"averages" poems
The power of Averages,
it means a lot
if you can
understand Means, a lot.
Assuming a Normal Distribution,
A Standard Deviation, or σ
defines where about 68% of the data falls;
roughly 34% above and below the Mean.
Two Standard Deviations
defines where a further 28% of data lies;
14% above and below 1σ and -1σ.
Positive 1-Sigma is one Standard Deviation above the Mean
Negative 1-Sigma is one below;
The range from -2σ to 2σ includes 96% of data.
The implications are astounding.
Within 3 Standard Deviations, one finds 99.7% of the data;
Within 4σ, 99.9%, 5σ, 99.999%,
the remainder are generally outliers and other improbable results.
To illustrate:
Suppose we had a group of 100 people,
and we wish to determine average height:
If our Mean height ends up being, say, 180 cm,
with a Standard Deviation of 20cm,
We can suppose that of 100 people, on average,
with a certain Margin of Error that is inversely proportionate to our Sample Size, or n
(for sake of argument, the Probable Error, or γ, is 13.49cm)
4 are taller than 220cm
14 are between 200cm and 220cm
68 are between 160cm and 200cm
14 are from 140cm to 160cm
4 are shorter than 140cm
--
Statistics is the parent of Probability;
Statistics is the Art and Science of Forecast,
Statistics paves the way for modern Science
Statistics is a powerful weapon in the fight against Ignorance
Statistics, however, are generally and intentionally misrepresented and thus misunderstood.
For increasingly accurate figures,
one must have a larger Sample Size
and a Sample group that is a representative subgroup
of the Whole
*This is intentionally abused
by most of the News
you read or see each day on Paper and Screens alike.*
If a "Statistical analysis" does not include at least
Margin of Error or Probable Error,
Mean (Average), Standard Deviation, and Sample Size
do not take it as accurate.
Depending on the source,
it could even be deliberately malicious.
Arm yourself with Knowledge.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
She said there was zero squared chance of reconciliation
That our lives were not the circle she dreamed,
But two separate lines diverging at a point
Arranged in rays, and some other math terms I never understood
Because she finished top of her class, myself a comforting third
Tier, of the last tier, of those who made it through the door.
And the story has stayed the same, regardless of the term change
I was back in school, receiving a bad grade,
Thanking God for the bell curve, which rang
"Some things always stay the same, but keep trying anyway"
And my averages will remain somewhere between middle of the line
And the bottom of the drain.
So
I will raise my hand for hope,
I will raise my hand for shame,
I will raise my hand to look good,
And to never learn
Quite exactly what I should.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Skimming through the water, like a bird on wing.
Feeling the currents flowing, water spilling along my flanks.
Surging into the deep sea, searching for sunken ships,
Lost treasures to those above, merely decrepit scenery below.
Perhaps, more, to the sealife that shelters there.
This fantastic ability, to relate to earth's final mysteries in the deep.
Granted me, through a fluke of nature, gills filtering,
Scales protecting, tail and fins propelling forward
To ever deeper realms.
Hardly noticing the increasing pressures
Feeling tides pulling, seeing unfathomed sea creatures.
Appreciating the beauty and the power of the deep sea.
Triton may reside here, only stories to those above.
But the mysterious, deepness of this realm, begs belief in other gods.
Continuous exploration of this vast world,
Only brings me a small portion of its bounty.
Birth, life, death, cycling forever.
Brilliant design of creatures and systems,
Only glimpsed from above.
Denied to those who seek to categorize and quantify.
Life is not averages, statistics, and clinical review.
Being judged in labs by coated strangers.
Life indeed is deep, resounding, complex in every detail.
Microcosms of universes existing in harmony
Beneath waves brushing the sky.
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
The Mask of Mediocrity
there are those here amongst us that hide
behind a mask of mediocrity
too frightened to even show us there own faces
so one dimensional in thought
it would be wrong to condemn or criticize
why they choose to hide
telling stories of their own fantasyland fantasies
real life scares the hell out of them
when it all comes down to the end
we are all wearing masks
we are all mediocre in averages of totality
good at one thing terrible on another
good hard workers reliable to the firm
great at making love
but terrible at giving true forgiving love
committed to their own world
and me I do not choose to hide my face
but mediocrity at its finest
still striving to reach that art of true forgiving love
trying to remove that mask
and by the way the real world scares the hell out of me too!
Gomer LePoet ....
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
In laws, pardon the typo
in the law,
a system of justice,
like the law of averages,
it all equals out in the end,
laws are broken, people bend,
meant not to, break rules of the land,
the court is fair when it demands,
restitution, a repayment of sorts,
the system is in place when a face goes
behind bars,
near or far,
fear or worse,
in a hearse,
thin excuses,
juror recuses,
furor increases,
time decreases,
behind
bars,
penance the menace,
what we need here is some hard time,
under
the thumb of the law,
but the law has no thumbs, only scales,
held in the hand
of a blind maiden,
but what of the parents of a forever lost only child,
but what of the family who loses a father,
or mother, sister and a brother,
but what of a woman who lost her man,
will the maiden step aside and let them
hold the scales,
I think not,
some say the system rots,
the law is devoid of the
emotion,
that those,
who have measured
their lives against a loss,
the experience has burned off the dross,
they are left with pure emotion,
unable to fill the void,
which the law was never meant to do,
we blame society for all sorts of ills,
rather than have society step in and fill,
the void in the law, that is compassion for the victim
the void in society which is not the wrong but to make it right,
the answer,
avoid the law?
no
avoid breaking hearts,
of blind maidens, and
avoid breaking
laws.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Forgive me if I don't get these words just right
I'm having another battle and I know....
I will win also this fight!
Saw today a mentor and my elementary school teacher
Days before I had the turn in of my own
I had the pleasure to read.... his, very own
Obit’s written before our time GOD
O' how I wish I could show you...
Maybe before a failure but look now
I'm now holding above grade averages :)
Looking you over for the very first time
How different you all look on the prep room table
Saw it so many times now
Your bracelet gave it away and your name was on the tag
Trust me please you will be very well taken care of
I knew you before, and all will be just fine
I promise to pray for you and I hope someday....
We will meet again....
Sometime!
(CARSr. 1-23-13)
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
what if I'm not that deep person who can write with a certain flow with her words,
what if I'm not that person with a boyfriend, who gets closer and closer to losing her virginity,
what if I'm not the giggly girly shopping gossip girl who doesn't get ****** jokes,
what if I'm not into series of tv shows and don't get hooked on to them and grip them with my life,
what if I'm not the boyish one who makes ***** jokes and seems like the tom boy,
what if I'm not the smartest girl in the grade with top averages who will gets straight As.
everyone has these reputations. everyone is known for something special
what am I? Who do people think of me as? That one friend who is like the others?
Is the freaking shadow of everyone. the follower?
Well this 'follower' has dreams too. Wild ones. She also has deep poems etched in her being
She has a ****** side (doesn't everyone?) and dreams of wild dreamy guys
She is girly deep within sometimes. theres an itch to wear nice clothes and shop (RARELY)
She has a few fandoms, though she doesn't worship them, and create her personalty from them
She is a tom boy, but she doesn't constantly talk about it, even though she acts like one
She is smarter than some think, so don't call her Stupid! that was drilled into her head years ago (No need to remind)
She does dream and does have obsessions, she does read up and research things!
But i wonder if anyone will notice? I wonder if anyone knows I've finally figured out i know what i am
I am a little bit of everything. But since I'm not any of the extremes, I won't be noticed
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Far, far afield--the averages of distances
are sought after.
Seer, hearer, feeler likened to what feet
fail now...as a body parodies its mind
unknowingly.
This chased relationship... headless chicken's
nocturne.
Konstantinos Mark
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
I don’t always want
To hit a home run
But I always want
To be in the game.
I don’t always need
To be the big star
But it’s nice if they all
Remember your name.
You can’t make a touchdown
Every time you play the game.
But, suit up and show up
You’ll be glad you came.
I know I have blown it
More than once before
But that is the reason
We have for keeping score.
We add up the averages
And when I do the math
I find trying my best
Is taking the right path.
It does no good to give up
Without even the one try.
You prove to yourself
You’re a ‘go for it’ guy!
If you think this is rah-rah
You are absolutely right.
What good is getting beaten
Without even a fight?
If you think this is a metaphor
You are correct once again.
How can you win the race
If you never even begin?
You can’t make a touchdown
Every time you play the game.
But, suit up and show up
You’ll be glad you came.
It does no good to give up
Without even the one try.
You prove to yourself
You’re a ‘go for it’ guy!
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
A big one is coming our way
it's a class1 goliath
by the law of averages
it's going to be a close call
The risk is too great
so we have decided
to send two of our greatest warships
to alleviate another disaster
They will fly together
our sweet starship Pegasus
and starship Light And Glory
they are ordered to intercept and destroy
We pray for the brave crews
may they fulfill their task
my brother and sister of coverage courageous
will have success by the law of averages
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka SS NeonSolaris
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Part I
There are parts of me I will not give you, Stranger;
But these parts are not many.
I have always been comfortable in vulnerability.
Or perhaps, I have weaponized it—
To destroy not kingdoms but boundaries:
Confuse the prey and ****** the predator,
until they are one and the same.
Part II
But if I expose my soft underbelly to anyone,
Can it still be considered vulnerability?
How must it feel to be scarred
Again and again
Battered and wounded—
Yet the flesh never hardens against incursion?
To have so much weakness so plainly to see
Easy to touch, even more to make bleed
Bear witness against the truth
Yet shatter all of the doubts—
What lies in the middle, then?
What will the law of averages reveal?
Is that soft underbelly truly so honest and real
Or is it another form of camouflage
Designed to mislead
As the fanfare protects the executioner?
Part III
The armor of insight is deception
Deception that strives to please
For distracting the audience is crucial
To being this kingdom to its knees
So in revealing the war strategy to her enemy
Can a commander be
Part IV
Just who is the enemy, and why does he lurk about?
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 2:14 PM UTC
I watched someone almost die today
and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me
I see a life flash before my eyes
a million executions play like infernal theater
on multiple screens and the protagonist
keeps walking to the stop more afraid
of missing the bus than being run over
while the driver stares blankly, maybe thinking
about something they saw on Instagram
I am troubled by this but I’m feeling an odd
sense of bliss and reverence for my senses
flooded with multiple universes deserving
every bit of my attention indexed into
stories I tell my therapist laughing at
the absurdity of it all
the majestic tapestry woven
with uneven threads and patchwork
processes humanity has distilled into
averages and medians and experts
who think they’ve outwitted god
through postulating perpetual motion
towards Hell or Nirvana or Haley’s comet
whatever stops the itch
burning a hole in our collective consciousness
regardless of our upbringing we’re wired
to ask why are we ******* here
until the question becomes heavy
and our knees buckle and we
kneel at the feet of something
other than the ground we’re standing on
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
My life changed on a whim.
For no particular reason I watched a squirrel scurry up a tree.
He, or she (but not an it), stared at me.
They went branch to branch, stopping here and there to observe their new observer.
And how many times has this moment passed by, going unnoticed.
How many times had this animal instinct been drowned out by the clutter of daily life.
It wasn’t as though I had disregarded life before, but this was a fundamental awakening.
Before I could wrap my head around the simplicity of this divine happenstance,
I saw a cardinal swoop down on a fence-post a few feet away.
Again, I was enveloped in the novelty of this life.
I was in a state of dull wonder, looking at the vibrant red, the low swoop of the crown, the small of the body.
The trance broke, another squirrel scurried past me and up a tree.
I noticed this one bore a scar.
The hind leg was stripped of fur.
The skin wore the discoloration of freshly healed flesh.
They too, stared at me, perhaps perplexed that it was being watched.
I walked on.
Then finishing my morning walk, I noticed many things.
It was not just life that was intriguing me, it was the way the mundane began to scream at me.
I walked through abandoned lots, noting the way their roads would crack and crumble.
I noticed broken security cameras from long departed offices and buildings.
I noticed the broken marlin in the trash heap behind some house, no longer sporting its beak.
I noticed an old ford with a rubber rifle shell for an antenna and a load of wood planks in its bed.
I noticed a graffiti stick figure on the short bridge, some dystopian cave painting.
All of that to say, a hidden world became revealed.
A world that existed underneath my own, blurred by its previously perceived unimportance.
So now, I wonder what to do with this knowledge.
I think I’ll borrow its magic.
I think I’ll write down the bizarre normalcy that I see.
A running list of averages.
It is the beginning of something.
A door has opened.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
All through life
Society tells us
To use our words
Yet they represent us
Through numbers
To them we are
Social Security numbers
Credit/Debit Card numbers
Part of a statistic
Or demographic
Measuring our
Height
And weight
Our Grade Point Averages
Our IQ
Our Age
Yet they dare tell us that our most
Powerful
And influential tools
Are our words
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
Yelling free my Negus.
They just be trying to eat, and make a living.
Now the 1% making a killing,
because my brothers stuck in private prisons.
We dying in these streets,
Crying behind steel doors.
Use your mind while its still yours.
Knowledge makes a man unfit to be a slave.
A quote the government still ignores.
They adore our culture,
Steal all they can from us like vultures.
Savages that only care about annual profit averages,
And the status quo.
Just know we gone make it through this sadness,
Learn your history so we won't repeat this madness.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
You are so much more than the number on the scale or the averages on your transcripts.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
i’m singing happiness,
from a place of despair.
Those dark lights
emphasis the spark
of brightness lost in the night.
as we soldier on,
with a chip on our shoulder,
weapons at arms,
take a moment to relax,
reload,
and aim for the stars
We don't mean you no harm,
and I know that it's strange,
to aim for the target
knowing those bullets aint remotely in range.
do it again,
we do it again,
we’ll see how close we can get,
anyway.
In the darkness we slept in world records of our evenings,
believing in better days.
maybe,
but knowing better anyway.
the law of averages say it in lehmans terms,
i’m the reason for the medium,
the yin and yang of the best made plans.
they never last until completion,
just good intentions and interventions,
it could of meant something to someone surely.
if not me,
i’m bored by the habitual routines,
a scene only has meaning,
if it’s set with intention from beings,
if you get what i mean.
so long society,
as i quietly slip from your succulent grasp.
i’ve been meaning to ask do you swallow them whole?
or do you devour the body first,
and then feed on the soul?
society has forsaken me,
i won’t go quietly into the slot for me,
live life like a slot machine,
accosted by the cost of life and human beings.
Waiting patiently for the payout that never comes.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
We, after years,
run into each other in the deli
you with your children,
I with none,
exchanging pleasantries
and introductions
and effusive promises to keep in touch.
You tell me about your burgeoning family,
but I do not hear you --
your voice is a static of statistics:
ages, birthdates, soccer victories, grade point averages...
As you talk
all I can think about
is the pale blush of your *******
and the little row of sweet kisses
I left between them
so long ago.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
This wanting of a limelight
To find expression in all the scatter
To cause a pause in a fast city
And expect to be made an offer
Is it ever about an individual?
To a state's organism we are abstracts
To fit into a statistic of averages
And the results are deemed to be facts
This wanting of a limelight
Because you think you matter
All people can offer you is pity
As part of an organized disaster
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
and rustled the paper
and went straight to
the sports section and the
box scores where statistics can be
compared relative across generations
completely missed the obituaries
the Editorials
the Advertisements
because
Batting Averages Yards Gained
Touchdowns Home Runs
Saves
are comparative back through centuries,
Editorials and ads are slanted.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
In this world,
And I say "this world"
Because there might be another
Where you don't get a coffee
In a warm lit cafe
Instead you drink something similar
That isn't called a coffee
In a place that doesn't even look like a cafe
In this world
We cannot just ride the same bus
With a person we've seen in a film
We cannot go to a place
And expect it will feel like home
We cannot do our rounds and shifts
And just let it be any thing
Other than mundane
We go on without having to clink our glasses
With the person we want to be there
We go on reading books alone
In a room full of voices of people
Without having one to ask you about the title
I go on waking up every morning
And not find your deep, baby blue eyes
Because in this world
We had to endure distances
In this world
We had to find comfort in isolation
In this world
We can never be together
But maybe in another we can
In another, we're much more of a free soul
Wise men did say
That there can be an infinity of worlds
Where the things that are not
Are is in another
We're not that in this world
But maybe in a different one
We are
Or maybe here
We can
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
You darling
Me failed
Failed of all
grammar
Failed from
within
Oof oof
Me darling
You caveman
And I'm assailed-
You with your
tuxedo grin
and me with
my crinoline
(Dance dance
dance away
from him)
Away from
Averages that
Don't average
If you know what
I mean (darling
Death hurts less
than to take it
on the chin)
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
There was a girl.
She didn't know who she was.
The world didn't pass her by though;
She seized every opportunity,
got the good grades,
met the good people,
volunteered where she could.
It wasn't enough.
She didn't know who she was.
What happens when she leaves highschool?
When 97% averages no longer define her.
All the **** expectations and pressure,
has crushed her dreams so she is left lost.
Everyone expects her to go far,
to do amazing things,
to be herself.
But who the hell is she?
The girl thinks.
Constantly seeking validation for her ideas,
pushing herself to such extremes,
where she could do permanent damage.
What the hell is she going to do without all the support of other people?
She'll crash and burn.
We know this.
She'll work her *** off but never get anywhere.
At least thats what the girl thinks.
She's scared.
She feels like a helpless baby deer.
Nowhere to turn no idea what the future holds.
Who the hell is she.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC