"integer" poems
You swell some strain on me,
You, middle kingdom!
Eradicating small detachments,
Of both sailors and marines.
They were ranked on islets and reefs,
With an integer of nine –
There in the island next to me,
I’m sure, you know who Spratly is.
Always wanting such detachment
To be eradicated by your own;
Now stationed
On a World War II era landing ship.
Your toy-ships came near me,
With 9-kilometer of the LST.
“It’s there illegally,”
How adamant that be!
I’ve tipped you off already,
Surely will I stand firm!
Then, you’ve countered me on! –
Opting for the ******** of more skyscrapers;
Those that are on stilts;
Now nearby two Reefs & a Bank? –
Nearby my darling Palawan Island!
“There is no room at all,”
For the negotiation on some point,
You’ve declared.
Oh, here’s my friend, U.S.
Left us with course of action to try;
Everyone calm down,
Be less provocative.
For often, he flies over;
Probing some stuffs.
You are the biggest offender, my friend;
In this dispute, you show no sign of slowing;
Or backing, down.
But hey, I won’t give up!
(9/9/13)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Nothing is absolute
And there are countless variables thrown into the mix
Do your best to simplify
Search for those high exponents to bring your base to a better place
No need for negativity
Times can get adverse and even inverse
But you must remain in power as an integer
There is no substitute for you
Distribute some of your positiveness
To all groupings of coefficients
And their properties
You have yet to reach your prime, but you will
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
I want to write a poem
but I have to write code instead
There can be a kind of poetry in code
especially my code
I'm proud of the elegant design
of my loops and logics
my streamlined systems
My code flows
pulling the User along effortlessly
guiding them gracefully from one end of the black box to the other
and out again
No Errors
My code flows
secret haikus left in comment blocks
for other programmers to find
like digital hieroglyphics on virtual cave walls
test data populated with pantheons and
mystical chants from faraway lands
My code flows
water of ones
in sea of zeroes
pouring through me
from aether to mind to muscle to machine
bit by bit
block by block
stacked upon stack
module into module through function and parameters passed
My code flows
flows through me
until the integer flips
the Boolean switch
change of state
status update
now compiled and crystallized
Executable
and then passed on
leaving me
out of my hands
disseminated to The Users
like a prayer to a congregation
I hear the clicking fingers of their choir
singing the song of my code
now flowing through Them
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
They stopped making Pennies out of Copper here in the US back in 1982 because it was literally too expensive per Penny to mint them; now they're Zinc with a very thin copper plating.
Pennies made between 1909 and 1982 weigh in at 3.1g: 95% Copper; worth 2.5 Cents.
Pennies made after 1982 weigh in at 2.5g: 97.5% Zinc, 2.5% Copper; worth .45 Cents.
They started to lose Money on the minting of Pennies;
I feel that this is indicative of a deeper-rooted problem
than can be fixed by switching the composition of a Coin.
Pennies now are worth about a fifth of what they were just over Thirty years ago;
Yet they still represent the same integer of Currency.
The American Dollar has seen better days
The American Dollar seems on it's last legs.
Back in the day, money was fixed to mineral values,
but it seems now that Money is in the Eye of the Beholder, rather than the Hand of the Holder.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
The Searching Yeti and UFO/
Stocked home love of youth and foe/
mysteries of deep, songs that bellow/
I'm waving wheat surrounding crop circle/
and I Am The Bed with Fibonacci flower
holding on to summer showers
The hot oil tuned in chopped green thyme/
wrinkled strips sandy brown sugared lines/
tossed on foul fried, lemon and vinegar /
long or short grain I'll be the same integer/
I Am The Bed of rice soaked in what you savor
The breath of air/
Vibration! Everywhere?
Pitter Patter Crescendo Flare...
Ready for rivers of precipitation /
before Pen and Paper dissemination /
I Am The Bed dried wide open
Streaming to the notion ocean.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
i once met an old
man
who did
sudoku
with ink and
pen
black or blue
it didn't
much matter
one way
or another
so long as
it was never
pencil
he despised
pencil on
principle
on those rare
occasions
when he'd make a
mistake
he refused
to cross out the incorrect
integer
i asked him
why
one sunny
summer day
and he told me
that we can't cross out
our choices
or erase
our mishaps
we can only
turn the page
and on he went
to his next
puzzle
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
#
I'm very good with numbers; Always been inside my brain
They freely shift and move about; Allowed to dance and play
However, one equation baffles and confuses me
That one plus one will equal two; This is not what I see
It's people who must be confused; Wrong value they give "one"
Because the single integer alone can't have much fun
It's only with another "one" first one will come to life
With purpose, reason, starts to smile; Now feeling satisfied
The presence of the second one gives first one happiness
When one is standing all alone life has not much to give
Can not survive a vacuum; It is dark and empty space
No digit there to interact; One's value just a waste
Some people disagree with me; Say one is fine alone
And doesn't need another one for value to be shown
I don't completely disagree but my experience
That I feel most fulfilled with life when I receive and give
The elegance of the exchange; Where miracles exist
Life's greatest gift is that of love but with it there's one twist
How it takes two to tango; Love is not a solo dance
To give another all your heart is taking a big chance
But can't compare reward to risk; The blissful ecstasy
Cause "one" is more like just a half but with love it's complete
#
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
He became the unknown algorithm,
a figure defined in schizophrism
all hail,
the archetype has risen
and let us go to war.
An integer slung beneath a gun
crunching bullets
watch them stun,
all hail
the archetype has come
and let us go to war.
It's Friday did you expect some peace?
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
this marauding dark.
a bleak behemoth ---
the head of the chimera.
integer by
blind integer,
life's
absolute emptiness.
a sidereal zero.
caught in the web
of a relentless
tarantula.
this
dead end
or this ***** in
the armor.
life's what you make it.
i make it like this:
intractable like a fiend,
these words unsheathe like
rusting swords in old scabbards.
i astonish death with smallness.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
earbuds buzz,
indic of incoming friendly fire,
another love song,
hardly differing,
what’s the big deal?
uh oh, oh no,
only transformered into an ****** boy soon
to be out loud squealing
for that’s not the way a poet’s brain operates,
a surgical insertion of a poetic inquiry brings a repetitive inquisition's painful honesty
and a new commitment commission now inescapably upfront~facing
even for the
low priestly devotee of
only
love
poetry!
Has anyone ever said to you
I want to hold you forever?
Have you ever told anyone
I want to hold you forever?
oh my god!
*the brain is racked, a fav torture of the self-
inquisitors, more awful than version physical,
my balance disturbed, my soul perturbed,
which the greater, my enabled loss or
my failure?*
*for a detailed search of history personnelle
(of course! it is a feminine noun)
registers no results, given or received,
the hurt of the how, can it be, OLP never
uttered this most greatest
declaration of love?*
and then/there, by the River East, a most public place, old man is seen uncontrollably
weeping, a non-gendered English verb,
reported the New York Post
tabloid newspaper
small thanks, photo had my back bent,
my face remained hidden, but revealed agony
of the twisted prostrate figure leaning over
the railing as he rails like an exile
or a hostage
*and there’s no answer forthcoming, no coverup, just an existential howling in
recognition that the opportunity has likely
disappeared, and the sky answers not
when begged*
***why me, why me, for the silence
is answer enough, never was I willing to
raise the gate protective, high enough to
stand before another, unclothed and
impurities revealed
surrender myself to accept or
give out or give in to
that most
wonderful risk***
and the weeping
doesn’t cease,
it is doesn’t soothe
or ease,
for the division’s remainder
remains less than a
whole integer
how can I call myself,
only a love poet?
and I answer
my self
with a teary silence
of an unanswered
curse
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 7:28 AM UTC
Call it a Dream
I see it Fulfilled
As yet, may not seem
Believe or not its real
Amid zero and decimal
I'm a lonely integer
Craving for another number
Love to cross a border
I'm so single like 1
Hoping for a turn
To my left is Zero
To my right is a point
Far beyond point is you
A step beyond Zero is 2
To my heart u are 1
To my sight you are 8
Swiftly, i crossed the border
Neither the eyes nor the heart are wrong
A pretty Figure 8 encapsulated in 1
Her eyes beseech love, her lips so tender.
Added up like addition
Ignoring the law of substraction
Mathematically, we are 2
Realistically, we are 1
So take my hands lets flow
Like d water in a hose
The bible directs my vision
You are my dream.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Dear consumer,
To whom it may concern
Eye found access to success through word therapy
I am in control of my lifes legacy
Life as an integer in your prime
Dodging all the negatives to get to the positive vibes
Only to break even on the odd ball jackpot
Don't say a word to contradict your goals
Anything to get my own households
Shine from the inside and dark on the outside
The Cemetary doesn't make me cry
I believe the dead live more after life
Watch your words cause your words watch you
Sub conscious pattern controlling your view
Wake up human and drink morning dew
Back to the head line
Analyse your victim before terrorizing their perception territory
A model rather then a theory
The emotional intelligency
Dressed for the occasion and act like winning
Speak to the mirror and thank your presence
Break through your habit disorder
The human will remember everything before the word "and"
Forget everything before "but"
The dynamics to verbal behaviour.....
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
In retrospect I'd inspect elements that led me to neglect
and I'd tell you you're the best and I'm not perfect
memories I collect of brief moments in secret
Never for the fore, am I cheap or is it my stature you abhor?
I was second in the first place, it left me sore
Sour I grew but I always needed more...
More of you, more of your presence
Searching for myself in you, unfurning your essence
How I enjoyed taking whiffs at your scent
How rich I felt with a few cents
Just near you and your calm excellence
Just to talk to you and say nothing at all
Just that it is you I adore
But I fail to succeed to make you mine
My wits were shy, I should've known it would always be that other guy
I kiss your absence and embrace the thoughts of you... I die. It kills me that even as time flies you cannot rhyme with I
...in this; when I say "I" you should sigh and say: "I am You"
But The demands I cannot provide and so I dive into the sea of opportunity
I calculate the odds of love, I go as an integer hoping for duality
And I find that everybody belongs to everybody but me .. I die.
And live again.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
There is always the square root
the road to nirvana
the mathematical equation
that solves the dilemma.,
the indigent integer that
itches my conscience and the
point that floats before my eyes.
Triangulating my position on the road to
perdition, at least I know where I am.
If the cat's in the black box and the white box
is bare,
is the cat really there?.
The idiot in me says it must be,
seeing's believing they say,
what colour is the cat that's meant to deceive?
Equations flow freely through the nearly enough now
and the answers flood in with the mail.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
You're a constant attraction
A shimmer in a magpies eye
You're a prize, to be revered and cherished.
I'd like to feel like it's not my fault to want you.
That it's not a defect
Or a flaw
Or something I feel compelled to hurt myself to accept.
I'm somewhere on that spectrum,
And I know how far along
And the idea of being an integer coordinate scares me.
You're soft, and smiling and captivating.
And I want to hold and kiss and touch
And unfold secrets
And cause smiles to blossom.
I've never had you so close, and I want you closer still.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
Its back to the basics....lyrically I was locked in a basement
I pulled out with patience..to only figure out what the combination of the safe is
Opponents shouldn't feel the safest
now that I am out, I will attack with the heat of Satan
sticky situations, suddenly slither beneath your face lite
fire burning turning applying pressure like a bracelet
smoke floods the room, then consumes with a source of hatred
the equation is suffocation...adding insult to injury, iron hands for the strangulation
a mist of the darkest entity is heavily filled with aggravation
a colored room dims dull, the result is desaturation
a tear to a basic word, is a rip to communication
an assault of the human basics
is taunt for the scared to play with
I summer salt..
only to land in a land with others who sculpt, there words out of pure passion
I ignite like a lighter to many matches..letters light, when the minds active
highlighted by spilled acid..my literature is but an integer, in a world that's radioactive
mutations form by the masses...
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
The milk run appears like
flesh trade. A bigamous
marriage with two ideologies.
The politics looks like
a fudged slogan. The silence
was broken by screams.
A dwindling faith, could
not revive the ancient Buddha.
There was no pity, no sorrow.
Activism wades on home―
turf. The colossal night
releases the lynx vision.
I am the cipher, you
said, will not connect
to any integer.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Is it my fault
That you cannot
Follow me into
The darkest rooms
Failing to see
The click clacking
Of death tracking
Innocence
Failing to feel
Parallels of pain
Emotions you can’t name
Am I to blame
Because I softened my words
To be heard
Whispered
Instead of yelling
Smiled and joked
Instead of crying
So you kept lying
To yourself
Measuring value
As an integer of wealth
Check marked
Your vacant heart
Filling infinity
With nothing
Is it my fault
Because
I did not argue harder
For the sane way
Did not strain
Enough to say
Please stay
With me
And our shared humanity
Now your boots
Sound of conformity
A terrible drum
Poking me
And I can see
Where this beat
Leads
But you will not
Believe me
So when you reach for
The cold and deadly knife
Stuck in the heart of humanity
To pull it out
And bleed out
When you finally see and agree
Will you blame or forget me
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
I used to be an integer
Now I'm a fraction of what I used to be
My problems multiplied exponentially
To sum it up, I'm looking for value
A good addition, someone to love me
Who won't divide us from the other
It's my theory of relativity
So let's have a slice of pi
A walk down lover’s lane
We'd be perfect numbers
Without need to explain
Why we fit together
Oh so equally
The perfect equation
I hope you're into me
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
THEOREM: √2 is not a rational number
ASSUME: √2 is a rational number
i.e. √2 = X/Y where X, Y are integers with no common factors (1)
(cos by definition that what it means to be a rational number)
==> (√2)^2 = (X/Y)^2 (2) (by squaring (^) each side)
==> 2 = X^2/Y^2 (3) (by multiplying everything out)
==> 2Y^2 = X^2 (4) (by multiplying both sides by Y^2)
==> X^2 = 2Y^2 (5) (by reversing the equation)
==> X^2 is even (6) (cos 2 times anything is even)
==> X is even (7) (cos if X it were odd, X^2 would be odd)
==> X = 2P where P is some other positive integer (8)
(cos by definition that’s what it means for X to be even)
(4) and (8) ==> 2Y^2 = (2P)^2 (9) (by substituting for X)
==> 2Y^2 = 4P^2 (10) (by multiplying everything out)
==> Y^2 = 2P^2 (11) (by dividing both sides by 2)
==> Y^2 is even (12) (cos 2 times anything is even)
==> Y is even (13) (cos if Y it were odd, Y^2 would be odd)
==> Y = 2Q where Q is some other positive integer (14)
(cos by definition that’s what it means for Y to be even)
(1), (8) and (14) ==> X/Y = 2P/2Q (17) (by substituting for X and Y)
==> X and Y have a common factor of 2 (18) (cos we can see the 2’s)
==> The assumption at (1) is false (19)
(cos it says: “X, Y are integers with no common factors”)
==> √2 is NOT rational
Q.E.D
POETRY!
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 6:17 PM UTC
Subtracting light and bleeding into night though white and not,not dark a spot lets through a little piece of you, and you
not knight,a damsel in distress could I do any less than save?
I am a slave upon this summer time, a bee line making humming sound and finding solid ground to stretch my intellect,yet I subtract another integer,point another middle finger,bleed a little lingering,waiting for my lady to sing to me and too readily I agree another touch upon this key in life,in life that's all I see,the dark and light,the melody,the reasoning,the happiness and misery,the woe,the war,the deaf,the blind who cannot see,therefore I consider,lucky me who has so much,who has the touch to touch upon the chords that make up me the song,sing on and so it goes.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
-
**** turns out i'm good at
fanboy lit.*
or what i should rather say,
the beast
that constitutes
the sound technicians
at music feeds studio,
even with a cheap
SoundMAGIC
headphones
inserted into a samsung
device...
nirvana...
notably with the following
track ghost's
rendition of their song ritual...
otherwise the burned
version by 22valkryia's
channel...
yet there's a more subtle
point,
i never really appreciated
metallica...
because the rhythm
guitar section almost always
overshadowed
the cushion underpinning
of employing a bass guitar
to make a drummer
less pots and pans
and actual drums...
so...
i could never pick up the bass
notes in their music...
well, apart from devil's dance,
but... that's hardly an
argument...
if i can't pick up
on the bass guitar presence,
i don't know why the music
has to lean so much on rhythm guitar,
rhythm guitarist's megalomania
i suppose...
it's still amazing
to appreciate the golden ratio
element of how to synchronise
all the instruments, with the vocals,
condensed into a bite
rather than just overblown
concernt hall orchestral suites...
golden ratio interpretation?
the following schematic:
*d:v
=*
with instruments in between
the extremes grinding teeth,
i.e. synchronised flow,
d? drums
v? vocals...
if drums are in synch. ratio
to the vocals,
authentic melody can
"rummage"
between them...
always the missing bass line
in metallica,
overbearing with rhythm guitar...
i'm not surprised why
9,260,609 people have
listened to this track
at 01:47 sunday march 4th...
and to think that
something like https://oeis.org/A060707
(the online encyclopedia
of integer sequences)
exists...
and here's me,
a pauper with a poem.
i have absolutely no idea
what motivates me to write these
bites into a blank canvas,
just today i "discovered" 4chan.
little help did it do me,
arthur scherbius
and his antithesis
alan turing,
and now this:
users,
content creators...
if i were to make my bets:
i'm collateral (in the adjective form)
but hey,
in the meantime there's the remaining
whiskey,
and this track
of music
that's infuriatingly good
in the capacity to cause
a shiver.
in the memory of: martyrs.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
I'm the king of never failing
propitiating my god-class retorts
getting wet and splashing in the pool
massive belly rivaled by my ego
and my brain's tissues got more wrinkles
than the amount of digits on your hands
you were always supposed to be
more than a statistic
I've spent months tracking you down
like a psychostatic ecclesiastic
a loose cannon, squeaky detective
you were always an integer in my creases
spin into a headache
when I find myself evaded
in front of all my friendlies
save me from being so pathetic
when I send these text messages
feed all my energies to my enemies
I'm the king of never failing
loose buttons in my calculator
never stopped me from being the fool
I'm orange trying to rhyme hinges and glows
wishes, breaking tools on stone and crinkles
the paperless payments on agitated stands
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 3:20 PM UTC