Primes Poems - Poems about Primes

...True beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists), reveals the distribution of the primes. Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists of a defender whom we praise in rhymes. Beauty a......

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...seed aloft, lands lightly, sends roots below, sprouts into sunshine, and, as the seasons pass, becomes a great sycamore, while, below, a boy lies face up, and reflects under its swaying limbs......

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... Journey Journal NEW YEAR SOJOURN By Leon Enriquez Brand New Year Prize happy cheer Live fond bliss Greet all you miss Be happy Live your story ~~~~~~~~~ Here and Now......

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...My mind could well from a million alts choose: Marvel at beauty of that moonless sky, Re-live that meandering slow boat cruise, Recall fragrance from her love wafting by, Re-enjoy bluebell bl......

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...Prime numbers are my favorite digits Weird digits no method to date finds-them all 6n+1 is prime, n is non-real number Primes are like sands on a beach, infinite Blest threes in math thru rel......

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...To be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. Davy’s in the basement Working on geometry You’ll see my intent A theorem in development Presh is on the website Hit pause, scratch hea......

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...In the back yard they speak Hush! They sleep. Do not ever I do Not weep for them. No I never speak for Them. My cats in the backyard are Tranquil. They are each individually Unique! Yes they a......

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... Journey Journal Page OLDE SJI BRAS BASAH ROAD, 1971 By Leon Enriquez Morning Glory Florals on a fence Violet blooms beauty Plain in sparkling sense Olde school field By Bras Basah......

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...I draw tadpoles, in ponds off back roads With black coals that have no color But when the Sucker is finished They think I'm Van Goh's Brother My painting style is Zig Zag Diagnol Smother You tu......

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...Through the night's veil, in whispers, I moved my steps along, Somewhere, a light within the darkness, sparked a straight and fiery throng, The secret of time, always hidden beneath pointless repri......

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...The lush green moss that clothed rocks and collared the base of trees has begun to turn a sickly gray and peel away into powdery clumps. Nearby, the contents of an old pot half filled with wat......

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...If I were a bird love would be my wings My flock would be of hip hop Allow me to cruise sky blue white streams Without fear of flying treetops And oh the blackbird songs I prophetically sing W......

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...Four on the Floor Lying between primes 3/5/7 4x4 cube drives over waka, haiku, senryu, tanka, to chime, sublime eloquence.......

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... "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” –Mark Twain Gray strands, falling over crinkly skin Where once was reflected beauty and approval, Now......

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...A dark flame bites at the edge of my existence It burns cool the tips of my fingers consuming moments once held as treasures Like a broken clock, with its second hand stuck costing me time.......

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