Additions To Your Life
Adding is like subtracting.
Motion is an addition and a subtracting process.
May the processes of life add and subtract for the better and for you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Calculator
Turned on.
Punch in any number,
But before you do,
Let me insinuate some things to subtract, add, multiply, & divide.
First, add the years you've spent selling yourself like a Muslim marriage plan.
Second, subtract the dignity diminishing as each year goes by.
Third, divide the spermicide
Eating at your pride
You have no access to happiness
Divide the children pertinent to each man
Don't get too shocked now.
Gotta get to work.
Divide, divide, divide.
Fourth, multiply the times spent with your legs open
Like a 24-hour convenience store.
And what did you get?
A man's spermicide
Eating at your pride
Making babies like you're taking a shit
Subtracting your dignity
In addition to the years spent selling yourself like a Muslim marriage plan.
All of this - for a man's convenience.
Now I know why you hate math.
poem by CDM Anderson
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Pocket Calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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As An Artist
With my magic wand
I wipe away all my worries
Making them disappear
With a brandish of
A writing weapon...
Adding and subtracting where I please
The inkiness blots of unpleasantness
Distracting the mind from attention
To the regiment of social obligations...
The artist has a peculiar power
To envision on only the ideal
Through a secret of the imagination
Creating a private world
Of perfection...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Repairman
He rose from the ruins,
Scarred though he was,
Of the house she destroyed.
Tentative this new construction
Rising out the ashes.
Each brick cemented in with care.
Built from blood, sweat, tears and joy;
Sweetly leavened with a touch of love.
A work in progress never complete
Yet not his house alone,
For we are all formed by committee.
Everyone who touches our life,
A parent, teacher, lover or friend.
For at intersections where we meet
A brick, window, door, plank or nail is added.
Some good, some bad.
Adding or subtracting to the whole.
We bear the scars and survive.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Belief In Christ Alone
When in Jesus Christ you believe, Eternal Life you will receive,
Your faith alone is all you need, if Christ’s words you will heed,
I am the Way, the Truth and Life, Truth spoken by Jesus Christ,
The same Truth that is true today, no matter what man may say.
No one will see God, but by Him, Christ who saved us from sin,
Only through The Son we’ll see, The Father and God of Eternity,
The Lord, Who died on Calvary, to provide life, for you and me,
Jesus Christ, God’s Only Son, holds Eternal Truth for everyone.
But, some continue adding to, The Truth spoken to me and you,
Jesus own words “It is finished, ” by false teachers is diminished,
Teaching which adds to His Truth, leading only to God’s reproof,
As The Father will truly condemn, all the False Teachings of men.
Not heeding what Christ had said, they all remain spiritually dead,
Remaining dead in all their sin, ignoring The Truth spoken by Him,
Implying that we must do our part, from salvation they will depart,
To a belief where Satan lurks, around a salvation of man’s Works.
Men adding to The Truth of God, will only see God’s judging rod,
And for subtracting from Revelation, they shall not see Salvation;
Remember Christ’s Gospel Truth, and receive life not His reproof,
Through faith alone, in Jesus Christ, you shall receive Eternal Life.
Authority is something from which we are constantly subtracting, of which there remains always a residue, and which we attempt to make smaller and smaller.
quote by Frederica Montseny
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Dying Degree
Dresser droors are filled with pocket change
Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt,
Is this what dreams are made of!
Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind
Dying degree, graying amie
Final payment made - had you forgot?
The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetary plot
Paisley satin lined how apprapoe
What a better way to go
Dying degree, graying amie
No more eating crumbs
When my pension finally comes
Your kids want eat mush anymore round me
Dying degree, graying amie
song performed by by NOFX
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The High Moors free verse
The high moors lie beneath a changing Sky
As seasons in their turn assume the throne
The landscape changes yet remains the same.
Cosmetic changes superficially
appear to alter what is permanent.
Changing perceptions of what we can see
by adding or subtracting colouring
The pleasant shades of green wrought by the spring
The hues of summer heather dominates
and autumn paints the moors in shades of gold.
Then winter shows monochrome artistry.
Uninhabited. uninhibited
The high moors appear to be desolate
and yet sustain more life than meets the eye.
The circling hawks on high can see their prey
and stooping, swiftly expertly they dine.
They take some small life to sustain their own.
Obeying Natures rule kill or be killed.
The high moors can be very dangerous
especially to the uninitiated.
Their beauty attracts both wise men and fools.
And yet there is no place I’d rather be
Alone, or with congenial company.
13-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Simply Best
Just want to forget all my pain for a little while. Do not want to think of anything for a little while because even thinking does not actually help. Thinking too much only increases a process in life. Life already has so many processes involved in it and that is just a crazy thing about life. Just relaxing for a while can be highly beneficial for life. Making most from life is often the only process which is available as an option. I guess sometimes just letting things go at a normal speed is simply best.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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If you were coming in the fall,
If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spum,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Physiology seeks to derive the processes in our own nervous system from general physical forces, without considering whether these processes are or are not accompanied by processes of consciousness.
quote by Wilhelm Wundt
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Perfect Angels
I said what I said to her.
After hearing what she had to say!
To me...
She never showed respect.
She did what she did,
And I accepted her neglect.
Until I got tired of being her pet!
And I let her 'have it'!
I do not have any regrets!
I said what I said to her!
In a way I'm sure she understood!
It didn't matter to her she was breaking my heart!
And I got rid of her...
The best way I could!
Yes I said what I said to her!
And I have more to say to her,
Kept behind lips tight!
I refuse to have anything to do with her.
And that's why she's trying to stir up a fight!
She can't take the hint!
I took my cares for her and went!
I'm not trying to be involved at all!
She's the one baiting...
And making attempts for my fall!
I'm not around or near the scene.
And she's telling people I'm evil and mean!
She's the one carrying that monkey on her back!
Telling lies about me...
When she's the one revealing,
Why I escaped that trap!
She's backstabbing me,
When she's not ALL THAT!
Telling what she tells subtracting the facts!
I said what I said about her!
I'm not denying at all that was done!
And anyone who thinks she's honest...
Better find an exit and run!
She squeezes the life out of making love and fun!
Hear her compaints,
Like she's the innocent one!
And both of us have not been perfect angels!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trouble You Cant Fool Me
(f. knight/a. varnell)
(c) - (f) - (g)
(c) trouble you cant fool me (f) I see you behind that tree
(c) trouble you cant fool me (g) trying to get the ups on me
(c) trouble you cant fool me (f) I see you behind that tree
(c) you want to (f) jump (g) on (c) me
Work hard for living, wanted just to get paid
But, sured be stealing for a year and a day
Would like to see a little sunshine, just to guide my way
Would like to have a little peace of mind
Thats why I wanna say you better look out !
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! trouble you cant fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Trouble taught me a lesson I never never will forget
Now, he took my love, she aint paid it back yet
I had to find another just to take her place
And I sure do love her, I said were doing ok
So look out!
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! trouble you cant fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Well, you know, everyday cant be sunday [thats right!]
Its a funny thing, it seem just before daylight is your darkest hour
And you know one thing [whats that ? ] behind every silver lining, there isnt a dark cloud
[and you just aint got time to go round subtracting and adding cause youll just be too late]
You know one thing ? [whats that ? ]
Every time you get around a tree, you better stop and grab a brick [why ? ]
Old man trouble... laying and waiting on you
Thats what I wanna say...
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! trouble you cant fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Trouble took my money, cadillacs gone
Best suit of clothes, all raised up in the closet, oh lord
But Im so glad
Trouble dont last ...always
You cant fool me
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Sonnet III: Taking My Pen
Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe,
Duly to count the sum of all my cares,
I find my griefs innumerable grow,
The reckonings rise to millions of despairs;
And thus dividing of my fatal hours,
The payments of my love I read and cross,
Subtracting, set my sweets unto my sours,
My joy's arrearage leads me to my loss;
And thus mine eye's a debtor to thine eye,
Which by extortion gaineth all their looks;
My heart hath paid such grievous usury
That all their wealth lies in thy beauty's books,
And all is thine which hath been due to me,
And I a bankrupt, quite undone by thee.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Something In Your Eyes
You ask me why, I say why not
Anything is possible, anything can be
Therefore tonight I'll get you hot
You'll feel a passion you never dreamed
And I know you feel I'm overconfident
What kind of man could I be
It's clear to see it's like animal attraction
When you add it up it's just a matter of factions, girl
(HOOK)
Something in your eyes told me
That you were looking for a man you could adore
Something in your eyes had given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
You think you're dry, I say you're wet
I can make it possible, I can make it true
And all night long I'll make you sweat
Gonna do a feeling that's long past overdue
And I know you think why so much confidence
What kind of man must I be
It's clear to see it's like adding and subtracting
When you add it up it's just animal attraction
(HOOK) 2x
So when I get inside and make you wet
I'll lick you dry
Creamate your body weak
From all the body heat
And like a lion you'll hear me roar
And when I feed it to your body
Make that body get weak some more
I'll take you to the peak
I'll make you wanna scream
And like a lion you'll hear my body
Roar and roar and roar and roar and roar
(HOOK) 3x
Anything is possible and anything can be
You can feel a passion you never dreamed of
See it in your eyes
You've given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
It was something in your eyes that took me to feel it
Something in your eyes, and hey, I can see it
Something in your eyes had given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
(HOOK) 2x
song performed by by New Edition
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A mathematical conjecture
A mathematical conjecture
or An ode to Vladimir Tonchev
Is when quasi-symmetric designs
Reach two stage disjunctive testing
Upon subtracting the discrete numbers.
They form systems of sets
And cyclotomy of self orthogonal
Codal length.
Now, I know this means little
For those with a cerebral weakness
For unevenly distributed sets of digits
However, were you faintly acquainted
With algorithms solving for optimal
Difference systems of sets
and line spreads you’d be avoiding
such conflict of codes of length
in finite geometries.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Jun©2010
AD Something
poem by Alex Nodopaka
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stared Blankly
We don’t want to
see each other naked.
with our barbs.
Seeking the truth outside
our body was painful
we don’t want to change
the clouded mirror of water.
The desires were unlimited
and restoring the metaphor needed time.
For contributing for the unbroken becoming.
I held the water in my palm.
It dropped like ciphers
on the hot earth subtracting the charm.
We knew each other,
still falling ego was always revengeful.
My empty hands would seek another title.
A solitary ingredient made the old song.
Few will remember the wings and sky.
The anger’s haste had mauled the body.
Day after day false claims
were made to regain the soul.
The search for the sacred
will remain futile
I stared blankly.
poem by Satish Verma
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John T
I think a great deal too much fuss
Has been aroused 'mid all of us
About this crude economist John T.
And fellows of his kidney now,
'Mid people up in Sydney now,
Are slipping in that city of the free.
He wooed them with high promises
And, 'spite the doubting Thomases,
Cupidity had urged them on to trust
Political cupidity,
Which, plus a strange stupidity,
Had lured them to a scheme of 'boom and bust.'
John T. has perspicacity;
He has a vast capacity
For measuring his moron passing well.
Tho' men of seniority,
When they're in a majority
They'll send him into office for a spell.
But even morons think a while
When trembling on the brink a while
Of chaos, and they've lately come to see,
Subtracting his aggressiveness
And picturesque expressiveness.
There's noting much remaining of John T.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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So Small Is One Pea
So small is one pea,
When it is in a soup with nuts.
To distinguish it as being insignificant,
Would depend on who valued the adding of it...
Had something to do with the enhancement of the flavor.
And without the addition of just that one pea,
Would the attention given to the nuts...
Be then diminished?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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