Computations Poems - Poems about Computations

...Mushy insides tend to harden up if all your oxygen is stopped. Allow yourself to fall, feel. All your computations are as dry as math. It’s not a sum when it’s a pair of hearts.......

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...Armies of robots parade the streets of comfort Pretend children hand them balloons that pop They too are made of metallic alloys sharp Objects have been known to burst on contact Computations a......

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..."How easy this maths exam will be, How simple the maths to be done?" You understood exactly what the teacher had taught, Had taught before the test had begun. On the board it was: ten plus two ......

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...X Marks the Spot It’s the 19th consonant, 24th letter, of the alphabet, A Teachers’ markings, for wrong answers on a test! A Greek numeral representation for, the number ten! An unnamed or unk......

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...When I was 18 When was 18, I wasn't worried about where my 21-year-old girlfriend was going to lay her head. When I was 18, my hoop dreams began to wane with the realization I was only junior v......

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...Just like the days of the old Pharisees, they who accused Jesus of heresies; She points with self-righteous indignation, yet herself, is the naked temptation. Miss High and Mighty, thinks......

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...Human being shell sleep no more, Lubits has murdered our sleep forever Right up we must get to the hard truth and not blind out the fact that our wisdom and common sense should not have been......

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...Expedience Of Blank And Block Peculiar Particles Advance Blank is observed out of context Things go faster than light As part of nature’s plan Block likes spaces that occupy the......

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...I contemplated self-mutilation amongst the company of mutations that were causing my heart starvation. This is my mind's translation, a proclamation, a deep introspective cogitation. Marriage is in a......

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...Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags Ambition injustice and itching their backs, Cunning those faces in front of the gate Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late. A fistful primary breezine......

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...Substrate channeling, now wading through cellular river Patches, by God, the sight! The sight! In-diving dream stabilizer Atrophying now in the nebula; Pilfering the idea controls; the singular va......

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