Long Exponent Poems
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She grew up in the modernity of urban culture,
fascinated by the rhythm of contemporary music,
decided to make the career of choice
as a professional pop singer.
An exponent of traditional art, her father
didn’t like the idea of his daughter straying.
So, on her eighteenth birthday he gave her a book,
“Geetanjali” (song offerings), he cherished most.
A collection of classical lyrics with central theme
resonating the serene music of devotion to God,
didn’t appeal to her youthful vibrant mind,
so, she stowed it away unread in the bookshelf.
Time didn’t treat her the way she wanted,
destiny rolled for her the unkindest dice.
Before she could cross the prime of youth,
deadly disease destroyed her sonorous voice.
As all her songs sank in the abyss of agony,
she remembered the book of song her father gave.
From its pages lyrics of solace echoed in her ears,
she lost her voice, but discovered the divine melody.
(Geetanjali (Song Offerings) is written by Rabindranath Tagore for which he received the nobel prize for literature)
May 30, 2021
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Blowers basked in causing quite an iffy stir with his devious quip & slur on a previous Ashes trip…mischievous when tasked Customs asked do you have a criminal record, Sir ?
Delicious not really malicious..the Aussies beaten by the squiffy mellow spiffy commentary don from Eton.. as he did bellow in a jiffy "why my dear old fellow..do I need one?"
The blizzards of OZ.. team and crowd are bullishly proud about how it’s not allowed for them to be kowtowed..having the fizz to do the biz in any tizz..so crass..brash and loud.. Vultures
Which is why I still enjoy how that blonde boy.. sometime fool or tool & England envoy Lord Fauntleroy (yep Gower) did annoy .. as public school cruel did rule..
Dave did wave from his Ivory Tower...mean as Jardine made them glower when asked what he thought about the cricketing war between two powers & Cultures..
Like a lush lefty skied cover drive…the plush curly exponent hard as he tried couldn't hide enjoying the moment & ride...
As a proponent of some early hurly burly.. made them smart..denied being snide but slyly wryly and dryly replied without hesitation
The baronial blondie or country squire fondly did chide and deride with his aside..
Did confide the question implied but lied that there was actually factually a plied allied Culture..
Or indeed an applied appreciation of art in this dire Colonial upstart nation & his opponents entire side..
Camera zoom...Boom - Boom shakes the room
All eyes on the prize
Rise & lies of franchise
Moolah the crueler ruler
Sparking doom and gloom
Marking Test cricket’s demise
If there is a golden ticket
Doing his bit to save it
King of swing..ping and kerching
Another out of orbit gambit
Harder to decipher than sanskrit
Sure fire hit…well it has to be Jasprit
Vortex vex…whippier…that flex…nippier
That stammer…batter’s cortex hex
Voodoo..hoodoo..hullabaloo juju
No real defects..trippier zippier
Sledge hammer..T Rex
Bumrah unravels…travels in a perverse
Parallel universe..almost tectonic
Every component…supersonic
Reverse exponent..demonic
Bucolic rollick & frolic
Bionic hypertonic
In cricket's lexicon
The bowling Don
Definition of iconic
Out of the box…runs amok..
Forever will outfox…bubonic
Deadly as smallpox
Cricket’s salvation & emancipation… tik tok sensation
No mystery how he’s making history
His gall…feats with the ball
Puts the most bums on seats
Gets them in a spin…hear
The din….gleaming…beaming grin
Watch him spar…gory glory
Top fella & stellar superstar
The death kneller...genie in the jar
Fortune & story teller…nobody on a par
Best seller…so fans near and far
Come on let’s give a massive hurrah
To the one and only…Jasprit Bumrah!
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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.
Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment
however brief, I walk along as an exponent
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
His use of English was exquisite
His vocabulary superb
He could use the mot juste
To make his thoughts reverb,
Tousled moppy hair above
A big bespectacled grin
The sort of warm personality
That could really draw folk in.
And he swore with such panache,
Such flowing verve and style
You just couldn't take offence
Just had to sit and smile.
The intensity of his delivery
Varied according to his mood,
Unaccentuated for a joke
Severe if being rude.
And his throaty little chuckle
As he looked you in the eye
Always eager and ready
To meet your reply.
A scholar and a gentleman
A wit and raconteur
A truly gifted exponent of
The art of how to swear.
We dissected many a word
Over many too many a drink
Sometimes being so drunk
We could barely think
A friendship of the past
Years later still valued
The way we lost touch
A fact so sadly rued
He was my friend
For just a few years
And as theses things go
He suddenly disappeared.
I'm pretty sure he'll be dead
After all theses years
From far too many ciggies
To many shorts too many beers.
.
My life has been a joy
And looking back to the front end
He gave me so much pleasure for
Those years he was my friend.
He gave me his friendship,
Made me more aware
Of the art of conversation,
Of how and when to aptly swear.
.
From my door in a lovely town,
I look straight ahead in wonder,
clouds, seascape, distant boat,
are core of an early morning view,
a homely place now awakening,
the sound of each window heard,
people sense this charmed spot,
has depth, magic, and mystery,
which is such an attraction say,
as the day of passage in sunlight,
a green and brown leaf exponent,
from tree top towered ring fence,
on blissful watch as passersby,
aware of sage eager eco eye,
that glances o’er round the clock,
plot, play, pursuit, and presage.
of an urban gathering on purpose,
with infectious soul stepping forward,
in directions of a wonder world dream,
which at this point has only begun
"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet
We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.
I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I may break my resolutions, but will never feel guilty a bit
First of all, I won’t make resolves that would hamper my day.
In most things, I wish to have my own personal way.
But to good propositions I am open and never shall be deaf.
As all wish, when the year ends, I want to turn over a new leaf.
With novel schemes, I don’t want to be an exponent,
But I will not sit back like a couch potato and be my own opponent.
When someone provokes me with words and actions rude,
I wish to stay calm, but excuse me if I blurt out a little crude.
I will try to do as much as I can, for time ticks away,
Won't wait for the last minute, which I feel is the right way.
Try to adapt to surroundings and move as quick as a wren.
Ramble through my garden and enjoy flowers now and then.
Spend more time with nature watching little objects and scenes.
Wander into meadows to get lost in the charm of sprawling greens.
Carry a walking stick, that at my age, even a small fall
Can break my brittle bones and into serious damage it can haul.
Though I don’t hope to be a body builder at my age
Will exercise daily, not with hopes of retracing my steps to teenage.
Once I was in good shape and had an hour glass figure
Though can't retain it, careful, from the mirror not to have a scare
Now with so much said, don’t ask me If I could keep my resolutions live
At the end of the year, if I am fortunate to stay sane and alive!