Best Multiples Poems
A is for Antenna
A is for Antenna, the two-in-one, receiving in and transmitting away.
B is for Broadband, to fire away on the high speed digital highway.
C is for Current, what a beauty, it is all but free- electron- flow.
D is for decibel, not the horrible, but a logarithmic unit and a ratio.
E is for Electrons, the teeny weeny charged particles, so light
F is for Fibre, or simply glass that passes streams of bits as light.
G is for Gain, could also mean loss, a measure of what’s in and what’s out.
H is for Harmonics, often unwanted multiples that are up and about.
I is for Ionosphere, the upper reaches of appreciable ionization
J is for Jitter, Who wants this unwanted, random fluctuation
K is for Klystron, just a tube which, in the microwave range, oscillates
L is for Limiter, thank God, the input to a system , it limits.
M is for Modulation, a wave-on -wave super imposition
N is for Noise, the hated disturbances due to heat’s action
O is for Oscillators, they are from low to ultra high frequency
P is for Pulse, not of the heartbeat, but a quick shot of energy.
Q is for Quartz, the stabilizer that is piezo-electric
R is for Regeneration, recuperating-the- sick- signal- trick.
S is for Semiconductors, not semi-precious, but indispensable
T is for Transmission, making communication finally possible,
U is for Unlimited Plans, the veritable godsend for the customer
V is for Voltage, the difference of potentials, one should remember.
W is for Waves, electromagnetic waves not the ones in the ocean,
X is for X-rays, against which the engineer should exercise caution
Y is for Yagi, it’s only an antenna, not a yogi or a tribal totem
Z is for Zirconium, hungry for neutrons in the context of atom.
That puts in a nutshell the revolution
Of electronics and communication.
02 Mar 2013
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: Cyndi Macmillan’s “ Z is for Zaria-ABC poetry” contest.
POEM "JELLY BELLY" by martin gedge
A jar full of jelly and a bag full of beans
in multiples of colors in a rainbow of dreams
a taste that you savor in the juicy of a jam
bursting with the flavor in handful sugar slam
mellow yellow lemon and orange to kiss a crush
a fresh of spearmint green with a wild berry blush
grape is wealthy Welch's and the white vanilla sprung
black is licorice heaven like a shadow on your tongue
you can water up the melon or you can passion up the peach
there is apples in the orchard with a tutti-frutti beat
cotton candy carnival and a pomegranate splash
if you had too many root beers have a cappuccino crash
a touch of mango marvel and a margarita mix
for every single drink your are sure to get your fix
banana is appealing and the cantaloupe delight
kiwi has a craving and the cinnamon a bite
if you like pop into your pudding there chocolate to declare
a sherbet and a cheesecake with a marshmallow affair
cream to top your soda in the caramel covered corn
in shapes and different sizes since the jelly bean was born
so when you see the dentist and they don't quite understand
don't look so sour cherry when the Dr. pepper can
the fact is pure as sugar and It's not just bubble gum
a coconut can never stop from eating more then one..
by martin gedge ©
Plagued by incandescent ferments I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads,
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed traffic jam’s tailback of relative prospect,
normalcy a supernatural synonym,
apperception fringed by lambent twinkling,
that tantalising twirl of clustered countless spirits,
quirk-some inklings seem a weakness,
whilst chasing galaxy of plus point,
self-ostracised by atypical apparently conflicting plethora,
grave as in shadow id, tombstone stark exit but salutary motto,
etched eerily by one staunch depiction,
on catalytic other form of self,
unresolved human traits in multiples,
indicative of lack, lack of bearing?
me that nutrient rich plot that has,
this wondrous green blade potential compass,
me as sumptuous summer gust freshener,
of inner coastal home philosopher’s dwelling,
me an endless random version,
of charcoal midnight gleeful ghost,
blithely skimming chimney tops on deep quest,
yet nascent dawn usher lurks within,
augurs well for that sound ultimate coexistence,
despite an underbelly of niggling doubt
Hopefully I’m kind
at heart but rare traits might just
scupper thoughtful aim
It's been a long time since the cicadas rumbled.
History books say 'twas eighteen hundred and three
When war struck the trees where bees sometimes bumbled.
The seventeen and thirteen boys couldn't agree.
The horror of those days can't be told in rhyme,
But that war to end wars, we may again see.
I tell you children that it's once again time.
It's history that tells us and also some math -
It's because thirteen and seventeen are prime.
For the first time since, they're headed down that path
With products and least common multiples the same,
Their hatch cycles will line up in nature's cruel wrath.
In twenty twenty-four bugs will kill and they'll maim.
Do they just need more food to all eat hearty
For them to be happy and peace to proclaim?
Numerous number systems beyond the real:
complex numbers, octonions, omnions which can eat whole black holes.
It's axiomatic that your personal history, preferences, how you feel
account for nothing at all.
$30 buys a flock of chickens for a needy family (International Rescue
Committee)
$29 gets a girl a school uniform (CARE), for $300 you can stock a fish
pond (Heifer International)
$69 can start a female entrepreneur in the sewing business (Mercy
Corps)
$5 will buy a bed net that protects a family from mosquitoes (Against
Malaria)
20th century experiments demonstrated that electrical charge is
quantized; that is, it comes in
multiples of individual small units called the elementary charge, e,
approximately equal to 1.602
x 10-19 coulombs (except for particles called quarks which have charges
that are multiples of
1/3e).
Why has the experimentalism of the avant-garde, which has failed in the
novel, succeeded in
poetry? Because poetry is always experimental; while the novel, on the
contrary, by its nature,
cannot be . . . which is to say that experimentalism is synonymous with
poetry, and that applied
to the novel, it leads simply to the substitution of the novel with poetry.
--Alberto Moravia
Man made the town, Fibonacci inflated zero to be the wheel
around which the universe turns and language is the soul
walking and talking quietly or going angrily to war.
"Counting is in its very essence magical, if any human practice is at all.
For numbers are things no one has ever seen or heard or touched."
As are words.
Joan Didion thought the scariest stanza in all of poetry
begins Row, row, row your boat gently
down the stream. The elements, the material penumbra,
irresolvable for the mortal, readily dissolve in words and numbers.
Of all things, it is happiness and fear
Both of these are strongly sincere
Either a laugh or cold tears shed
That's when the pain develops in my head.
I think of you and your handsome smell
Lucky for me, I remember it well
I grasp my pillow ever so tightly
And begin to fall asleep ever so slightly.
I begin to dream of your powerful touch
I can only hope you think of me a fraction as much
But then I wake and realize you were never real
And then I think, am I faking what I feel?
Are you turning into a figment of my imagination
With multiples or just a single collaboration
The memories, they are beginning to fade
Your entire self, so quickly decayed.
Those heart wrenching songs start to play in my mind
Always making me want to rewind
To where I laugh instead of weep
Where I dream of you in my sleep.
Written and posted on June 28th, 2016.
By: Michelle Corbin
Fare thee be well to stranger and kin
Another story do tell of Universal Law them
Signal frequents sent in alternating from him
All in regards to glowing of little gem
She wraps her arms around the dark of the night
Encompassing in him and all around him is her light
Nine personalities there do be
All creating the one in thee
Understanding and hearing them all
Requires the one to build a proper wall
They be the building blocks in you
Seven see; A, E, I, O, and U
All be parts of the fellowship ring you
I – ntelligence Supreme supplying energy behind all steam
E- go driven attitude is mentally meant to allude
A – lpha has spoken and only heard by thee awakened
E – motional feelings multiplying by floor and ceiling
I – mpulse sensitivity senses all mirror double dealing
O – rigination of desires conspire or inspire both indeed start fires
U – nderlying seed does feed the one base need
Next side be side these two titans see
Thor or Asgard, The Thunder Hammer of desires origination
And, Thee lovable Hulk, Harmonic underlying seed lacking knowledge is base need
Thrust into battle they go
These be their armies in tow
Having many different names though
Hulk and Thor’s higher and lower self
All four picked from amongst these
Blocks that be on the shelf
Being amongst these ye can perceive
As well as retrieve
Words that appear in tea’s leaves
These warriors do be
Constants these
Armies all ye B, C, D…
F, G, H, J, K, L, M, N, P, Q, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y, Z
Multiples of three
Be in rhapsody
Teeth clutched in furious fists,
Miles high above the mists,
Eyes thrust on identity’s this,
A smile wandering far amiss.
So this is the face of a simile,
Resting peacefully in eternity,
Here’s a figure of stoic rectitude,
Reflecting over mass ineptitude.
Of time I once knew,
When my lady a sword withdrew,
A flirt upon an ocular lance,
Its mark on earth to live or dance.
It is but an unseemly error,
This wholly world of fluid terror,
Think not twice or multiples upon it,
Suffer the stones that bite to hit.
For once upon a broken time,
There was a cheapened hollow dime,
Whose mother eyed a parenthetical ghost,
Truth attired in a burning roast.
This then is the tale,
Of memories and mountains yet to scale,
Birds, mice, pearls and dice,
Plain secrets to unlock life’s holy device.
Living is more than getting the most,
Dying comes later in the laugh of the host,
He whose voice know’s of no other,
Sees the face of man’s earthly mother.
Its not make believe following the rules,
Nor a farce to question social tools,
A question of policy expressed in a letter,
A conceptual echo though hardly better.
Our day is here high to boot,
To laugh with the wind like an uncouth hoot,
The unborn faces of earthly flowers yet to come,
To rise, to whither, blasphemy for some.
Surprise me with a compliment
When I’m feeling down
Surprise me with a funny joke
When you see me wear a frown
Surprise me with agreement
When I am argumentative
Surprise me with a “thank you” smile
When I’ve nothing left to give
Surprise me with a thumbs up sign
Even though I tried and failed
Surprise me with camaraderie
When all my other friends have bailed
Surprise me with a shoulder rub
After a long, hard day at work
Surprise me with a good kick in the tush
When I am being a real jerk
Surprise me with an in depth look
At one of my stupid poems
Surprise me by being there
When at night I stumble home
Surprise me by simply loving me
Although there is no good reason to at all
Surprise me by catching me
Before I even start to fall
Surprise me in any of these ways
And this I promise you
The surprises that I give right back
Will come in multiples of two
(I think I made a mistake in the title I gave this. That's why it got so few reads. For any who already read it, I apologize. This is a shameless attempt to garner more reads.)
In These Cases, We Have Judgment Here
By Elton Camp
There’s no need for laws to make polygamy a crime
Some protest, “We must deal with that ball of slime.
How can we let such wicked conduct unpunished be?”
But I have this to say, “Of so little faith are such as ye.”
A man who takes to himself more than a single wife
Gets punishment enough by his life filled with strife
Marrying only one wife will bring problems galore
To take on multiples will certainly bring many more
The polygamist will be so nagged and shoved about
That he should’ve stayed a bachelor, he won’t doubt
You needn’t bother passing laws, my righteous friend
Because this is a crime that’s self-punishing in the end
The Birch
We’re hailed by changes of weather always
Pouring, wind, rain, gale and hurricane
Our dried barks and twigs easily departs
When they lavishly attack in season
Enchanting imbibe of full moon lights
We play with millions twinkling stars
Cloud travels vigilantly surrounding us
Flurry movement with smiling joyous
Various birds and sparrows nettles
In whole branches swinging whirling
Evening and morning chirping of them
Provides sweetened sleeping time gorgeous
Shelter we provide in all season to all
We don’t mind men, animal or phantom
Various insects joyfully abode us
Historical event many times with pride
Have written in our provision but
When started our birth in which reason
Far back to exact immemorial time
Turns upheavals appeared and vanished
Our races remained pervading always
Calamities various we have noticed
Dreadful volcanoes earth quakes floods
Devastation of habitation many times
We’ve seen horror of war stopping breath
Slowly but surely in the lapse of time
We came to contact with wise human beings
They knew the uses of our multiples
Fostering lives to driving enemies all
Houses to live making door windows
Ceiling, pillars, furniture other more
Decorative enchantment in festivals too
To cross the rivers with beautiful canoe plus
Fodders to animals to shoot for vegetables
Our fruits they contrived ordinary goods
Kinds and genres of our different
Familiar family Birch Betula Pendula
Mountain to plain everywhere our dwellings
Dwarf taller biggest eldest our findings
Greenish yellowish leafage luscious
Silvery skin beautiful to see and touch
Lovingly people composes writings on
Symmetry with wind when we blowing
Breeze pours joys producing sweet sound
Rustle hustle colliding leaves with twigs
Fountain signals us enamouring love present
Running gently humming with murmuring flush
Poet’s heart delights cheering the Birch
Gorgeous, vibrant unrivalled focus
History stands describing more about
Adding, idioms, phrases and anecdotes core
So old we’re in history self also
‘Veda’ describes us memorable Birch.
~My Water Pearls Of Wisdom~
(Free Verse)
Wishes stands in multiples
Pride stands alone and sad
Peace is for us to spread it
Love if for us to give and share it
Pain and sorrows are to transform us
Hopes are to bring us more pieces of dreams
Faith is to keep us always in place
Dreams are to bring us more pieces of joy!
Wisdom is to teach us to be better people
Peace is to fill us with more inner glow
Truth is to bring us more freedom and light
Love is to give us the real joy
But only God can really transform us and
Give us life!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,16,2015
A light bulb screwed in, then turn on switch witch.
We all can learn from experience.
But you can also experience what you learn.
Time and again learning something the wrong way has caused disaster.
Wiring an engine the wrong way will keep it from running.
Just as loving the wrong person can cause heartbreak.
The night you saw her with another man was heartbreak.
You wanted to yell at her and call her a witch.
Then after all the hassle you were tired from running.
You felt like you had learned from this experience.
Another relationship, another disaster.
Going through all of this, what did you learn?
Thinking on all relationships, what could you learn?
For one thing, try not to ever experience heartbreak.
If you do then there could be disaster.
And could bring lots of pain from some lovely witch.
And believe me, this you don't want to experience.
You will just find more witches and keep on running.
When you leave a witch keep on running.
And never slow down son, this lesson learn.
Because between the two of you, she has more experience.
And can cause you much more pain and heartbreak.
After all, she has the powers of a lovely witch.
And if she uses them, beware of disaster.
Remember multiples can be disaster.
They will keep you tired and running.
Especially when there's more than one witch.
And oh how she wants to use you, so learn!
This can leave you lonely and with heartbreak.
Only she can benefit from this experience.
So, let me tell you about my experience.
In my life, more than once, there was total disaster.
There was pain, sorrow, and yes, heartbreak.
Women kept me on the ball and running.
Do you think that I heeded advise and would learn?
Absolutely not! What fun is that when you play with a witch?
Experience may keep you from running.
Disaster could help you to learn.
HEARTBREAK IS DEFINITELY...having more than one lovely witch!!!!!
Sweet dreams producing Ice Cream underneath satisfying sheets, seeing you through the eye's of my mind I can pull you inside me. This Love Matrix, flexible Love Jones, happy faces and vertical joy rides, oh me... oh my! You feel so good inside my mind. Hands clinched, sweat pouring, uncontrollable multiples, walls squeezing you like a hug, voices ( RINGING OUT LIKE THUNDER!!!). Beautiful death take me now so I may awaken to the rising of the sun slightly! Purples Skies... Candles still glowing on our brown skin, I can't tell where yours begin and I can't tell where mines end. New day trickery and he's asleep! My mouthy retreat to be an alarm clock, wetter then Lake Michigan. Every lick skillfully teasing, now latched on, time for the pleasing.
Look at me as I feed! power in my skills, stiffness in his magic stick, I'm going deeper aiming for thirst quenching elixir. Wait... hold your escape, new route I want to taste. Straddling your anaconda instantly my levy breaks, sweet milk all over the place! You say in dominance who said that you could release now my demand is for you to clean this up, and in submission I am eager to love his lust, as he watches me I am eager to make him BUST! Quickly turning me out, under AND over, but I like it from behind where the claps from the slaps lie, blowing my mind. I feel like an ovation, clap clap clap, erotic potion stirring, work that that that! Explosive Like TNT... Squirting hot like lava making you put a hurting on me!
Long back strokes like an Olympic swimmer wanting a gold medal and retire! Unbelievable enough I take you higher wanting every drip drop til it's gone. Yet the sensitivity in you got me feeling like the head beauty in the beast that I am! Inside me... these dreams got me feeling like a freak, must change the sheets.... now back to reality shaken from a dream!
Sowing-and-reaping’s rule is pure,
Whatever you give you’ll procure,
When you sow evil, it comes back in folds to you,
And if it’s good, you’ll have it in multiples too,
Each time you give a soul hope,
It appears when you’re on the ropes,
And when you pull a folk down,
You’ll meet defeat on your way uptown,
What you give out is coming; it’s heaping,
That is the law of “sowing and reaping”.