Long Numbers Poems
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Did she say time numbers or prime numbers?
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers.
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes daydreaming in class as a personal affront.
Her eyes narrow. I yawn. Bad move.
Could you demonstrate this on the board, Caren?
Out of all the students in all the math penitenturies in all the galaxies….
Miss Johnson moves her head toward the blackboard.
When I get there I pick up a piece of smeary chalk.
Where to begin?
“Make two columns,” she says primly.
I understand now why no man has been desperate enough to marry her.
“One for prime and one for composite.”
A clue. Maybe prime is odd and composite is even?
I make the columns.
The second I throw down the one and the two hands are up.
Every classmate wants a turn to redo my work.
The math brains are dying to show Miss Johnson they were listening.
I remember thinking “When am I ever going to need this?”
That was fifty-seven years ago, and frankly, I never have needed it for any reason.
Prime, crime, rhyme, dime, lime, mime, lime.
Who cares?
P.S. Miss Johnson never did get married.
the11:23pm
tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic
it's kronos master
tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic
11:30pm
plans of world destruction
ending time what's he's after
11:37pm
tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic
maker of grand father clocks
builder of body, creator of face
11:44pm
tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic
hands and numbers encircled
tic-tic-tics and tock
mechanical clock, set ahead a mark
11:51pm
tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic
world end blow up
set time ahead five-minute fast
awaiting the nuclear blast
tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic
time running out
Christian Huygens built first pendulum clock
fashion by atomic power the doomsday clock was
11:58pm
tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic
this bomb ticking set to go, to ignite
the doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight
2/12/18
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Hello Nigerian youth!
How are doing?
I salute your courage
I salute your resolve
To take back your country
Bedeviled by evils of unimaginable proportion
That threaten and becloud your future
You are leaders of today
Making you believe otherwise
Tantamount to fraud
Say no to divide and rule tactics
A booby trap to keep you subjugated
Stand firm and say no to intimidation
Your strength is in your numbers
Your strength lies in your innovative spirit
Your strength lies in
Your youthfulness
Your strength lies in your resilience
Today is your day
Rise and take what belongs to you
Arm yourself with your PVCs
Vote wisely and repossess
What belongs to you
It is now or never!
Left for dead.
Rocket on the floor; dead men in a war.
When you hear the call, come prepared to fall.
Picture on a door shows the face on the dart board,
Through which the injured will soon walk.
Blood on a wall;
You have been here before.
Ghost in the night at last has found its sight by misdesign.
The ghosts disappear in the morning light.
Pocket on a leg, left there to forget.
Written on a tissue in lipstick red.
Numbers to regret, words I never said.
All those people you left for dead.
A soldier talking about peace is an oxymoron;
Put down your weapons of misfiring neurons.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Verse1)
Its like a treasure
That has a lock
You do all you can
To get to that box
Its padded and sealed
Because it hasn't had time to heal
Its rushed to be open
Then there's a token
That's tired of being broken
Earned the medallion
And the others
Got the trophy
It didn't shine
Then I remember
Love had sublimed
(chorus)
But somehow
You got the key
And unlocked that part of me
That left
You got the treasure
Declare your wealth,not on the shelf
My heart is made of Gold
Somehow you have the key to hold
I dont want to push you apart
Just hold the key close to my heart
(verse 2)
Yes I've heard It
I've heard the key turn
Away
Like a incorrect code on a safe
But if you sit and think
The numbers could come back to you in a blink
Even if you've gotten it wrong
Don't stop
You'll get it
With the right fit
It can be unsealed
Your heart can be honest with how it feels
(chorus)
But somehow
You got the key
And unlocked that part of me
That left
You got the treasure
Declare your wealth,not on the shelf
My heart is made of Gold
Somehow you have the key to hold
I dont want to push you apart
Just hold the key close to my heart
(hook)
Time in and time out
I've learned
Can't give up
On love
It will come
But you can't give it away
It has to be earned
Love is like the time on a clock
It time the right one
He will have the key to unlock
(chorus)
But somehow
You got the key
And unlocked that part of me
That left
You got the treasure
Declare your wealth,not on the shelf
My heart is made of Gold
Somehow you have the key to hold
I dont want to push you apart
Just hold the key close to my heart
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
1/24/16
Before I admit I'm a sucker for love songs
Be assured I'm a masculine man
My sensitive side's a big hit with ladies
Which I nurture as much as I can
By the way ladies talk, our numbers are few
Probably why I'm so appealing
Believe me at times sure wish it weren't true
And had more control of my feelings
I weep at sad movies and stuff on TV
I'm embarrassed to say that it's so
To hide it I try but the tears in my eyes
Are a sure sign I don't have control
Okay I've accepted this man that I am
It's probably much better like this
To be thought of as a cruel and unfeeling guy
Would certainly not be my wish
Before I admit I'm a sucker for love songs
Be assured I'm a masculine man
My sensitive side has turned out to be a blessing
It defines the man that I am
© Jack Ellison 2013
My tongue is firmly planted in my cheek!
I spilled my seventh cup of coffee
While shuffling through the papers on my desk.
It was a ham and cheese performance,
A little bit of business-like burlesque.
I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets,
Deciding what to shred and what to keep.
The numbers flatten my perception.
It’s hard to tell the shallow from the deep.
The market parodies the weather,
It’s sometimes paradise, and sometimes hell.
It takes a fortune teller’s insight
To know which stocks to buy and which to sell.
I go to trade shows and conventions
To bust my hump establishing rapport.
To get that sweet insider cherry,
I give good face and put out like a whore.
But it’s so sweet insider cherry,
Just so sweet insider cherry
Can provide me with an edge.
When investing in the future,
Need to guarantee the future with an edge.
That’s my pledge.
I take fiduciary gambles
To profit from a fickle fiscal year,
And plot inventive navigation
To dodge the rocks and shoals that interfere
With my relentless and creative
Chicanery within the corporate sphere.
I keep a second set of ledgers
That chronicle my cynical career.
You see all of these protesters out
chanting and screeching on the TV,
convinced that we’ll solve all our problems
Ii we just get rid of the police.
They claim that they’re targeting people
merely of the color of their skin,
though by the per capita numbers
whites and Latinos tak it one the chin.
But they keep screaming about privilege
in a strangely religious fervor,
and use it as a helpful excuse
to release all their pent-up anger.
But when it comes to dark-skinned people,
whose interests they claim to pursue,
they all proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter,’
but they sure don’t’ act as if they do.
First let’s look at all the businesses
that the rioters torched and destroyed,
they were mostly in inner cities,
so the end result we can’t avoid
is that the people they claim to help
were the same people who worked those stores,
which means countless folks with much melanin
won’t have productive jobs anymore.
Their own siblings, mothers, and fathers
bow have no method to bring in cash.
Basically, their lives have been ruined,
I wonder did they care about that?
Did looters realize that their actions
would make their communities much worse?
they all proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter’
…except for those they put out of work.
And then there is the late David Dorn,
a dark-skinned grandfather, former cop,
who saw the evil burning his town
and went outside to protect the block,
hoping to provide security
for the pawn business of a good friend.
For wanting to protect his hard work
vile looters brought him to his end.
But strangely you do not hear his tale
when you watched the evening news at night,
the rioters get interference
but a good man’s death is not in sight.
Not one of these damn ideologues
care that a hero’s life now is done,
I guess that black life didn’t matter,
since his narrative was the ‘wrong’ one...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
AUGUST FLOOD, LION MOUNTAIN LANDSLIDE
BY SIMEON AUSTIN DAVID PANGU AKA MR SENATOR
To bed they went wishing good night,
With zest they opt to wake up and do their chores with all their might.
Rain falling from the sky, we know it was a blessing,
Tears rolling through Sierra Leone's eyes...(Pause) God knows the reason
The earth shrink as the flood came,
Beautiful faces were never the same.
It came too fast, our smile it wipes
Yesterday beautiful songs, today sorrowful cries
Good will, aspirations and innovations buried in the mud
Your Tomorrow's agend is all we have left to remember as we mourn.
Yesterday was the naming day, Today the mourning day.
Father couldn't get to watch you as your grow old and play.
Vimto tastes like vinegar in our mouths,
As youth left for the dead and survivors to scouts.
Mother, father the voice of their children calling,
Father couldn't see son,mother couldn't heard her daughter crying.
Numbers cannot be numbered,
John couldn't be recognized by his own brother.
Oh! God why the rain?
Why our faces are not the same?
Why the earth, the earth it couldn't hold?
thus on our backs the rocks must roll?
Water is life but lives now it take?
Why, must on my Nation's mind fear made?
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Finally got home in the dead of a cold night
With the Gators starting to pull away in this holiday fight
It seems like this is the end to the day full of games
That featured college students who are establishing their names
Big plays abound during the time when tourists are doing the South Florida town.
Granted the suits behind the desks talked California roses
Which could see many professional gridiron proposes
But that was not all since the halftime gave Gavin De Graw the call
To play his keys during the halftime festivities
With dancers on the ground the crowd must have loved the sound
As the second half is ready to take place it seems like the track meet is ready for the OB race.
It slowed down a bit
As the score seemed to be very fit
Despite not being in the swamp the Gators seemed to get what they want
But the VA stood tall despite their backs to the wall
But soon during a nice drive Jefferson would see his memorial when the Gator stole one in the same way if they snatched an Oriole.
You see the Gator had a run knowing they needed to close out the spread to be told they were done
But TJ defense stood tight in this money fight
He wasn’t going down in the battle for green
From these players who just a few years ago were teens.
With one swift kick everyone saw the spread was not a trick
But TJ had one more try to steal the treasure from the line ole English man William Hill did measure.
With the numbers that were posted
The over should have been played for those cooking the New Year’s Eve Roasted
And TJ walked away not feeling mean but pocketing the green
With a nice grin since he knows the school, he built had the win.