Best Numeral Poems
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
Ghetto me be a bleating poor refugee,
albeit I’m Goshen rich in faith
Got a manger stall in the USA,
Pilate shepherd of the Cesarian peace
Time stamped stillborn delivery
tis iron Roman numeral four C
Furnace cast existence: bane brand bound
Babylonian condition, a marketplace sound
Fleeced heritage ... sob separated,
I am just the latest stolen cargo generation
being cerulean cloth asphyxiated
By legion overseers of an ungrateful nation
These pyramid gnash, link bled bones
twas being Pharaoh oppressed: Prey worked to death
in a Memphis factory plantation owned
Where noxious hate suffocate poverty-cuffed breath
Be daily double tasked in a graveyard shift
Those pale hearts so addicted
to the golden flask, err tilted
Drunk on power, they cull with a siren sift
O miry, downtrodden me ...
temporally chained to this wavy treachery
Verily, a wretched place for a black sheep —
such cotton weary misery!
So after four centuries of Cain deluge,
I do still tearfully seek
A rainbow ark sacred place of refuge
promised to the meek
Time
Time, like age, just an ordered number, not ordained
Place marker in human chronicles of sunrise and sunset plains –
Book mark for seasons and blue moon tides
Flags the divisions between light and darkness
In twilight and dawning,
Powerless to stop Orion from appearing – the Southern Cross ascend,
Blocked from sneaking into infinity or the soul
At one with an eternal childhood escaping age,
No breaking in to steal the elliptical vitality of gifts
Or untarnished giftedness
Seen and begotten in full view before the abyss -
Locked out of the continuum of eternal light
Sun, moon and fiery orbs absent source of birthright
Beyond the vortex speed of light;
Soul living in the presence of the perfect circle -
No beginning and no end for grace -
Past the hands of manmade divisions circling on a numeral face
Not hearing rhythmic ticking rhythms – echoes lost in perpetuity –
Where time and seasons, blue moons only watch
Like forgotten keepsakes
Time, like age, just an ordered number, not ordained.
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As a child, he outlasted the nine-month process and lasted ten months within his mother's womb. Ten months inside made him different than us.
A child who was classified with brilliant mathematical skills.
Skills which are widely used by many others within our daily lives.
Life comes within numeral equations just as Albert explained within his theory with numbers.
Numbers are so common no one knows why
Perhaps If we all study it carefully, we'll know why
Every mathematical number has its explanation
finding an answer to every solution or problem
Maybe then we will know why.
Mathematics has many languages using alphabets and numbers
No one yet knows how mathematics came to be.
Only Einstein studied every possible solution; No one knows why.
Maybe with a team of mathematical geniuses, we can find out why.
They study harder than others, and we all know why.
They research to find answers and solutions to problems unanswered.
They ideal question is what is the mathematical answer.
Can you tell me how it came to be?
Do you know why Albert Einstein became such a brilliant man?
Maybe then we will all know
How and why math became to be!
Can you please tell me why math frustrates me?
Math frustrates me dearly, does it frustrate you as well?
Finding answers to solutions irritates me.
When A equals B What is the answer can you please tell me?
It's complicated to me.
Math is a numeral language difficult to understand.
Only mathematical geniuses know that numeral language
They can surely find out the answer for me.
Maybe the solution is somewhere within the problem.
Perhaps a mathematical genius can find it for me.
A calculator will not make it easier for me
Maybe an abacus can solve the problem for me.
Then I'll know the answer to the problem, because-
it would be less complicated for me.
Math is a figurative language too difficult to solve.
Only a genius can solve it for me.
Albert Einstein wrote it for me to see
Maybe another math genius can answer it for me.
‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’
Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994)
“What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....”
Words are a big pile of contradiction—split down the middle, sincerity and fiction
Feelings we have, sarcastic rebuttals—bohemian clichés exhausted and shuffled
Finding my nest of salt—every word an imperfection, fault, defected assault
Translated opinions an obvious search—proof of intelligence wasted besmirch
“I’m not like them, but I could pretend—the sun is gone but I have a light...”
An infrared light will stimulate the sun in winter—when darkness comes everything splinters
Infinity does not exist mathematics is based on ten—numeral variations create a retrogressive pen
To be forever positive ignores all that represents significance, value sanctified
To be ceaselessly negative threatens derision creating instant credibility nullified
“I wish I was like you-- easily amused... I’ll take all the blame... Aqua sea-foam shame...”
Talk to your friends, they will offer you lists--- remedies already tried, they don’t exist
Translated opinions are apparent attempts investigating proof of intelligence
Abusive, obscure descriptive words—a desperate expression, sincere but seldom heard
We stare at the sky with petrified vision—clouded images of a purple collision
Sunburn, frostbite, prevailing bronze star-- noteworthy disfigurement scar
All in all is all we are.....
Here's an ode I preserved for you in a poetically postured pose,
Particularly by my peculiarity of winding words with such prose.
Avail to the thesauri, and lexically thy dexterity shall enhance,
And uncover the meaning within this poem if you chance.
If ye choose to not peruse the prose within this poesy parlance,
A song I'll sing, a portrait I'll paint, or perhaps a jig I'll gaily dance.
Hither reader! Why not absolve thyself from an abstrusely crafted code?
For I warn that tedium and pomp onomasticon from thus unload.
If ye choose to peruse the prose within my cryptic poem,
Mind my method of muddling words to enclose what you must open.
Acquiesce a cumpulsory capacity for cryptology,
To bring from beneath what brews within this jambalaya of symbology.
First you must learn what it means for words to be encrypted,
A simple use of the alphabet on which the letters in words are shifted.
Give each letter from A to Z a number; one to twenty-six:
A mathematical use of Roman numeral, an ancient coding trick.
Now write a sentence, plain words: plaintext,
Try it now to learn what's next.
The letter within a name, such as Aileen,
Read: one, nine, twelve, five, five, fourteen.
Pick a word: a key you use to change,
The name Aileen to something strange.
Now you must learn what it means for words to be decrypted,
An ambitious mode to decode a code that an encryption has restricted.
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
Elemental dissonance
Poly-plated string guess
Depressive spine edge
Identity description cubed
Waterfalls negative score
Abyssal language drops
Hole numeral planification
Horizontal ship oval dust
Sea’s sloped gravitational
Octagon growth
Lack of facts and matter
Undertone course kaleidoscope
Particular perimeter blast
Empty can tomatoes
Protostar geometric syndrome
Indifferent neurotransmission
Necrotic wavelength voice
Breakfast experience lost
[Stone…stone…stone…stone…]
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
I’m a string of byte notations
From your CPU
Calculating information
In a blink of an eye, for you
I pull in at the station
On your motherboard
To catch a system bus
CAD, is what it’s called
There's three routes I can take
Control, address or data
Depending on the freight
It arrives a nano later
Two more important parts
On this PC station
Are the (GPU), graphics card
And memory modulation
The RAM is where I store
Temporary numeral data
To complete a task for sure
For you sometime later
The graphics processor unit
Is the place of acceleration
Sending pictures to your screen
In 3D Animation
There’s a special kind of storage place
Which is called, a hard drive
Keeping window’s very safe
Where your programmes hide inside
Now, I can make a programme
But that’s different thing
If you want to learn the basics
Just type a simple string
For those that don’t yet understand
I use a binary code
From the central processor
I then take it and load
So next time you turn me on
Just think and be-aware
I work a lot, like you my friend
And I’m here to store and share
© Copyright 19th August 2013
K.C.Leake
(There's a thirteenth 'zodiacal' constellation, Ophiucus, The Serpent Wrestler/Holder, or the "Twelth Symbol," as here used. In some ancient cultures, serpents were revered as feminine symbols of rebirth/healing, and bees as symbols of wisdom, while Roman catholicism considered coffee to be the "wine of infidels" until the 15th. century. Historically, Ophiucus may never have been used in astrology, though it is the house between Scorpio and Sagittarius in a astrological system purportedly developed in the mid-1900's, making Sagittarius the thirteenth sign in such a system - thus in this poem, "the Twelth Symbol" was "usurped by what used to be the thirteenth". Of course, "Good Ol' Triple Six" and other numerical variations thereof in this work refer to 666, the mythological number of the Anti-christ.)
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I want a jeezus, unsweetened, decaffeinated, no additives -
- certainly no booze or needle tracks -
because I want a trim, uptight jeezus, totally pure and constipated
to pimp for the face-down with the Great-to-the-nth Numeral-Triplet,
because the descendant number of my measureless time
is a Trinity of the fourth primes-of-eighteen (no xeroxing
needed!)...
... my godpappy, William Blake, gone loony out of his goddam mind
over visions of seraphim and angels,
slapping the jaggedly unholy rhythm of a bawdy tune on my new-born
butt
while in drag he baptizes y'hweh in drag...
... and I want you to know
that my razor isn't my father's
road-hog...
... smoothin' along, instead of Jacko Kerowacko in my briefs, just
the road of excess still somewhere on the map,
while the bottom line is
that it's all as cheap as a Walmart `ho, though why not plumb the
sacred profanity
of All Animalism in the ditch just along that road
instead of blasphemating in a line way too long at The Mart?
"Can't wait, dude, gotta' get my *jive, here and now, `cause the
marquee says", `Drive-by Lyrics Smack-Down Between Marilyn Manson
And Good Ol' Triple-Six' '', farting rhythms and rhymes
from all orifices of His five-and-a-half shooter off His uncouth
butt -
(continued in Part 2)
The Hurricane was Harvey
By Franklin Price
8/31/2017
The hurricane was Harvey, what an unassuming name
Left the western Yucatan. across the Gulf he came
Building up his power to a category four
Slammed into the Texas coast with wind, and rain, and more
Coming into Rockport with winds one thirty some
Evacuate or hunker down, to damage he has come
He leveled many buildings, and shut the power down
He sent his rains to Houston, to sit there and to pound
Houston, a large city, fourth largest in the land
Rained so hard, in hours, was no dry place to stand
Rained a record fifty inches, that's the Roman numeral L
Overflowed the bayous, made life a living hell
Few had evacuated, of six million people plus
Would have been impossible, a traffic jamming fuss
Bumper to bumper everywhere with auto, truck and bus
Would even make the best of us, wring our hands and cuss
The water rose, it did not stop, covered roads from fork to fork
More area than the cities of Chicago and New York
No one quite expected Harvey to sit and pour
Until the first floors flooded and headed for the second floor
Water, many places, flowing fast and overhead
Rescue workers needed or thousands would be dead
Boats and trucks and copters came to do the work
Reminiscent of the rescue, of the soldiers, at Dunkirk
The heroes came from everywhere, left their families and friends
To risk their lives for others, and the rescuing begins
Hour after hour, from rooftops, trees and cars
Stranded ones were rescued by strangers from afar
The Cajun Navy from Louisian, the governor called the guard
Florida sent their Fish and Game, rescuing long and hard
Soon more than thirty thousand were brought to drier land
Rescuers so exhausted that they could hardly stand
Still they kept on going on helping all of those in need
And took them to the shelters where they could sleep and feed
Some died in the effort, not all in need were found
Some rescuers gave their all, and no longer are around
This is what life is all about, the way that it should fall
We should respond to others' needs, for the better good of all
Think about your fellow man, in all you do and say,
Don't be the Harvey victim, be the rescuer today.
Weaves a web of deceit/
round those that she meets/
you can never be free/
consumed with the she/
Trying to resist/
your heart she has missed/
devouring your soul/
she'll swallow you whole/
Her creeping got you stressed/
your wanderin whats next/
her shady demeanour/
you say you don't need her/
But it's all in her gameplan/
to take such a sane man/
she's a homewrecker/
don't even check her/
Calling your phone/
when your womans at home/
making you stay/
when you should get away/
She's a next level temptress/
flaunting her black dress/
she's out for herself though/
not good for your health so/
Leave her alone/
cos you don't even know/
to her you're just a numeral/
but i guess it's your funeral/
What a great day here do I behold!
Twelve-Twelve-Twelve
An unusual day of a lifetime accuracy
With significant multiples of twelve
A purposed twelve numeral by God
Twelve sons of Jacob,
Twelve tribes of Israel,
Twelve apostles of the lamb
This accurate day never was witnessed
Will I see thee again?
Till sepulcher sleep thou art gone forever.
never can thou add to it a bit.
Clock keeps calculating day and night
Twelve ampersand twelve equals twenty-four
The response is “thy days are numbered”
And my heart saw God’s law.
Like the wisest richest king Solomon
The foolish one keeps chasing the wind
Why then had I become wise?
Sepulcher sleep at hand
I don't have a lucky number
don't have a lucky charm
don't wear any special metals
to keep me safe from harm
I don't carry a four leaf clover
I could never find one
don't say any special prayers
when the new day has begun
if I had a lucky number
that numeral would be two
three is just a crowd
if there's more than me and you