Long Numerical Poems
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Tackling a slick problem like D’Alembert’s paradox—
a cylinder set in motion, destined to roll on and on—
My fresh numerical method spoke in the same voice,
but sparked sharp debate—someone blamed me for ignorance.
Until a quip cracked the tension: “D’Alembert’s paradox doesn’t account for lubrication.”
Truths can slice deep, sharper than we expect,
Yet a wry smile, a joke, can transmute iron into gold.
Humor doesn’t erase the sting—it dulls the edge,
revealing strength when despair weighs us down.
A sense of humor is our forged armor:
a spark of joy in the heart, a reluctant laugh on the lips—
it signals someone who grasps life's brittle elegance.
A gentle jest softens the hardest truths,
shading overwhelming realities with grace.
When wit stands as a stronghold,
even bitter truths echo with less sting.
You don’t flee reality—you greet it with a grin—
and in that greeting, you find the courage to begin again.
It is a tree of five hundred one and twenty different fruits
with nine others totally disenfranchised
in a garden of more than a colour of grapes
a black bunch out of every five same
is its numerical contribution in such defined location
A flowing stream, originating from the Nok aboriginals
has created different hundreds of tributaries
in its inland is a town where fertility is ambidextrous
and the most diversified of the colourful flying beauties
is found within its territory
A family possessing envious wealth but seemingly a myth
b’cos of the Mephistophelian deeds of its guardians
its house, built on land where toothpick germinates to a monstrous tree
and man power capable of producing half a continent of sky scrapers
yet six out of every ten of its members
are less comfortable than a pet in the west
Exiting beauty’s cradle her grasp spans what destiny holds pale.
She has yearned, gained and lost what was fused to her core, yet still she traverses beneath a southern sky that haemorrhages numerical promise and nighttime bridge wishes.
She says she’s never wrong, and I believe her.
Etched sunflowers bloom and shimmer from her wrist to elbow.
She recounts stories, memories and hopes that glide from Columbia to San Francisco and carefully guides me through intricate explorations of heart and landscape.
She says she’s never wrong, and I believe her.
Above this endless river we sit and stare through mottled sunlight.
I am trapped, smothered in sable eyes and hair that are as rich and sublime as an oncoming tropical storm that threatens to transport me into certain oblivion.
She says she’s never wrong, and I believe her.
I lay small gifts at her feet and pray that they aren’t too much to take.
Her laughter breaks me in two as summer traffic speeds over an emerald bridge that gleams in the night like jewels lost in a dust storm.
She says she’s never wrong, and I believe her.
She leads me downstream and walks me through evening gardens.
City lights envelop us, and I wish I could hold her hand, but I can’t put that weight on her shoulders, I won’t put that weight on her shoulders.
She says she’s never wrong, and I believe her.
She has crossed my path for mere seconds and left me dazed, static.
She’s in my world now where once she wasn’t, so I will remember, smile and hold my heart in my hand whilst I say her name to the sky below me.
She says she’s never wrong, and I believe her.
"One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one, its the loneliest number since the number one" Beginning lines of a song I like sung by 3 Dog Night
Multiplied by ONE, numbers stay the same.
So unique is ONE, it is like the sun.
For me, it is the number of my name
in numerology, for I was “One”
when I was born. Did you know each letter
has numerical value? You can find
online your name’s number. Even better,
more numbers from your birth date you’re assigned.
ONE means confidence and self-reliance,
maybe selfish, but very self-aware.
I love alone time; dislike compliance.
For God and unity, ONE will forbear.
The loneliest of numbers ONE may be,
but I’m happy “One” is a part of me.
Counting On Sheep
Don't wake me up
I have sheep on my mind and around me
Standing in rows like….well…sheep
Arranged in numerical order
They count hours down very slowly
At 7:00 a.m. I must rise with the day
It is work that defines who I am
I’m counting on sheep to wake me on time
I’m counting on them to appear or arrive
If they don’t I’ll continue sleeping
Replace them with roosters of course in due course
They know how to crow in the morning
And don’t need a warning
To wake up at 4 in proper accord
In natural order for sure
As for the sheep…well… They will be dead sheep
I will be counting on them
As dinner with beer
spiritual and cultural numerical figure
thought to be as of the heaven
constellation of seven sisters
reminds the days of the week
consists colours of the rainbow
divine notes on musical scale
total number of seas and continents
snow white runs off to live with dwarves
seven brides for seven brothers
Shakespeare’s man of seven ages
Sinbad the Sailor had same voyages
Ian Fleming had the right ring for James Bond
The world’s favourite number seven
'Twas the twilight of the year
a twinkling tiara.
December 31st, digits dancing dunes
in the Sahara.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
it's a prance.
A numerical Irish step dance
given a whimsical chance.
In the calendar's corners,
a magical mystery unfurls.
As the date spins and swirls
like a jester's jingling twirls.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
in a line.
A date so divine,
it deserves its own shrine
so fine!
But wait, what's this? A satirical twist!
The date's just a number
it doesn't exist!
One, two, three, one, two, three,
what's the fuss?
Wait… all dates are human-
created
YES, by us!
The numbers are shocked
feeling quite superfluous.
In the grand scheme of things
oh so ridiculous!
So here's to the New Year
let's raise a toast.
To the date that we've come
to boast the most.
With champagne that sparkles
and tastes like the sun.
2023 is yet undone
run from the old
to the new one,
run, run, run!
In the canon of the digits
a lesson we see.
Time is a construct
as fluid as the sea.
So let's celebrate the moments
both big and small.
For, in the end
they're the most
precious of all.
Ice Sleep Quickly...
Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,
a segue way into unconscious state disengages
awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb
burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours
later how far from first triple digit to nought, I
ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of
symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the
likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst-
stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk
credited with developing mode to abstract former
lee bird den some assignation expressing a short
shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical
value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma-
pura developed the place-value notation in the
fifth century, and about one hundred years later
Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for
zero, without such (now obvious) methodology,
this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort
to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative,
sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut
tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly
enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never
reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he
would never be accountable waking bolt upright
resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz
this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have
zero choice!
Numbers come from a singularity at sea
Grow into oceans numerically speaking
Fluent in the foreign language of Chronology
Born from an original source sequentially conceived
Sometimes repeating calculus because they can
Starting out as the number one and counting
Figures break down into fractions
That hatch from shells on the banks of logic
Mathematical equations have solid names
John and Mary are not among them
Algebra is also not related at this time
However, Algebraic expressions seem human
When written as a quotient of polynomials
Rational and irrational as they may appear
Numerical oceans floating on logic surround us
It is hard to grasp such fluid objects in motion
Chronological or otherwise they still come
One after another exponentially counting down
Dividing by ten to get to the sum of the day
Start with any number, only numbers 1 to 10. This number represents the number of letters of any one-word that matches the number that you chose. You thought of "5," for example, this should be a five-letter word. Start with this word (any word), but doesn't have to be a personal name or proper noun. You can do it too, but make sure you describe it in a very positive way. It will serve as your poem title and subject or point of interest how you explore this word. ("5" doesn't imply a five line-poem or five stanzas or only 5 five letter-words in each line, however, this can be also be considered as numerical poetry).
Once you started the poem with your given word, end your poem with the same title-word or any word containing the same number of letters of your poem title.
Your poem can be written short or long and it can be presented in any format where you can express it freely.
Describe your emotions from within. Poetry is everyone's life. Yours matters!
Simple
Simple as driving and flying
Simple as cooking and eating
Reading or writing
Or playing and sharing.
Life is not all about material things.
You may not have much
But you are worth more than a sack of gold
taken from an empty catch
When you have yourself as You!
Simple...
Dimple!
Simple living is like thriving with a dimple. You are not too great, yet simple in your own ways. Life will bring you down, but don't forget you have an invisible dimple too! No matter how hard life strikes, a single dimple can save your life. Don't forget to smile because dimples can be felt everywhere without physically seeing them from everybody. You can still be attractive and be accepted even without natural dimples that many people have around you. Just think you have at least one... inside of you!
P.S.
If you thought of two or three or four different numbers from 1 to 10 and want to combine them as your poem-title, come up with your own style of writing in any way you can express it. End with the same title or equivalent to each letter-word written in different words