Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.
Legislation
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference
Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom
Mandated registration for return
Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth
Circulation of the times
Of America
Objective as Coordinate
Are all numbers dead?
He was one in a million.
So were his followers.
So was his smile.
Are all numbers dead?
The war killed a million
Millions displaced.
And millions in fund.
Are all numbers dead?
She earned a million,
singing to millions
and signed million-dollar contract.
Are all numbers dead?
They dream in millions,
play millionaire games,
live like fake millionaires.
Are all numbers dead?
A million miles away
a million stars to
fulfill million wishes.
Are all numbers dead?
A million tasks
a million hopes stacked
in a million to one chance
Are all numbers dead?
yes, in the numerical graveyard.
One died of invisibility
Ten died of thrifting
Hundred died of haggling
Thousand died of tallying.
Numbers died naturally
but million survived as illusion.
Now, million is a minion,
servant of spectacle,
puppet of praise,
mascot of myth.
It lays eggs in contracts.
hatches headlines.
But one day it will limp
its way to necropolis of numbers,
in the shadow of zero.
Tackling a slick problem like D’Alembert’s paradox—
a cylinder set in motion, destined to roll on and on—
My fresh numerical method spoke in the same voice,
but sparked sharp debate—someone blamed me for ignorance.
Until a quip cracked the tension: “D’Alembert’s paradox doesn’t account for lubrication.”
Truths can slice deep, sharper than we expect,
Yet a wry smile, a joke, can transmute iron into gold.
Humor doesn’t erase the sting—it dulls the edge,
revealing strength when despair weighs us down.
A sense of humor is our forged armor:
a spark of joy in the heart, a reluctant laugh on the lips—
it signals someone who grasps life's brittle elegance.
A gentle jest softens the hardest truths,
shading overwhelming realities with grace.
When wit stands as a stronghold,
even bitter truths echo with less sting.
You don’t flee reality—you greet it with a grin—
and in that greeting, you find the courage to begin again.
If Miracles,
Numerical,
Fun's Light!
To Raise The Field's Of Sunday's
Service, .... Wide!
A better name for an octopus?
It's tough to make stuff up.
We could start with a brand-new appellation.
How about a name like "Suction Pup"?!
Or perhaps we could start the debate
with a numerical tag like "Ocean's Eight".
Another name open for discussion
would be a handle like "Squid's Cousin".
Still another, somewhat grandiloquent,
could be the rather pompous "Inknificent".
My Scottish friends, with joy, will weep
if the new label is "Bagpipes of the Deep"!
Or one can almost hear sailors shout "Ahoy!
Is that a rock? No, it's an Ol' Tangly Boy!"
Shrinking down now,
With each passing day,
Figures fading,
Slipping away.
Diminishing slowly,
Bit by bit they wane,
Until just,
Numbers remain.
Sitting on pages,
In ledgers and books,
Only a trace remains.
Diminishing,fading,
Almost out of sight,
Reduced to mere digits,
No longer alight.
A Financial Phantom,
Once bold and so clear,
Now just a number,
Devoid of all cheer.
Accounting's faint echo,
A numerical scar,
Vanishing softly,
Quiet and far.
On this day of February 2
My reflection back to reckon
The number is 68
Numerical to appreciate
When I think of all my trials and tribulations
My hand is raised in PRAISE without hesitation
Walking in my own blessing
Mercy and Grace
Honor from Heaven
Chosen
Death could have stopped by
Living with every try
When the praises go up, the blessings come down
Living and Breathing Among
Father in Heaven, you are the one
Thank you for life and guided advice
Spiritual like sugar and spice
Firm Foundation
Here is my thought on numerical evolution of Etheree poem form:
One,
Two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve
Thirteen, forteen, fifteen
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
Nineteen, a twenty, a teentyone
twentytwo, twentythee. twentyfour
Twentyfive, twentysix, twentyseven
Here is an attempted poem:
Joy
brings smiles
cheer to face
on thrill of win.
On hearing laughter
from the voices of kids
evokes bliss in my spirits
contentment fills my hungry soul.
Happiness raeches an ecstasy,
I feel blessed with delight and elan.
Equitable foremost
beginnings numerical
proceeding perception
before the dawn
respect of time
ranked order before the last.
Space forward
brought forth
over beyond
respite truce
if anyone's first must be last
and a servant
of All for
how can one
Hunger,
if one can't
at first thirst
F1rst
01/01/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Let's Rhyme
It’s rhyming recitation,
No race or competition;
Memorize table of multiplication,
Which is a short way of addition.
Addition is a numerical expansion,
It’s an opposite of subtraction,
Process shown repeatedly in division,
I hope you don’t have any objection.
Now, may I have all your attention,
Just an advise in piece or portion,
Always love and value education,
And master each fundamental math operation.
If you want rapid and higher progression,
Join rhyme poetry course and session;
Read dictionaries for correct pronunciation,
Accept constructive feedback and correction.
"One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one, its the loneliest number since the number one" Beginning lines of a song I like sung by 3 Dog Night
Multiplied by ONE, numbers stay the same.
So unique is ONE, it is like the sun.
For me, it is the number of my name
in numerology, for I was “One”
when I was born. Did you know each letter
has numerical value? You can find
online your name’s number. Even better,
more numbers from your birth date you’re assigned.
ONE means confidence and self-reliance,
maybe selfish, but very self-aware.
I love alone time; dislike compliance.
For God and unity, ONE will forbear.
The loneliest of numbers ONE may be,
but I’m happy “One” is a part of me.
had a potential thought...
just a 'minute ago' of
an 'encapsulated idea' ready
for a poetic discussion...
of a concept that a 'perceiver be'...
thee 'time-moment
itself' as a numerical presence...
that is an 'awareness of being'
with respect to the concept of...
a 'count knot' as a basic 'meta
for' some consciousness complexity...
where-in 'one idea' may
consume 'or' reproduce...
itself as an 'other
notion' with an appetite...
for 'change able' ideas
stans sand
a concept of...
infinity
humanized
endlessly...
too far
just to explain...
our being in...
an irrational universe
of transcendentals...
numbers that define
being and time as
unpredictable but with...
sew-wings a mind weaves
each fourteenth of a second...
together to perceive times existent being as of...
numerical constants and relative abstract concepts
stan
a point is balanced by its empty space
contraction is balanced by expansion
gravitation balances space
mass balances energy
change balances continuity
irrationality balances 'pi-e-phi' numerical continuities
a numerical existence balances the mental illusion of 'change as time'
mass contraction balances energy expansion as/of a bubble of time
a slow burning candle flame balances wax consumption with energy loss
understanding is a balance between input and output
irrational time perceptions are balanced as/by continuities in/of mind
a large bubble is balanced by the number of small bubbles it becomes
no two things in existence are equally balanced space-times
a lifetime is a time bubble balance in a temporary space-time environ
a lifetime is but the balancing of a candle flame with its space-time
find a slowed life time bubble-balance continuity in an irrational lifetime
stans sand dust
Beneath the waves of solemn grey.
Invisible eyes wait patiently,
Whilst the mind paupers a soft religion
The Fisherman`s dance.
A scared vision.
Hopeless dreams in cracked mirrors – the pain.
Numerical factors – the “minorities” they say!
It`s not funny anymore.
She`s taken lives.
She pulls the strings.
A nation divides.
And I bend over backwards.
The Fractions and factors.
The Inky black and modest blue.
Now the spotlight fixes.
Its face on you.
Judgement day,
And all too soon.
Let`s have some fun,
Left - bible,
Right - gun.
The humble man.
Afghanistan.
Turns white with fear.
Lost man.
The homeless man,
Kicks the can
Gives up his fight
Lost man
Depths beneath the fluid sand.
A hidden city
You can`t understand
Glistening windows stand through clouds that gloom.
100 floors up.
The sun is rising.
At Midnight - Afternoon.
The floor. The carpet.
No clock on the wall.
The silence.
The view.
No end to it all.
It's sad.
It's peaceful.
It's inevitable,
A highlight!
One ceiling light.
At Midnight
Afternoon.
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