Short Numeral Poems

0 who is it
plus a bounty
minus a misery
it must be god
the mystery

as to enter the hole
you'll travel the vortex of possibility
no limits of the understanding 
galaxies and beyond leaving the small
speck you depart the myth to become the glory...

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Hundred 
Roman Numeral C
A century
A dollar
The whole percent 
Ten times Ten
Ten decades
Divided by 1, 2, 4, 5, 10, 20, 25, 50 and himself
Makes counting easy
Is the star of borrowing in subtraction
Makes multiplication easy
100 dollars
The most money I ever saw
When I was a child
One time 100 was a war...

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Age is just a number
a numeral at best
The difference may cumber
But it's you who is blessed

A fight is just insecurity
anger and fear
It shows our immaturity
Whenever we are near

Our love is strong, no matter the issue
its indeniable at best
I'll never have to miss you
Forever and always. Because it's me who is blessed...

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I don't have a lucky number
don't have a lucky charm
don't wear any special metals
to keep me safe from harm

I don't carry a four leaf clover
I could never find one
don't say any special prayers
when the new day has begun

if I had a lucky number
that numeral would be two
three is just a crowd
if there's more than me and you...

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Tanzania my Butterfly
anticipated with numeral directions
nominated with loved colors in your worth
zigzag you have no true way; a vission in education
as you produce, as you use not, as they depend
normally you clear them with the powerfull ideas
i tear a drop of my blood to the innocent death
a republic country of my own united flies....

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I am struggling with digits,
Digits juggle in my head.
Digits tumble and they jumble
On the paper I just read

Every time I try to capture
Such a bouncing numeral,
It teases me by dissipating,
Becoming quite undoable.

Give me a bucket filled with letters
I make sense of everything
I arrange and rearrange
And I make the letters sing

But these senseless digits wobble
And they hobble and they fall
So I blow them off my notebook
Good riddance, once and for all....

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Watchmaker, watchmaker make me a watch,
Which tells me I'm time, which shan't be forgot.

I want it to yell in yodels and songs sung by a lady,
Whenever I'm adrift in my mind full of lies in fantasy. 

Use cogs and quarts to bind the time to my soul,
Tie wires and wheels to my veins and my vessels. 

Tick me with tocks of the clock on my wrist,
So never again shall another minute be missed.

So watchmaker, watchmaker make me a watch,
As we're struck on another roman numeral notch....

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