex: alcohol, prescription drugs, cigarettes etc. But if it makes profit distribute it right? The death of my grandmother along with the death of my great aunt both due to that cancer stick, has changed my mindset drastically on the way things are set up in our system, I wish I was able to talk to my grandmother and aunt one last time, one last time to tell them to put that killer down and resist that mentality, but I couldn’t, why? Because they are addicts, it would take strong support, but see we didn’t have good family support. So unfortunately helping my grandmother mentally was a fail.
Loud,strong and audible from far,
His voice is of a professor
Who had taught a large number,
And it belongs to my father.
The voice that once narrated stories
To put me to sleep all night.
The noise that now awakens
And brings me to daylight.
The tone of love that cares for me,
The one that prays for my welfare,
Making me feel safe and secure
And which I wish to hear forever.
Hallowed win is never impossible
When wrought by God’s might that does enable
He makes all evil spirits to tremble
Vanquishing ill feelings so terrible!
Midst frightening night’s schemes of lurking trick
Truth’s light brightly radiates with divine click
Devoid of deceit’s twist and scam’s fake flick
Smashing demonic spells that make souls sick.
The Lord’s triumph* is great treat from heaven
His love covers sins, truly forgiven
Thru full trust in the Saviour, it’s surely given
Conquering hell’s damnation; faith-driven!
Such is what I learned in my mortal existence
Though called the "Ancient One"* in my fictional essence
To God, "the Ancient of Days"** I bow down, trembling in His presence
Aware of His omnipresence, omniscience, and omnipotence.
*The Ancient One possessed the ability to manipulate the forces of magic for a vast number of effects and was able to tap into extra-dimensional energy by invoking entities or objects of power, existing in dimensions tangential to those of the Earth, through the recitation of spells. The Ancient One was capable of astral projection, levitation, interdimensional teleportation, and a large number of other effects. However, in his extreme old age, the Ancient One was unable to perform any major feats of sorcery without placing great physical strain upon himself.
**Daniel 7:13 I saw in the night visions, and, behold, [one] like the Son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of days, and they brought him near before him.
October 23, 2018
Edited on February 24, 2023 with the last stanza added
2nd place, "Marvel and DC Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 3/4/2023.
Family’s
Family’s are tough
Family’ do but sometimes
don’t keep in touch
Family’s sometimes fight
And sometimes cant decide
What is right
Family’s sometimes are a shame
And they play that not it my fought
Name game
Family’s most of the time
All love one other
But this is sometimes not true
With some sisters and brothers
Family’s may conceit of a large number
of people or very small
They may have different colored hair
Or some may be short or very tall
Family’s are you and me
There aunts and uncles
And nephew and nieces
But Grandma and pa
Is the people who hold all the pieces
Family’s I feel are made from God above
It was Adam and Eve,, in the beginning
I do believe
So if your lucky enough to have
a family alive and not yet dead
Pick up the phone and call them
Ask how are you, , and why have you not called
Is it something I might of said/
And try not to get mad
And hold a grudge instead
Family weather you like it or not
It what we are
Last year or last week or tomorrow
Oh I almost for got about Grandkids
They are the best if your lucky enough to have them
Oh just ask a Grandparent they will tell you the rest,,,,
Family’s
Nightfall robins sparkling in a glass jar of seeds. Gratifying senses lay by the lakes and the reeds. Climbing the tree to admire the vista. There is no varied crown upon this land. There are no fenced areas either. It is merely wild. And moving. Never still. Never dormant. Oh look a flying glowworm speedily moving and giggling to the plants at the human traffic. Harbour no elephant then in a miniature glass. It is not very nice or pleasant. And the north holds a torch up to show the way to the other directions who arrive to perform a ballet at midnight. Number nine hundred and fifteen. Does one plate glide under rock? Is there a cup if dawn in that mist over there? Are the cutlery drawers singing to the popular ice cream whisks? Yes. Good. It is to be said that a forks stick with a stripey tongue can atomize even the most frantic of twigs. And all flurries are in fact swarms not storms as is told. They are to be held,honoured,cherished and welcomed. For they alone will cut antennae in a global chaotic swoop swap. Oh pie the pizza sighed. I wish I had a case. I am so exposed and you have a lid. I will sit and watch my cheese splayed out over me. Whilst you are comfortable under your pastry pile. We must now move called the twenty foot peacock clambering onto the canoe. We have to get to the ocean. Come on. Hurry up. It will be far too late to surf if you don't come now. Splooshing sailing starting ships. And a giant eel smiling in a very decorated ball gown. Tantric trees tailoring topiary. And of course the magnificence of a large number of swans passing at high speed. Great. Fascinating isn't it? And dance of the dogs began. Xxxx polarisation pickling Pocklington. Xxxxx tyrannosaurus z