Zeroes and Ones
Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones,
We rely too heavily on zeroes and ones,
This poem was made with zeroes and ones,
The radio is broadcast with zeroes and ones,
The television picture is zeroes and ones,
The Internet is purely zeroes and ones,
Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones.
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Zeroes And Ones
(original by jesus jones; remixed by liam)
Across the world the message flies
Information, truth and lies
It's all yours and it's all mine
You just have to find the time
We're all the same, we share the blame, we play the games
If it's yes or no the decision is easy, it's easy
Zeroes and ones will take us there.
This time the revolution will be computerised
You'll know it as you do it
In real time before your eyes
Slip between realities
There's more to this than anything that you or i can see
The world is mine, the world is yours and here's the cause
Zeroes and ones will take us there.
I've stared into the heart of it all
Seen the pictures on the wall
The beat of a heart
The oceans part and the patterns in my mind
This time, we've split the world once more
There's those that have and that don't in information wars
Wer'e not alone 'cos all is known, and it's everywhere
Zeroes and ones will take us there
song performed by by Prodigy
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Minds of Vagabond Clouds
I interact with her,
Fall for the poise;
And get 'entangled.'
The space-time distanced,
It hardly mattered as,
Superposition enhanced.
What does the distance carry?
How does the time matter?
When the souls fly together.
Before the recognition,
I knew both zeroes and ones;
The after effect vanished.
I was content with,
Both or either,
Ones and zeroes.
Such was the mess of,
The affair that I seek,
To break the codes.
Love and Life for all,
And hope to change the,
Minds of vagabond clouds.
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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0.000,000
The last time, I looked at my checking account,
I saw a colossal bunch of zeroes, six figures,
With a zero in front of the other numbers;
I had zero interest credited to my account.
I started laughing, I started to count
The zeroes. I said to myself, let pretend
That I was B. Gates or Buffett, with all of their billions;
Dreaming ostentatiously large in a foreign land,
Where my shoes sunk in a box full of onions.
(I must confess that money has a funky smell,
Just like a sweaty accountant who has not showered
For days, or a stressful peddler without a daily sale.)
I was on cloud nine - dreaming and
Hallucinating. I was chilling out on the sand,
And living care free like a happy vagabond,
Like an audacious and brave actor named James Bond
On vacation. Suddenly, I began to realize that zeroes
Can have different meanings, and being rich
Or poor is a state of mind. The beach
Is full of bathers, folks and foes,
Who are pretending, and who see things differently.
The nomad with his zeroes is maybe
Happier than D. Trump, who owns innumerable casinos;
Not everyone looks at money the same way.
My zeroes have a special meaning.
The billionaires are spacing, worrying,
Earning HUGE interests and avoiding penalties,
So they can keep their amenities.
What they don’t realize is that one day,
All of them will be counting zeroes like me,
Because once they die away,
Their estates will grab all of the money,
And the properties; meanwhile the exquisite women
Will shed tears the same way,
The turkeys frown in the heat of the oven.
The last time, I looked at my checking account,
I said quietly to myself, “Let the jerks count.”
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Zeroes
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Youve arrived in the land of a thousand different names
And the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames
Now tomorrow is back claiming redemption is on your heels
And a toothless past is asking you how it feels
And me my little red corvette has driven by
Fair weather heart has fallen in
My rainy day girl is feeling down
And she tells me that the world is spinning round
I say the dream was all for you
Youre nobody else
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
Yeah
Hi, can I walk you home again today
Gotta get forgive and forget hey-hey
Something good is happening and I dont know what it is
Dont you know were back on trial again today
And its breaking wine for you
Hell its only cause youre true
Someone outtimed my heart
Stopping and preaching and letting love in
You are my moon, you are my sun
Heaven knows what you are
Tonight the zeroes are singing for you
Yes they were
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter where you try to go
Doesnt matter who we really are
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Ohh
It doesnt matter
Ohh
Oh it doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter what you try to do
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
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The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous—
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers—when a Boy—
And Tinder—guessed—by power
Of Opposite—to balance Odd—
If White—a Red—must be!
Paralysis—our Primer—dumb—
Unto Vitality!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Circle And A Zero
A circle and a zero
Mistaken for each other
Taunt my mind for once
And I try to flee from them.
A circle has a unique face
And a zero has many.
The wise have ever proclaimed
As they have had to say something.
In a white paper, I draw a circle
But it looks like a zero.
When I attempt the latter,
The former fades away!
I run in a circle of odds
As many a zero chases me from behind.
I sleep under a circling wheel
And the nightmare of zeroes begins to haunt me.
Who are you both gentle images?
Why are you like twins identical?
May I ask you both just once?
What do you want to do with each other?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Fading Tunes
i keep singing the same song
for the low pitch but the tune so long
i cling on to the whirling wind
never mind life at it's own speed
After all;
History buries no heroes
Age admits no zeroes
the dead are only weighty kilos
Nevertheless...
our time always comes
surely our prides always hurls
yet our wickedness ever curls
After all, We are just human
Every man with a half rib for a woman
a stitch by stitch is a full human
flesh for immortal soul makes us strong
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Pot-bellied brothers
Neithe of us have no reason
To treason though imprisoned.
Yes! Incarcerated in our house
By Pot-bellied brothers in white rooms,
Sleeping on two pillows - one's ours.
All 'cause we're penurious citizens;
we, penn'orth per day can afford.
We're 'morrow's heroes
But - hahahaha!
'Tomorrow's zeroes..., ' they said.
That inflamed the blief of cynics;
'They're intensifying their Agbada pockets
From the house's treasury...'
Retribution of anarchy may befall us
If Pot-bellied brothers
Continuously dominate our house;
'They will make it an eccentric dregs! '
Ask not why in free verse -
The house is under democracy.
poem by Barnabas Markus Atsen
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Silent Heroes
Today, super heroes are as popular as ever
They seem unlimited, smart, indestructible
With superpowers and minds oh, so clever
Everyone looks to them in times of trouble
Unseen and unheard stands the silent hero
An every-man, with no desire to stand out
A man who wields no knife, sword or bow
A caring man, who’s not just another echo
Rock-steady, intent on caring for his family
Personal, communal or on a global scale
A great man to those that value integrity
Who believe their champion cannot fail
Super-men are just a string of empty zeroes
What we need today are more silent heroes
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Stop The Dead Guys Coming Home
Why should we be worked up about what happens way over there?
Far away on the other side of the globe where we can’t repair,
Dead guys coming back in coffins on the Highway of Heroes,
It seems obvious that the benefits amount to zeroes.
Media says we have a moral obligation to do this or that,
The politically correct say we can’t leave ‘cause we’re up to bat,
None of this makes much sense and it’s as expensive as hell,
Who’s running this wartime show - some very very strange cartel?
Why am I loosing faith with that guy looking back in the mirror?
Why are we stuck there for more years according to the emperor?
Is this a reason why we need binding referendums and soon?
Less dead guys on the Highway of Heroes by the next full moon.
Dec 8th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Nothing Changes
The dark cloak of winters war
Left a future still unsure
Sitting in a class
Of the futures past
We saw a list of dates
And we knew we would last
To see them all.
1984 was a year to fear
Hope was dead, a police state here
Halleys comet was to fly by
And we would see a shining in the nighht sky
Now 2001 is soon to come
And just as soon will have come and gone
Nothing changes.
Standing at the crossroads
Of what is, will be, and was
The obvious eludes us
Not because the zeroes line up
We should change our way of thought
More if we do not, the way ahead
Is dangerously fraught
And if we did the things we all know to be right
Left would be the childish fears
Of danger in the night.
We, each of us are fine
For we have all heard the word
But grouped together
Babels triumph stampedes
The thoughtless herd
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes
And nothing stays the same
And life is still
A simple game.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Tiger Stalks in Red
Since this decade of zeroes began
There has been something special to watch
In the warm heart of Sunday afternoons
When the game and the season are on
Checking to see if a young man in red
Wearing reserve as his elegance
Is striding ahead on the multiple shades
Of closely-mown green grass again
The ballet formed of angles and planes
The rhythm he makes of steel and wood
In a moment's blur, the elements cohere
Like a wicked cool Miles Davis groove
With stride and glare, self-conscious looks
Of appraisal, he adjusts his glove
One man calls attention in the crush
Compels with mathematical moves
It would be just a game and not mean a thing
Except that his smile and aura can seem
As broad as the wheatfields of Van Gogh
And bright as the tigers of Rousseau.
poem by Frank Bana
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World Leaders Count Civilized Zeroes
in nomadic myth legendary ages
“Vanquished predecessors
once fabricated their footheels
over stony calligraphic structures”
hoards invade ride still from steeps
nomadic pastoral safer age planet breaths
earth before we harnessed razor atoms
learned how to strip deforest continents
indifference melt pristine polar ice caps
before blind greed became repeat earth rapes
conventional nuclear chemical biological wars
button push threatens humanity all species
with horrific global event horizon extinctions
ghost echoes we return again to night themes
while world leaders seemingly count zeroes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Number power with zero
What has it to with absolute zero?
No person can enjoy position and called hero
He will be wealthy man if number is followed by zeroes
His position becomes supreme as he has suddenly rose
Words without number may represent hollowness
It may carry no impact if number misses
If zero follows the number then it will add to magic
Person may come in to life for playing the music
In words... there is 'o' representing zero.
So it will practically make you zero
With many zero's after 1 (one)
You will be knows as wealthy one
Zero and numbers are supplement and multiplier
They are considered as booster and energy supplier
Individual comes in to real form after receiving fortune
Others may follow his words and virtually dance to his tune
Sometimes numbers may upset your empire
They will alter the course and stop to admire
People may quickly abandon you and follow another person
These are some of the basic facts about zero and numbers with reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sense Of Henry
There they are
Alive on the move, pretty young
Still unproven though they love
Restless young zeroes in a haze
Of reckless blind faith taking their
Own sweet time to write and rhyme
Their ending
Are you happy when we're down
Hey I was gonna ask you that
Just now and yes I am
yes I can dig true meaning from
Your believing and feel alright
They'll drift and flow
And take their chances
All white humming flesh and bone
In souls they down't own
How can they know it ain't
Good being old with nothing
left to show
But they have eachother
There might be a goodbye him to her
When time becomes their leveller..and it will
Ecstatic young searchers who've come
To love just what they are
And what they may become...or whatever
The magic in chaotic scenes
In the sun and the music in
The whine and stink, the uneven
Sounds of summer
Fabulous bad memories, but there's
Something alright about having these together
Too young lives of sleep
Of violence and love alive
In astral days soon lost
In the rush
If there's a better way
Its alright...they're okay
They're not afriad they'll fade away
Another wasted infortunate end
Another violent sky overhead
Another sundown burning Red
And its going down hard....like them
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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Bliss Star Flights Morning Lights Ecstasy
how rare bliss star flights morning lights ecstasy
ah I was riding the morning breaks then Nair punctuated
paradise capitalized it into a pitiful small black box
then thrown away the key while eternal morning breaks
and I watched amazed as renewal stellar dawn light paled
misty grey dark as darkness crept over earth Nairwood
I saw the morning breaks spread around sphere circle the earth
then Nair zeroed it like a math teacher chasing too many zeroes
was in a daydream he brought me down with finite drab diction
eternity begged artists of divine sight come embrace stellar light
together multiuniverses we crossed in instant thought flight
myriads myriads of angels blessed us upon our star cosmic night
then Nair zeroed infinity with punctuation marks capital letters
crossing t dotting i is not part of nirvana liberation illumination
transcendent consciousness body mind soul embraces stellar bliss
Inspired by the poem ‘The Morning Breaks Out' by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Real Sugar
Right in the front door I recognized the perfume
The scent was perfect in the dusk by the moon
There must be many ways to ask her to my room
Why didnt I dare?
Well, every hour I try to get somethin done
Out in the weekend when Im just havin some fun
Im windin up with none, just zeroes, no 1s, just space with no air
I get: bye-bye baby-baby bye baby-baby bye-bye
Real sugar, I dont wanna climb the walls
Real sugar, thats what I want or none at all
Real sugar, sweet as a sweet can be
Real sugar, thats what I want and what I need
Thats what I need.
Yeah, every friday Im gettin ready to roll
I want her blue eyes start sayin hi and hellow
But I can always tell shed rather be alone with some other guy
I get: bye-bye baby-baby bye baby-baby bye-bye
Real sugar, I dont wanna climb the walls
Real sugar, thats what I want or none at all
Real sugar, sweet as a sweet can be
Real sugar, thats what I want and what I need
Real sugar, I dont wanna climb the walls
Real sugar, thats what I want or none at all
Real sugar, sweet as a sweet can be
Real sugar, thats what youve got so whats for me?
Hey, whats for me?
I turn myself in, turn turn turn
I turn myself out, outside and in
Gimme gimme real sugar
I dont wanna climb the walls.
song performed by by Roxette
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Dear Swaziland
Where is your respect Swaziland
Where is your thinking?
Where is your love for the people?
Can’t you see from your cousin Europe?
Can’t you see from your father Africa?
Can’t you see from your brother South Africa? ?
Why not respect 1948
Why not respect 1965
Why not respect 1979
Why not respect 1989
1948, The UN Declaration of Human Rights
1965, The International Convention on Elimination
Elimination of all forms of racial discrimination
1979, Convention on the Elimination of discrimination Against women
1989, The convention on the Rights of the child.
Dear Swaziland
Dear my land
Turning into my grave
Dear my place
Turning into my prison
Dear my origin
Turning into my foreign land
Dear Ngwane
Turning into Silwane
Dear my place
A place of feelings
A feeling of Scarcity, Shortages and Sanctions
A feeling of Wakes, Weeds and Weaknesses
A feeling of Abuse, Affliction and Annihilation
A feeling of Zigzags and Zeroes
A feeling of Immorality, Illness, Inconvenience
A feeling of Limits and limitations, Laments and lamentations
A feeling of Abuse, Affliction and Annihilation
A feeling of Danger, Darkness and Detention
Dear Swaziland
A voice of your people
A feeling of your people
A vision of your people
Neither the people, nor them
But your people
Dear Swaziland
Do you remember your people?
Do you know them?
Dear Swaziland
poem by Alex Lushaba
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Im The Ocean
Im an accident, I was driving way too fast
Couldnt stop though, so I let the moment last
Im for rollin, Im for tossin in my sleep
Its not guilt though, its not the company I keep.
People my age, they dont do the things I do
They go somewhere, while I run away with you
I got my friends, and I got my children too
I got her love, shes got my love too.
I cant hear you, but I feel the things you say
I cant see you, but I know whats in my way
Now Im floatin cause Im not tied to the ground
Words Ive spoken seem to leave a hollow sound.
On the long plain, see the rider in the night
See the chieftain, see the braves in cool moonlight
Who will love them when they take another life
Who will hold them when they tremble from the knife.
Voicemail numbers on an old computer screen
Rows of lovers parked forever in a dream
Screaming sirens echoing across the bay
To the old boats, from the city far away.
Homeless heroes walk the streets of their own town
Rows of zeroes on a field thats turning brown
The play baseball, they play football under lights
They play card games and wew watch them every night.
Need distraction, need romance and candlelight
Need random violence, need entertainment tonight
Need the evidence, want the testimony of
Expert witnesses on the brutal crimes of love.
I was too tired to see the news when I got home
Puzzled the curtain, fell into bed alone
Started dreaming, saw the rider once again
In the doorway where she stood and watched for him, watched for him.
Im not present, Im the drug that makes you dream
Im an aerostar, Im a cutlass supreme
In the wrong lane, trying to turn against the flow
Im the ocean, Im the giant undertow
Im the ocean, Im the ocean, Im the giant undertow
Im the ocean, Im the giant undertow
Im the ocean (6x)
song performed by by Neil Young
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