Long Division Poems
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Numbers Subtract At Dawn
(4 & 6 Take Sides)
Number 4 and 6 are safe for the moment basking in their wholeness
In a sun, on their side, as they stand holy in the light
Erect, gesturing, complete, as numbers should be
Enemies destroyed most digits starting with the perfect ones
Calling them irrelevant, having them erased, having them removed
Fractions diminish, section by section, cut off from equals
Fratricide is common among numerators and denominators
Fighting to be on top
Major math, primary numbers, stand alone
To figure out the calculus of it all
Zero explains much, holds integers as “whole”, as accountable, in contempt
Real numbers hate them for their size, exposed parts, being divisive
(Division is a crime)
5 does everything in its power to become the number to its left or right
It calls them neighbors
4 and 6 will have nothing to do with it
They call 5 a “numeric perversion”
4 will always be 4. 6 will always be 6
They both want 5 to leave the country quickly (at once)
All numbers should be reduced by day break
They will comply and murmur down
Subtraction takes place at dawn
Where the countdown begins at once
Starting with the number one
4 & 6 take sides but don’t change
Nothing else remains
Channel six says its this
Channel seven says its that
The times says its left
The post says its right
Democrats claim they know
Republicans claim it aint so
The internet supports anyone's case
The church feckless in illuminating light
Popular culture seduces mankind
Its influence grows as technology expands
The Devil being the great deceiver
His power grows with division fever
Satan holds sway over worldly ways
Deceiving man his power play
Jesus claimed he was the way and the truth
Seek the truth and you shall find it
Resist the deceiver and he will flee
Seek the truth so you might see
I have seen
his face
in New York City.
I have heard
his voice
in Europe.
He speaks
of love.
Yet practices
division.
He speaks
of human rights.
Yet strips others
of their humanity.
He speaks
of peace.
Yet profits
from war.
He sends armies.
He sends weapons.
And calls it
freedom.
He forces
democracy
upon others.
Yet rules
through fear,
power,
and obedience.
He pretends
to be a thinker.
Yet borrows
the wisdom
of others
and calls it
his own.
He speaks
of spirituality.
Yet worships
power.
Morning and night.
He preaches
virtue.
Yet walks
with hypocrisy.
His words
shine like gold.
But his deeds
cast shadows.
Then I walked
through the streets
of America.
And there
I met him again.
Smiling.
Confident
Speaking
with a forked tongue.
Promising hope.
Selling illusion.
Some say,
he will change.
But history
whispers otherwise.
For the devil
has always worn
many faces.
And the greatest trick
is not deception.
It is convincing
the world
that deception
is truth.
The devil
is a liar.
And sometimes
he walks
among us
wearing the mask
of virtue.
pioneer esprit de corps front tier brisk.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Open arms and clenched raised fists raise
masquerade diametrically opposed to rodomontade sways
spewing threatening sacred constitution
expounding vaunted values déclassé 1968 degreed phase
Wharton alumni now on warpath to raze
via his bull dozing wreaks havoc on coven daze
ruining complex edifice
usurped storied super power craze
thru humiliation, liquidation of dredging bays
* * * * * * * * * * * *
and justification (viewed thru his warped vision)
scotching inalienable rights reducing to rubble bedrock division
with remainder of flinty stones,
and unlovely bones a wasteland fission
absent without a trace any evidence of Halcyon days,
which abomination, decimation, and gangrenous lesion
joie de vivre, when martial law decree deep incision
heil come rolled up (frightfully with egregious decision.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
the venomous, tenebrous, and rancorous white house
Head honcho viz prez) inside checkered hookahs lighting
one end per slow burn as hoary smoke emanates
in shape of Taj Mahal, then harmless as Mickey mouse
he iz well singed, seared, and scalded like a cook grouse
(yet of course still alive) sent to further douse
him into initiation righting tis basic human coup laid louse.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Acid test whereby he will be sold to Vladimir Putin for bunk
her hilled feather bedding rubles on the dollar, where clunk
key interim held up by cadre of well comb pence dunk
key Kong sated marionettes, which will carry fleshy lunk
dirty deeds done dirt cheap of this unmentionable monk
key villainous uber trumpeter, scabrous, recalcitrant querulous punk!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
keep your finger and toes crossed for the next four years
aware that such laughable ruse and superstitious scares
not one impish bot of fate, but more so gives false cheers.
Form:
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
Expectation one: stop expecting anything, because what you want, they will rarely be.
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
As a child of an addict, you may fear that their addiction is tradition, that one day you will be in that position.
Fear not! The cards have not been dealt, I know how you have felt, running from that rust belt to be free, away with your lock to find a key.
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
As a child of an addict, you must have more ambition, hold onto a goal and set off on a mission.
Seizing control of your future, yet wondering: is this all I’ll ever be? A compilation of all my tragedy. Will they ever truly see what I was meant to be, simply me?
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
As a child of an addict, we do not wonder when we will see our parent, but if the price of their condition has demanded submission as its tuition.
If— when that phone rings, will they have finally paid the fee?
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
You cannot waste your life waiting for someone else to pay a debt yet due, so you move through and forward to your transition.
Flee the debris of their memory without a final decree while you hope their condition doesn’t affect your mission to be free.
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
You have entered the world alone, working with hyper vigilance and absolute precision.
Working toward a life time guarantee that you are your life’s grantee.
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
As a baseball fan in the Windy City,
one had to tolerate a lot of mediocrity.
If you followed the Cubs, you deserved a lot of pity.
What kind of baseball team were the Chicago Cubs?
Each season was a continuation of hapless flubs.
Yes, they have had a history that is not too great.
They had not won a World Series since 1908.
Since then, not one season victory would the team yield
as they played their home games at Wrigley Field.
This year, there was an end to the stormy weather.
The team finally got their entire act together.
During the baseball season of 2016,
hitting, pitching, and defense looked pretty keen.
These boys played together like a well-oiled machine.
The Cubs finished first in the Central Division.
In the National League, they defeated their playoff opposition.
Although it took them to a seventh game,
the Cubs put the Cleveland Indians to shame.
Yes, this year, the Cubs finally won it all.
They are the World Series champions of baseball.
The war is not over
Then mentors of wars
Still live In the hearts
Of a gunman
Whose passion was thought
To feel the blood of his
Unknown enemies
Within and abroad his country
He believes the world
Own him a revenge
Cos of the lies he was feed with
Education to hate from a tender age
Is a bank of a future war
And is so sad till now
The seeds of hatred
Lives in alot of people
The war is not over
So many hates a place
They never been
Just cos of misinformation
So many hates people they
Never seen
Cos of the media
So many believe in unseen
Enemies cos there politicians
Preaches a certain hatred
About a place they also never
Truly know
You can see the war starts
From the mind
Yes so many minds
Are full hatred
The war is not over
The humans of the world
Are divided
We are yet to learn how
To live together
I wonder how possible
Is this
Cos we have gone too far
In division
We are divided beyond
Unity
Is so hard to call back
The humans race to order
Cos inside their hearts and mind
The war is not over
Hi! My name is Mr. Green
I'm sure you've heard of me... I get around
I just can't go anywhere without being seen
You know, it's amazing how people flock to me
Sometimes I feel like a movie star, people reachin'
and grabbin' just to get a piece of the "G"
Wow! I'd just always thought I was cool, supportive, Lil "G"
But folks out here trying to make me a celebrity
Man! Oh, Man! How did I become the spectacle of
so much confusion—the lies, secrets, greed, violence, and hate
Oftentimes, I feel as if I put the "D" in dissension
I'm down for collaborative and productive work
But I'm allergic to hate, division, and hurt
I mean... caring is sharing, right?
But why do people get at me and hold on so tight?
Seriously, folks will rob, cheat, steal and kill
Brother, sister, father, mother, cousin, friend... I'm for real
I'm made of wood and ink, that's all
My composition is simple and minute
But still, I'm the chief cause of many people's fall
As a kid I saw adults live for the booze,
as though it must be done,
not a freedom you choose.
Socialise with alcohol,
all will reach a good mood,
and I found it funny as the drink made them rude.
Everything seemed to end with a drink or two,
All through my youth it's what all adults do,
So as I reached adulthood, I did it too,
I did it because it was something I knew.
I thought social events had drink at their roots,
everyone drinks 'til they don't give a hoot,
then you can behave any which way that suits,
as a kid I saw jokes, as an adult fruit loops.
Drinking evoked a silliness in those blokes,
As they were adults I believed they could cope,
But when I grew up I saw backs to the ropes,
Adult heavy drinkers are emotionally broke.
But drink was apparent in their parents so they parrot,
none think it apparent the experience brings havoc,
as they add drugs, to their drinks, intoxication kills panic,
repeating the act,
now addicted through habit.
What we saw as a kid,
Is what we then do,
it loops around
and ends tragic,
It's all that we knew.
Take our mental health, And repeatedly stab it,
We should change what kids see as the way of the adult,
And hopefully they wont take their life as a result!
The suicides I have known come from what we were taught.
You have to be sober when life becomes difficult,
cause you'll handle your emotions helped by clear thought,
we must learn and not teach our kids the same fault.
*We shouldn't teach kids racism, sexism, drug dependency or alcoholism,
when we know from experience all these things cause division.
This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.