Long Numeric Poems
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A Brave Soul Goes Home
No mortal power ever on this common earthly plane
Can call you back as Heaven makes its final gain.
You mind was one steeped in such numeric certitude,
Possessing a spirit with a most certain pulchritude.
Your life strode a period of only six decades plus two,
But in God’s divine plan he knew so well the real you.
You developed in time a zest for friendship and love,
Which God felt with such passion in Heaven above.
Your life had its great share of such suffering and pain,
But that never dampened your spirit on this mortal plane.
God was most aware always of your charitable nature,
As you helped those in need—victims of human nature.
Your departure from us was sadly short and unexpected,
But God’s plan and wishes for you were always expected.
And so Brave Soul we mourn your loss from our mortal home,
But we take solace in knowing God’s called you to His home.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
April 27, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)
*A special tribute to a departed and most loved family member.
Doctor Phil Sees 2020
By Franklin Price
1/30/2020
Oh two-oh two-two oh -two oh
Punxutawney Phil's big thing
The halfway point of winter days
Progressing to the coming Spring
A one time numeric happening
Comes on this groundhog day
Front to back, or back to front
Reads the same both either way
Punxutawney Phil comes out,
His shadow on his mind.
He'll look in all directions
Doesn't know what he will find
Some people call him Doctor Phil
Shadow spotting his degree
If there is none, for him to spot,
An early Spring for you and me.
If there's a shadow there to see,
No clouds providing blocks,
Spring will wait another week
Until the Equinox.
Spring Equinox is twenty March
In the event you didn't know.
The next season is Summer
That's just how the Seasons go.
The Winds of Time
The winds of time and their numeric certainty
are inevitable in our inner-active mortal world.
The winds reflect the turbulent nature and the
ever-changing situations that define humanity.
Time marches forth with its all due precision,
whilst the winds portray mankind’s inflection.
Time, as a constant variable, is always there in
all forms of human contact and true interaction.
The winds always speak to the uncertainty and
the factor of variability that shapes all humanity.
The winds of time also give all of us poets a true
metaphor by which we can ponder mankind’s fate.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
May 30, 2021 (Couplet)
Memory of past,
imagination of mirrored future,
evolve dipolar octaves of functional form,
informating appositional contention,
encoded, and therefore neurally decoding,
recoding
reconnecting from past to future to past regenerators
implicate ordered language and iconic relationships,
numeric transliterations across universal paradigms,
transformatively intuited,
transubstantiated semiotics,
transductive integrity of right and left ellipticals
eco-metaphysical and ego-physical fractalfunction
mind/body interweaving
multisystemic regenesis
of full hued harmonies
and curious orthopracticing temperaments,
Redeeming peace,
time as reiteratively co-arising mindfulness,
eco-ethics as co-incidentally mentoring evolution,
ecologic as logos moral syntax,
economics as normative co-investment order,
eco/ego-entifying as bilateral Earth Justice
Echoing resonance
informing dipolar functions
filling balanced forming farms
growing Yintegral empowerment
with radiant Yang enlightenment
Not Polynomial double-negative boundaries
and margins
balancing poly-binomial (1/0) spacetime,
double-bound temporal-aptic neural strings,
never too late or early,
of resonant holonic calculation,
rational trigonomials,
fractally revolving geometrics,
permaculturing square-emergent roots
resonating Life's reverse-hierarchic
exponential Win-Win Tree.
Eco-nutritional revolving roots
of power
produce Earth's rainbowed metric rhythms,
branching eco-nutritional harmonic crowns
of light.
One before the why
Neutrinos dance, the tenet
Encoded gem I
Hopi hydrogen
Unified twins, Gemini
Numbers, count by staff
Divided even
Release the energy chi
Equal scales by 2
Decide upon one
Y photon will equal c
Energy Ion
Arc flight of eagle
Ram or goat the choice be I
S- Martics be arc
Oscillate on thoughts
Fermions amount to sum
Quantum quarks made you
Unified field net
Alpha the numeric n
N number alpha
Tau weight equals au be you
Unit be star Q
Mass measured by staff
Set started on go
Catapult be to the stars
Independent Star
Electrons are a
New negative light of one
Cascade reason why
Elect charm at end
2 by way of the release
Infinity roar
Now finite beyond
For I am born one with sun
It’s all inside you
None but bold be the one Thoth
Inside the fire be one
Together be the ocean
Yet the ocean be drop too
By Steven Willis Henderson
6/23/25
Dancing Numbers
Numbers dance in space upon the wall of distant nebulae
Lower digits do the limbo under digit trees on Earth
Produce a number of rumbas in the process
Baby ones and twos run through the branches to learn their steps
In the shade of day they count on memory to forget
Before the dawning of romance
Before attempting trips or splits
Once set in motion growing
Numbers never stop
Figures have no limitations
All numbers should be even
Or at least equal to themselves
They make their way while 3’s distract
Straight to the borders of the Cha Cha land
Rhythms follow in their dance and play
Shade from the whole numbered trees
Bridges peace from war while quartets practice
The calculus that seems so simply separated
Moves with them in tempo traction on the hollow beat
Served in triple time, on a bed of zero pillow, to sleep beneath
Beyond the cosmic wonders of the numbers
The sum of all their quantum parts
Ones and twos take place; take shape, in string quartets
Fours are not alike. None are the same
Tap stepping on the thinnest line of life
Tip toeing to the stars from far behind
The waltz is just a walk in structured measure
In step out there in hand with solid sevens on the edge
Half way to heaven as jazz plays on and on with pleasure
Numerals are merely numbers with another name who also play
Odd figures, outnumbered, outlawed by even ones
Doing splits, without permits, perfect cascading cadence
Swirling one by one while spinning past the sun
Even ones outlive everyone
While dancing upon the up above
Other numbers hide with their mistakes
Tracked down, calculated, counted, after their ballet bows
They have their days cut short in age, then dance no more
Such digits suffer from arithmetic’s and numeric ailments
Crunch the numbers numb, until the Gangnam dance is done
Upon a midnight arithmetic
While counting my letters from my attic
That moment my soul grew matrix operation
I felt compelled to sniff the calculations.
~
The quantum mechanics laughed
one plus one
And the particle physics never accounting
The multiplex econometric estimating
My applied mathematics, I could not awaken
The computational curriculum ciphering breathtaking
~
once and again
All my soul within me deciphering
The scalar supercilious surveying
I remember I was ciphering
'It's that computing,' I muttered denying
~
one plus one
And its eyes have all the coding
It was downloading
And the physics never ciphering
while rifling miss referring
one minus one
For as I have sworn by my numeric picnic
While I pondered, mathematical and phonetics
I remember I was counting
I awoke and flung the molecular biologic.
Much I marvelled the Dirichlet grammar
It was taxpaying
And its eyes have all the surveying
That joint probability, joint probability quarantining.
I remember I was computing
I awoke and flung the solutions
I heard mathematics, simple physicking
~Mathematics one plus one
6/31/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I hope you have enjoyed my words from transcended
Being, life and energy translated into spoken word
And metaphors, which is plural cause their mended
Constantly wilded from inside the cypher of a winged
soul.
But the truth is the doctors have fed me meds
Since I was a kid to keep out My creative doctrines
Three times I Was reprogramed by what majority said
And now comes the fourth forced mental ends
How many cycles for the numeric phalicy
The one and million American anti political
Cause two ideas to lead the world is war And chalice
Greed of the few.
That don't concern the working man but killed his son.
So if I don't survive the fourth ride
Remember I spoke my words true
They always came back to my side
no matter what They took of you.
Form:
Generous of heart, the morning his light,
with a spirit of passion he shares his wisdom.
He muses his manic state with courage - profound - Awen
Glowing, he sparkles, eyes twinkle,
timid - unsure, rich in a maelstrom of ideas,
and silent contemplation - Awen
Cloaked yet exposed, open and free,
protecting his inner soul as he imparts his knowledge,
distracting through equation - Awen
Numeric of mind, instrumentally in tune - a converging compass mainly longitude.
The lateral advances of his discourse,
become a passionate concept - an interlude - Awen
The warmth and softness, as the lines string together,
pausing to reflect, he searches the precise -
as he hunts for accuracy - the consistent flow - Awen
Seeks clarity - yet remains confused, the touch is calming, encouraging fluidity of speech,
he's curious to watch as the physical ignites his soul,
the contact eliciting the passion at hand - a conundrum - Awen
A library in context, you are , my friend
Luminaries revel on a blackened velvet canvas;
swirling, whirling, tops in centrifugal dance.
A galactic party is in full swing,
at the end of every transpiring day.
Cosmic bliss betwixt sun and moon,
casts its gifts down from the heavens.
Twelve houses borne of numeric scale,
expressing events all the way to Pi.
Mathematical is the sacred tree,
where the Tetragrammaton rebirths its essence;
the seed of life in everything,
gives forth for those of third-eye sight.
Colored marbles travel in abundance,
from black hole to a new universe.
As a child, I counted these celestial eyes;
now saddened that they dwindle from view.
Humankind in all of their ignorance,
beset with greed eliminates my view.
Infinity is the playground of hope
for new stars are forever-birthing.