Factoring Poems | Examples

Fulcrum

I used to live my life
by planning every step
factoring in every contingency 
like a sales pitch for a Life Insurance policy.
I flipped the coin and it landed on its edge.

The Blooming Block

Sitting on the block of the day
Looking into amethyst abyss 
No longer seen as hunter or prey
Disenfranchised like blue cold kiss

Watching the animals fight their wars
Knowing some win some lose
Feeling the wrath of attention whores
Singing their hill street blues

On the block of irrelevant images 
Whatever the dress of the time
Homeless roaming toward suttle scrimmages 
For resources of food courses limited line

Lemon love served in a soul bowl 
From churches so big from no taxes
The church like homeless grow
Seem to me there’s no homeless factoring

We can pay for sports arenas sure
And ship athletes around the world
Leaving disenfranchised potential pure
Of the unhoused blue boys green girls

Sitting on my writer’s block
Not pretending to know wisdoms hacks
Really disenchanted with it all
Maybe my pen can bring me back to black

Factoring

There’s a feeling called
the drifting force
that makes you want
to shift your course
and find a better vector
on boring study nights.

They’re so many things
a girl starts missing,
like hugging, dancing
and oh, yes kissing,
when she lets a dry syllabus
control her life.

After several hours
of intensive reading,
your intuition is that
what you’re needing,
is something we’ll
politely call ‘delights’.

But you make the almost
painful choice
and factor out your inner voice
and you pick up yet another book
and not a boy,
because, you see - it’s really
a necessity, not a choice.

Cloudy With a Chance of Fostbite

The day’s warming up by degrees,
or that’s what the optimist sees.
With that being said,
we’re still in the red
when factoring in that stiff breeze.

True

I'll be there when family's missing
and all your children play games while kissing
the memories of minds they fought dismissing
And you long for the moment we had while listening
To tunes of our youth, of the rock gods rolling
And creatures we made in all of our trolling,
while factoring in our bedroom strolling
in lights of dark hallways, always in calling
Prostitutes laughing at small heads in darkness
we drooled at the chance to make our own mark and
hurried our way into blight and forgot that
which we held sacred and into the hard mess.

True

I'll be there when family's missing
and all your children play games while kissing
the memories of minds they fought dismissing
And you long for the moment we had while listening
To tunes of our youth, of the rock gods rolling
And creatures we made on all of our trolling,
while factoring in our bedroom strolling
in lights of dark hallways, always we were calling
Prostitutes laughing at small heads in darkness
we drooled at the chance to make our own mark and
hurried our way into blight and forgot that
which we held sacred and tossed into the furnace.

Haiku For No Reason

no cell phone service
in most of the universe
may make you nervous

original sin
where building of guilt begins
doubts start to creep in

autonomy should
not require lobotomy
only common sense

factoring our roles
finding poverty of soul
digs very deep holes

claim open season
for attacks upon reason
let's untruth sneak in

based on pure meanness
or simple inconvenience
words come between us

a haiku a day
may chase the doldrums away
no bills will they pay

Home Verse-

Herding and opening interesting horizon 
Ever invigorating
As  it has started,  it has started 
Houses come liberating 
Deep into the darkness heaves 
Releasing structures deep into the darkness 
Factoring number lengths dropped leasing
 into the memories bewitching sheltering
 turmoils
 Home verse


12/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Airing Wings

We instruct our children young, 
to unfold their wings and fly
We campaign them from the nest, 
always factoring the reasons why

Some will find a domain that’s close 
while others browse and stay in flight
We implore they all come home 
by the finish of every night

We construct our memories early, 
to draw on when we’re old
They migrate back around 
to visit and say hello

We hope they never leave, 
but some displace so far away
We maintain them in our hearts 
and there they’ll always stay

*dedicated to a special friend, whose family went back home very recently*

Time-

Time
Now, present a factoring time
Observed moments at presents time
At passages
I am present
I am past
Time is ever-present and future tense God-given time
It's time cyclical
In these times We're humanity present
Time to share, love and dream
Time to be all you can, BE...
Wherein one says that passage of a free-swinging pendulum observing number I value time 
Of all those repetitions everyday affairs of life
Remember this humanity
You may be lazy and you may kill timeOne day time gonna kill you

6/10/20
Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

My New Bride

As I lay in sleep's sweet caress,
she places a kiss on my lips.
And as her moist lips gently press;
I feel a movement in her hips.
With a playful tug, her bra slips;
and smiles instantly fill the room.
For as our sweat mingles and drips,
my new bride makes love to her groom.

Her soft, gentle hands massage me
as I rise to the occasion.
And opening my eyes; I see
that my bride needs no persuasion.
Factoring in love's equation,
we weave wishes upon hope's loom.
And on this joyous occasion,
my new bride makes love to her groom.

Dawn's first light paints the morning sky,
as the songbirds begin to sing.
And passion morphs into a sigh;
as she makes me feel like a king.
She sparkles like her wedding ring;
and smells sweet, like roses in bloom.
While we wrestle with sheets that cling,
my new bride makes love to her groom.

My hopes and dreams fledge, taking wing,
fueled by her subtle perfume.
And upon the first day of spring,
my new bride makes love to her groom.

Political Quagmire

Unquestionably, a marked reaction 
is better than withholding all action
Factoring in, of course, the distractions
created by pie-chart wielding factions

Sharing the wealth in minute fractions
while gathering corporate pie rations
without any equal sliced transactions
has become to most an awakened distraction

The laborers pie is sliced way to thin
appeased by slogans, needed votes to win
a smiling face says “Hey, things will change!
Just vote me in and I’ll help rearranged!"

When appealing to a government levy
national debt has crushed the helping Chevy
Sorry, Mr., Ms. and Mrs. American Pie,
we’ve burned the crust and the fruit is dry 

You see… humble pie is no longer served
nor meek pie for the poor, deserved
That safety pie we once all adored
now litters a congressional pie-faced floor

© Debra Squyres

A Note To My Algebra Teacher

A Note To My Algebra Teacher

By Elton Camp

I well recall what you used to say
That we’d use algebra every day

Without it, life wouldn’t be complete
For, with algebra, it would be replete

But factoring equations has yet to arise
And no quadractics, what a big surprise

Slope I haven’t yet needed to calculate
Methinks you did, somehow, misstate

To determine the value of X and Y
There hasn’t yet been reason to try

I find binomial multiplication is of no worth
To ninety-nine point nine percent on earth

A lot more honesty you should have tried
For about the value of algebra, you lied!

I think I know where you are most likely to be
May it have asbestos computers so you can see

The Advantages of Being a Dog

The Advantages of Being a Dog

By Elton Camp

A dog never worries about what to wear
For he comes equipped with a coat of hair

Most anything he finds, he’s able to eat
His digestive enzymes with germs compete

If he feels sick and then barfs up his food
He can eat it again and not be thought rude

Fido scratches himself in embarrassing places
Yet nobody seeing it makes disgusted faces

When another dog comes to visit or to stay
He can sniff its behind and that’s okay

If he impregnates some other canine
Everyone thinks that it is just fine

A mutt doesn’t have to learn to read or write
Algebra factoring will not get him in a tight

He doesn’t worry about work or paying bills
To get a sporty new car gives him no thrills

Then no matter how bad his conduct may be
At death, from any fear of hellfire he is free

A dog’s life is one of privileges so great
That many humans would like to emulate

Discourse In Filial Shift

Don’t blame me for the difference
Apart from the variance of time
There is of parentage, location
And factoring in of education

I like the counsel, and its source
Can only be agreed of as wise
My views are judged non-yielding
But first and last . . . its me

Maybe this will help
Biometrics – the id, genes, and history
Rest assured won’t betray you
Even when the thought has been I had

Give my rebellion its chance
I see it won’t end up prodigal
I am armed beyond joey and eaglet
Believe me, I am your boy, and also man

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