"derivation" poems
Dear Calculator
I am in love with you for no reason
My palm slowly touches you
Hardly press you
Again and Again
Again and Again
Finally you bring smile in my face
A smile that could give another smile
or no smile
If no smile is given
Literally I put you down
And face palm
if yes still catches you
Softly and gently
Calculation of taxation to Addition
Pain and sorrow with division to subtraction
My beautiful love with Interrogation
The Chemistry of Derivation is simply Awful
Equation of love is really useful
Yes! Calculator you make my life thoughtful
And the result is always Fruitful
©Saujan Gyawali
11 November 2014
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
The Land of Nod (Hebrew: ארץ נוד, eretz-Nod)
is a place mentioned in the Book of Genesis
of the Hebrew Bible, located "on the east of Eden"
(qidmat-‘Eden), where Cain was exiled
by God after Cain had murdered his brother Abel;
According to Genesis 4:16:
_And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD,
and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden._
(וַיֵּ֥צֵא קַ֖יִן מִלִּפְנֵ֣י יְהוָ֑ה וַיֵּ֥שֶׁב בְּאֶֽרֶץ־נֹ֖וד קִדְמַת־עֵֽדֶן)
"Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod is usually taken to mean
that one takes up a wandering life. Genesis 4:17
relates that after arriving in the Land of Nod,
Cain's wife bore him a son, _Enoch_,
in whose name he built the first city;
"Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod can mean to live
a wandering life; Gesenius defines (נוּד) as follows:
_TO BE MOVED, TO BE AGITATED_
(Arab. ناد Med. Waw id.), used of a reed
shaken by the wind, 1Ki.14:15; hence to wander,
to be a fugitive, Jer. 4:1; Gen. 4:12, 14; Ps.56:9;
to flee, Ps. 11:1; Jer. 49:30. Figuratively, Isa. 17:11,
נֵד קָצִיר "the harvest has fled" ["but see נֵד ,"
which some take in this place as the subst.]
Much as Cain's name is connected
to the verb meaning "to get" in Genesis 4:1,
the name "Nod" closely resembles the word
"nad" (נָ֖ד), usually translated as "vagabond",
in Genesis 4:12. (In the Septuagint's rendering
of the same verse, God curses Cain
to τρέμων, "trembling")
A Greek version of Nod written as Ναίν
appearing in the _Onomastica Vaticana_
possibly derives from the plural נחים,
which relates to resting and sleeping;
This derivation, coincidentally or not,
connects with the English pun on "nod";
Josephus wrote in Antiquities of the Jews
(c. AD 93) that Cain continued his wickedness
in Nod: resorting to violence and robbery;
establishing weights and measures;
transforming human culture from innocence
into craftiness and deceit; establishing
property lines; and building a fortified city;
Nod is said to be outside of the presence
or face of God: Origen defined Nod
as the land of trembling and wrote
that it symbolized the condition of all
who forsake God; Early commentators
treated it as the opposite of Eden
(worse still than the land of exile
for the rest of humanity); In the English tradition
Nod was sometimes described as a desert
inhabited only by ferocious beasts or monsters;
Others interpreted Nod as dark or even
underground—away from the face of God—
Augustine described unconverted Jews as
dwellers in the land of Nod, which he defined
as commotion and "carnal disquietude"
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
a fair question, deserving of thought,
goodly soft care and hard consideration,
strangely, instantly and undeniable,
one worldly, word achieves **********
whether first or foremost,
après ma raison d'être,
cannot list, nor rank or certain state,
yet my heart repeats, nation, nation,
my understanding, instant and complete
worthy journey to self-fulfillment,
contentedly unhappy to be permanently,
one poem short on the one continuum,
the-road-trip to salvation,
my end, my finality / our self-acualization
aking pagtatapos, ang aking katotohanan
my einde, my realiteit
fen m 'yo, reyalite mwen
akhir saya, realiti saya
ma fin, ma réalité
M
write of the ifs of a man's life,
and come aboutface to conclusions,
instant and long in the making,
there are willing ears on this globe,
welcoming me open armed, opened lipped,
knowing firstly this open-eyed greeting,
welcome poet, tell us
for we are one nation, everywhere invisible,
indivisible with liberty and justice inherent,
creation our common good, in fact it is our
lifelong wares and goods, letter by letter composing,
we sell for the price of free
This then single common currency,
our ouro, derivation of
languages multi and mellifluous here spoke,
this my/our nation where birthright and
citizenship ego-and-geo boundless,
my loves, continentally arrayed,
to whom I pledge until last breath
utter all, guttural devotion
when one of us creates,
good manifests, I care not
in what tongue,
for our tongues
intertwine and intertaste
this one flavor,
communitas,
meine gemeinschaft, meine gesellschaft
where spoken
goodness all the days of life,
it has goodly gotten me to you...
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
Their interpretations are out
in the public domain,
either derivation serves.
Long drawn Ethmolgy
often over reaches,
Random pretentiousness increases,
until Lexicons are suppliant
causing loopholes to lessen.
trying to excogitate meaning !
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
A Division of Mathematics
Adding great value to it
Multiplying its applications
Reducing laborious means
Going on logical steps
Riding on its riders
Gliding on its theorems
Solving hitches and glitches
Assuming things as “x”
Applying rational methods
Adopting sequential steps
Solving problems complex
Starting with assumption
Running through derivation
Following brilliant notion
Deciphering through perception
Grand in concepts
Grand in derivations
Grand in suppositions
Resolving problems in a grand manner
Mother of mathematics
Mother of logics
Cracking all mysteries
By initializing things as “x”
Assuming God as “x”
Following tenets and commandments
Living life on virtues and truth
Surely shall we know what “x” is
And what “I” am and what “V” (we) are
And surely shall we know that
X=I=V is Life’s Algebra.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
God knows how to help us all finely
At the right time, He will nicely strike
His calculations are indeed strange
But, at last, He will make Justice win
He will never act swiftly to establish
As His mills always grind very slowly
But, in the end, He will prove His power
And the World will be greatly stunned
Normally all will go steady despite blunders
They will pursue injustice without conscience
They will act foolishly for temporary gains
God will register His supremacy superbly
Never think that God has remained passive
Such an idea is the worst derivation possible
Nothing can miss His watchful attention
He in one stroke notices the whole Cosmos
So, today, do a justifiable act cheating none
Keep your conscience clean and neat dear
God is supervising all our acts very keenly
Any error will get proper treatment no doubt.
mvvenkataraman
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
I would sell myself a bill of goods
Before I would ever inveigh
The babble
That some-have the chutz-puh
To accept as some obscure
Personal quest
That they must compel
Themselves to fulfill
As the Tower Of Babel was
To the intrangient zealots
As they go about
Invoking invidiousness
Binging on the intoxicating inversion
Of partisan opinionativeness
Quoting as they go
"Do unto me not as I do unto you"
When... In a chronometric second
Any possible bipartisan thoughts
That they may truly possess
Has passed through their cinderblock brain
Like the ray of light
On a birefringent trajectory
Unable to acknowledge or accept either one
As the refracting action
Accentuates the intolerance
Invalidating them for
The total lack
Of introspection
Resulting from the
Total absence
Of any biological binder
That on any level would ever
Allow even the slightest sprig
Of libertarian thought
To escape deracination
Slamming the lid tightly
In hopes that noone would see
The dividends that grow from
The derivation as a desideratum
People who can't see it
Personally.... I don't need em.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
Years will add up , so does your ages
smiles,sadness,laughter,all will come by
will experience everything before your eye
Neither the formula of gravity nor the derivation of elasticity
could stay in your memory or in your life's story
only times when you laughed over,
times when you joked around,
times when being loved by someone,
can only live longer,and will etch deeply in your heart..
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
Imagine loving someone with the diligence and care of a blind person reading Braille, fingers scanning bumps, tactile derivation of understanding
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Opening up choice, optional outlets
Voiced sections of our minds escaped
Safety was in silence; speech impeded
Powerful penned action leaves the
Skull to crack open thought processes
Others see into their minds by way of derivation
Interaction captured, swooping into bludgeon
Spat out red remarks dissolving us, turning over
The table of plenty and offending, devaluing self regard
Talking us out of being who we are....yet leaves
Replaying the turntable of our minds
Rinsed out mouths might penetrate the circle of
Tight lips, forced shut by silent expectation
Fear and squirming ruling our fingertips, wrapping
Knuckles pressed firmly to the flesh of repression
Gold dust sprinkles the high life, cuts short the
Intrinsic pain, lends a hand in the greedy depths
Of finding a way through the webs of sarcasm
The veiling pretence is insidious in flavour
Tastes sweet to the tongue, once swallowed... too late
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
familial sea
asteroid debris
plagued black sun
the chain undone
derivation drought
acetylene light burnt out
sands of a surname
run through veins as aspartame
in departed sons & daughters
blood is thicker than water
but drains ever so faster
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
I wonder what its like to look at a mirror, stare at your reflection and not want to reject it
Eject it into a vat of ether so it burns slow like tuna casserole
I know i shouldn't be writing about these things but its been haunting me since i was 16
Still young and somewhat pristine but no one went my way like cards on a riverboat, I've hid that feeling for a long time with an overcoat
Made of self deprecation and little derivation from that formula of running from things i cant see, but you cant avoid your own feelings
When they hammer into you like nails on a wall,
Its a winder I'm still standing up posted like a ghostbuster in city hall...
I wouldve been gone years ago, bur music saved me y'all.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
In the early frosted morning sunshine of our love
we laid the groundwork for a garden
the foundations and the walls, the borders of the beds,
a classical explosion of trusting sturdy boxwoods,
bright perennials, risky annuals
their bulbs entrusted to this fertile soil.
Flowers of exotic derivation
and those of timeless grace flourish
leaf to leaf, petals touching stamens
as we dig, plant, tending, cheek to cheek, our love.
Each new planting an experience, and
each new shared experience the planting,
a new species, a new bright blossom introduced into our garden.
We grow our garden fresh and bright,
encouraging deep roots - they demand less maintenance.
Boundaries and borders so cleanly laid
blur with the comfort of time.
Inevitable weeds blow in, over strong walls.
Even Eden needed weeding, and the
comfortable passage of years proves our garden
no exception. Still in all,
the rest are out, and we are in.
Each **** our **** each thorn our thorn;
this is once and always our place,
our space to tend, sacred and secret,
this garden of our love.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
... and WHY.
I write extemporaneously.
Now there's a million dollar word!
What does it mean?
It is defined as working, writing
or speaking without preparation.
Anything that is off the top of your
head. Off the cuff.
Is there anything a writer would like more? To be able to sit down and let those words flow like a spring. The subconscious fully aligned with the conscious mind. This is the very essence of inspiration!
What is the derivation of the word inspiration? To inhale. To breathe in.*
It is like your lungs are your conscious mind and the subconsciousness is the very atmosphere around you!
When I write the words are inhaled. They just come. Very seldom do i cogitate. I want my words to be cogant here. I don't want preconcieved cognition!
Are you totally confused now? Why?
Your vocabulary. There are words you don't understand in my last paragraph. Perhaps the words *cogitate, cogant and cognition?
LOOK THEM UP!* Use a good dictionary and get the definition. The CORRECT definition. Read ALL the definitions and use them in sentances of your own making. That way they are in your head. They are not only part of your conscious mind but your subconscious mind as well!!! SO NOW THEY ARE IN YOUR ATMOSPHERE TO BREATHE!
Am I making sense? Let me know via the site message system if you don't understand.
Look it up. R E A D. Voraciously.
And write. WRITE. W R I T E!!!
*Why do I write?*
To release pent up feelings. When you're able to tap into the subconscious mind it is a release.
AND
For the sheer joy of doing so!
You will understand once you start writing as I do. Anyone can do it.
A N Y O N E.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Excuse me please while I indulge
naughtiness born of lust
a restlessness I’ll cater to
revel in full latitude
to which ends I can’t admit
suffice to say it was obscene
in the eyes of proper folk
not admitting to the same
this tag is made on judgment's tongue
admitting more by the unsaid
when jealousy may be implied
as virtue struggles to stay alive
freedom lives beyond these taunts
devilry on personal terms
though the actions may seem *****
compared to those who push all curves
a derivation of what’s fun
sourced in consent between two souls
or maybe more if the crowd
convenes to play in carefulness
in private spaces away from most
not advertising except to say
fellow travelers may apply
leave convention at the door.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181208.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
Think it a wound
That has been cut open,
All of this
Pouring out of some person.
As blood like ichor.
Of Uranus a pouch, a receptacle, a quiver;
Time in consumption,
Like an arrow autochthonic
In the breast of existence.
Nursing the young.
Of Cronus a reflection, a refection, a ripple;
Time in digestion,
Like an innominate derivation
From the navel of continuance.
Bringing them up.
Of Zeus a reverberation, a spark, a sliver;
Time in expression,
Like an aborted secret
From the honey of speleothemas.
Shaping them out.
Of Apollo a radiance, a ray, a participle;
Time in extension,
Like an auspicious countenance
From the mucilage of angiospermae.
Birthing the echo.
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 9:04 PM UTC
Just a glimpse of you
All the season's blue
A fiscal derivation
Devised by two
I want to kiss you
To hold do
As the stars swirl
And comets flow
I long to hold
you so
Soon the sun will rise
The moon will set
I will be always
with you
Last star , first star
I wish tonight
I love you
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
divergence divergence
meet me at ten
i could kiss your monotone lips, your lighted eyes
in your quick glances a grander feeling
floating like a feather in spite of you
effortless
by your command, your suggestion, your guidance
working on up through towards never equaling infinity
resistance creates a larger slope
but resist we try as we make room for the never-coming
i know you see right through (but not in)
and it's a **** good thing because the message isn't clear
computing, comparing, contrasting still
deliberate derivation, patient integration
a mistake i would make again
to feel the security of then
and the ever-outstanding promise of the rendezvous
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
English village timed out under a cloud,
questions asked of strangers
and their intent.
Bubble wrapped in picteuresque hue,
comical telephone box book exchange
a pub's wall smothered in New Music Express pages,
forever expounding the 1990s.
The wildlife park pervading
through the air,
less thoroughfare more nasal flare.
Perhaps they should live by their derivation
a place where sheep were washed.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
What is this
Joyride you're taking?
Happy suns and pleasant night
Freedom reigning, joy,joy
What is this?
This reign that makes me reign
Is not the rain that made me rain
So I question it's validity
It's derivation?
A problem. Maybe it's a problem.
Maybe it's a scream
Maybe this Joyride
Is running on thoughts of deliverance
Echos of finality
The wonders of the absolute.
This reign? That rain?
That shine
That shine
That smudge
I see a smudge in it
This smudge?
Am I overthinking again?
Is this subconscious anxiety?
My reign ?
My rain?
My wants, my wants are delivered
They are delivered
And this is first class deliverance
From an economy sender
Am I wrong
To question it's origins?
Am I wrong,
To wonder ?
To see what you believed a ghost
I've seen him
I see him
It's possessed you
That reign
Or was it the rain
That held your spirit all along?
How much does it cost,this possession?
Is it free ?
Or are you making your last payment?
Is this your down payment?
What do you owe ?
Do you owe?
Did it owe you?
This reign,
Or that rain ?
I kneel for rain
For hopes of its previous passing
And this spectrum
Is 3 dimensional
I kneel for reign
And it's longevity
In you
I clasp for it
I bow to it.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC