Best Protractor Poems
And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.
Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.
Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.
So they can welcome me with open arms.
Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.
They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.
Yes!
This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.
Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.
But, I could never fit in.
For I am neither positive
nor negative
about their (cult) ural ways.
Timing would always be off.
An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…
They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.
For they’ll just calculate,
deduce,
my sum with rusty protractor.
This Zero, into a fraction...
© Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
protractor, art, computer-internet, fantasy, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched the little fellers hunched over with their over-loaded packs.
'Tis a wonder the little dudes don't develop a twitch in their sacroiliacs!
I wore overalls and shoes that I was told by Mom I'd better not scuff!
Nowadays, kids are sportin' Rebok shoes and all kinds of fancy stuff!
If they don't have the latest and greatest, they're bound to pitch a snit!
Appearances mean everything even to kindergartners, on the face of it!
To begin school in days of yore, I was required to supply a pot of glue,
Couple of No. 2 pencils with erasers, ruler, ink and a ruled pad or two.
Wrapped in a newspaper for lunch, a baloney sandwich and apple for a snack.
When my grandkids showed me their list of supplies, I nearly had a cardiac!
Included were - a backpack, Rigatoni noodles, crayons and composition books,
A cell phone, calculator, protractor and for reading, one of those fancy Nooks,
Facial tissues, scissors, a ruler, colored pencils, pencil sharpener and erasers,
Elmers glue, Ziploc bags, a ream of paper and plastic dividers to use as spacers!
One change of clothes in case of accident to include underwear, pants and socks,
Disinfectin' wipes, three-ring binders and a padlock for individual locker locks!
I am caused to pause and ponder how we "oldies" got a solid education,
Sans all the geegaws and fancy frills that are now required for graduation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
protractor, funny, school, school, school,
Form:
Rhyme
enter
delete
only to remember
humbleness and humility
and the enigma of the motivation
and the direction of the action
the swing of the involuntary till it becomes voluntary
the taming of temptation
the civilization
the question of elevation and degradation
and the arrogance of shallow sophistication
the enlightment of deep simplification
it's the magic of the 360°
it's the taboo of trinity
threes, bees, and degrees.... did you get the metaphor eternity and trees
glossy tasting like sour cheese.....in the GMO trust that olfactory
you be to be
there's a missing factor why do you thing they wander with their protractor
enthroned is the distractor, he's the x factor conquering the e factor
so he brought the wonders of the fifth element
building the kingdom of the hologram for the new man, a kingdom of nothing, wonder if he fail or will he implement
they're for the constellation blue tent
woe to those who surrendered body and soul only to earn a bent rent
the dream is waking
the eyes are sleeping
Tamer Hossam
Categories:
protractor, beautiful, blue, confidence, deep,
Form:
Free verse
“For I have seen you from far places
Shinning in bold light because you are made
Of Copper and tellurium; CuTe,
You are like the transition metals
You display love of many colours,
You are the sunshine that speeds up the release of
Oxygen I breathe in gears of photosynthesis,
How cute?
Periodic table of my love,
May we physically bond?
And be like the ionic bond
To display our love like graphs on the Cartesian plane
May our love be hard to fuse like
Like ions with the intra-molecular forces of attraction
Be like an equal sign,
And you call me “Lo” and I’ll call you “Ve”
So we can produce a product called LOVE when we fuse?
Damsel you are like a sensory neurone to me,
You act like an enzyme on my happiness,
You duplicate my happiness to its level best,
You become a protractor when I’m down there,
My oxygen,
My love gene,
My star akin
That shines my goal scene
How?
You become a kinetic energy
When I’m drowned by poverty
Caused by long struggle of loneliness,
My love,
My heart,
You are the love in the oxygenated blood
That enters my double pump
Through the pulmonary vein,
You are like a scientific calculator that smoothens
My number struggle,
May I say?
May I play with you like letters of algebra?
May I be the gradient in that steep slope
That will take us to the home of our love?
I mean the periodic table of our need
Let’s heed through like a linear sequence
And be like…
Periodic table of my love.
Let’s make love and shine like crystals obtained
After crystallisation,
Accelerate uniformly like a pair of ethanol as it slangs
Between bonds of chlorophyll,
Let’s chill and make our love our quadratic homework,
So you will tell me when I’m wrong like when it reads Error 1,
2 or 3,
My periodic table of love,
I want to watch your curves that reminds me of the brackets in
Mathematics,
Touch your majestic body that makes me to cry when I’m about
To slice an onion,
May our love be like the mitochondrion?
May you be my nucleus?
And guide me like equations of motion,
Drive my innocent mind into your bosom akin to
That of an angel,
Periodic table of my love,
Be my love,
Be my time,
Be my tickler,
Be my world,
Be the periodic table of my love.”
Categories:
protractor, africa, art, love, ,
Form:
Ballad
Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.
It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep those numbers all in line,
as if any one could give dissuasions.
With exponent passion you draw me in,
a mathematician first, then a teacher.
Each number's a friend, a neighbor, a kin.
Each student is a math-munching creature.
You couple denominators, strong and alike,
a prismic marriage of commonality,
then suddenly you divide them like
a Shakespearean tragedy.
Then you flip-flop like common weather,
and in a calm numerical tangent,
you bring those digits back together
like a quadrilateral sonnet.
Your rhombus eyes, like tigers animate
when you say the word "perpendicular."
Could you say you'd ask me for a date,
anywhere logarithmic, but I'm not particular.
Take me away on a coordinate plane,
parallel to a median integer
with stem-and-leaf plot as the terrain,
and a commutative property perimeter.
I can offer admiration and a laugh,
just teach me how to use a protractor.
Of all the variables on a bar graph,
we are the greatest common factor.
Categories:
protractor, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
love lies on the side hypotenuse
from where that right angle is
often love's functions seem abstruse
lost at ocean's bottom with Atlantis
yet complementary, our numbers add up
by degrees are ninety, true and square
feelings pour right to the loving cup
opposites and adjacents uncommonly rare
looking at all the angles to triangulate
and compute toward infinity's revered
will the points be cartesian for this mate
do measured dimensions seem a bit weird
what of the other points on the line
of our lives, that we traverse insistently
do they see us as converging just fine
heartfully crossing space with felicity
cons and pros measured on protractor
terms balancing both sides of the equal
trying not to drop any important factors
will it be originally good as the sequel
the mosaics of the world pieced together
to form colorfully muted sharper vision
complacent or attentive to futures whatever
it'll be angled and trigged with precision
© Goode Guy 2011-12-16
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trigonometry
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/abstruse
there are three sides to any point, what's right, what's left, and the rest.
Categories:
protractor, devotion, love, science,
Form:
Quatrain
Wonder into the woods with ax in hand
Take care to be on time when you arrive
The forest is dark. It slumbers. Don't be alarmed
Bring an umbrella in case it rains
Rotted fallen lumber is benign. It does not harm
Never chop the big trees down at dawn
Take a canteen to a source of water
A polluted river will do just fine
With tiny creatures like parasites residing
They won't care. They need you. They want you there
Cause evocative events to occur
Tell untold stories
Let them evolve like mushrooms in the forest dark
Don't speak. The trees are listening
Capture ideas then let them go
Over canopies, mysteries and paranoia
Take one step at a time in cadence with the katydid
Noise is the awakening...WARNING: Don't walk with katydids
Crawl under rocks to sleep, to calm your nerves
They have no where else to go. They fizzle out
Go forward at first light, not in circles though
Straight is better, I guess, when looking for success
Ponder strategies to defeat the foe
It has eleven fingers and no soul
Poison claws and jagged teeth, there to meet you
Storm the monster with your hands and feet
Surprise it with some candy treats
Bite off its ear as a distraction
Run faster for a chance to leave disaster
Estimate your chances for survival
Calculus is great to plot escape
Always use a protractor when confused
To measure the obtuse
Don't make mistakes. Don't rain. That's for nature
Don't go insane. Leave the forest the same way that you came
Categories:
protractor, adventure, crazy, creation, education,
Form:
Didactic
Announcer: " Now he wipes the sweat from his brow,
for it has all come down to now!"
Will the catcher put down the one?
A blazing fastball to defy Newton
and ascend like an aspirin in flight?
Will the catcher put down the two?
A rainbow curve ball to snap across
like a bleached protractor on a breeze?
Will the catcher put down the three?
and invoke the cunning of Bugs Bunny
as its' seams sputter and stall in mid-flight?
Announcer: " He shakes his head once.
He will be hero and dunce.
He rocks back, compact and low
and now he uncurls, and lets it... Go!"
Categories:
protractor, sports
Form:
Sometimes I think that days and moments
feelings and emotions should be linear
add them up in neat columns
clear solutions
But most days
i do not know the formula
to use or how to frame the equation
that shows me the way to your heart
Geometric shapes of light, angles with edges
lines intersecting and
rays diverging--obtuse, acute
often on the edge
of degree
of emotion
of passion
The digital protractor of my soul
honed to measure sharp edges
built in horizontal spirit levels
precise
yet not
I know well the shapes of your shadow
the light from your smile and the
warmth of your embrace
but your Cartesian coordinates baffle me
I can not find the quadrant or the axis
Bring me back to the sums of children
where love adds up and your heart
aligns with mine
Categories:
protractor, introspection, love, pets, me,
Form:
Free verse
...or Jack be walking funny for a while...
Jack was nimble,
And Jack was quick,
But he miscalculated
That candlestick.
It was skinny and tall,
He was thick and quite small.
When he lit,
It was with an undignified bump,
With a blister
The size of his fist on his rump.
Then a notion occurred
To this game little actor,
Before he tries it again,
Jack will use a protractor.
Categories:
protractor, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Slovak Widow On 59th Street
Chicago, South Side
She’s 84
and when she stands,
everybody hears the chiropractic crack
of eon bones
and everybody tries so hard
not to look
that half second when
the chamois’s taut
across protractor features.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
protractor, people
Form:
Free verse
Here are my Horn Chiropractor
Haiku Poems in a 5-7-5 format.
surely would be great
while walking should stand up straight
to do educate
up straight way we stood
be able to and we could
way we always should
my chiropractor
a straight body enactor
like a protractor
had been disgusted
body broken and busted
so was adjusted
what we should select
chiropractor who is correct
best one did detect
my body was bent
Chiropractor had a hint
walk crooked prevent
they should integrate
best way body situate
then must consummate
Categories:
protractor, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Brexit Sonnet No. 38
‘Political Incline’
Our ingrained political geometry has not changed,
It's always been three sides with rightish angle.
Political incline set by side size range,
Now at max, as even sides do wrangle.
Our sides, no number three and four we find,
Or even count at twelve opposing five.
If t’were, politics could be less inclined
To slip down slope, in Brexit’s mud to dive.
It matters not how acute our shape is moulded,
It matters not if sides don’t square together.
It matters only that angles, when unfolded,
Are enough for U-Turn in Brexit’s hated tether.
So flourish your protractor, be obtuse,
And put Pythagoras to really useful use.
©Keith Murphy
Categories:
protractor, political,
Form:
Sonnet
I Know A Place
I know a place in the rural sector,
close to the bye-pass connector.
five fulvous furrowed fields, each one hectare
measured accurate with tape-protractor,
owned by peasant of rustic character.
Wild weeds yield tiny blooms with sweet nectar.
Dawn dews on grass shine in Sun’s projector.
Happy grasshopper hops : Vibrant vector.
Sparrows- Sterlings chirping : Frolic factor.
Farmer feels free to drive modern tractor.
Ripen crops are taken by collector.
Farmer is developing agriculture on devotion.
He uses the modern system of drip irrigation.
Water wastage arrested on least water consumption.
I know a place where runs ideal cultivation
honouring utmost Nature’s contribution.
05/23/23
Title chosen ‘ I know a place.’
This or That Vol. 18
Contest by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
protractor, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
O! wandering child how far would you go?
how lost would you be found,?
Into the caves of nature extravaganza
No brother to keep you, no mother to wean you
no guardian to hood until you stumble into
The pit of random jamboree.
Like the cotton wool you wave
From nooks to crannies
And the wind is your transport
When it blows, you go
from Kilimanjaro to olumo rock
from California to Mauritania.
Rumble no more my dear,
to stumble no further
to be drunken in your misery.
your protractor is found
your compass is located
and navigation is activated.
So gather your experiences
endeavors & sail home
Turn home & you will be greeted
By mother repentance
Open hands
Categories:
protractor, bible, character, courage, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse