I've just counted up to ten
And missed that number out again
It's between three and five
And it rhymes with more
I need to keep this rhyme short
I have not got much to report
I know the Chinese lose their breath
In their language this number is DEATH
This number does not exist
In their numerological list
It's not for us to reason why
I know I do not want to DIE
I have not given this much thought before
I'll remove this number from MY FRONT DOOR
Categories:
numerological, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Segmented straight lines configure
pointed glyph of transformed cross.
In numeral sequence from the top
it’s the second smallest even integer.
After three dark days of primal genesis
when the arch of cosmos needed light,
God created sun, moon and all the stars
on this day, the symbol of universal truth.
This spiritual digit repeated three times,
turns into an angel number seraphic.
Responding to our thoughts and prayers,
it instills courage by numerological power.
At the blind end of life’s unlit path
if the milestone of angel number appears,
in God’s grace you’ll get divine foresight,
beyond dark you’ll see the light of future.
February 14, 2020
Contest : What's In A Number
Sponsor : Juliet Ligon
Categories:
numerological, fate, future, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
What star in illusions light cometh
and I should then break apart
in studious form
some rule or consequence of law
define it
Perchance then to assume
some circuits motherboard
and tinker in creations form
with the platonic patrons of electronic
Should I spill in gusto verbose
chant a figurine of mathematical purpose
theoretical divination a sacrament
and pick out the embryonic fluid of the universe
What then by delusion I so encompass
a paltry paper of expounded incompetence
scribbled superficial
and never considered the ink of millennium
Ah! go by arrogance
and to tiny dedicate this script
and process and pattern and everything in accordance
meet the confines of perceptions limited
Part and protein
nuclear detonation
record the result and scrabble together a meaningful thesis
in cold placards of emotionless
Salt, just a grain of salt
holds more prescience to the birth of stars
more of wonders commencement
more intricate
lest I in science encapsulate
some puff of a dragons breath
desperately beggar the attempt
and so form religiously my graph and pie chart
of numerological announcement
and nail my ego to the cross
Categories:
numerological, science, science fiction,
Form: Free verse