Ode to Math

A poem by BlueBerryBuddy

Starting as just a dot,
Math has come quite far,
From cavemen counting herds,
To pharaohs stacking bricks.

Babylon came first,
60’s were the digits.
Making seconds, minutes, hours,
With 5,00 years come and gone.

Then there came Egyptians,
Counting looking down,
10 was the new,
With fingers and toes.

Calculators with no key keyboard,
No computers to depend,
No batteries, electricity,
Hands, pencils, paper.

If one day math did disappear,
Buildings all upside down,
Homes in a mess,
All inventions destroyed.

Learning how to count,
Adding or subtracting,
Even multiplying and dividing,
The world would surely,
END!

Light Bulbs

An illuminating poem by: SOS

It is the end of the dark ages,
With its stream of light,
Like a dark room,
With only one light.

People thanked Thomas Edison,
For creating his now famous light.
People of the year 1879,
Thanked him for,

His now famous light bulb,
But it only took two years,
20,000 experiments,
And the labor,
Of many other men.

To create the oh so special light.
Now the people would think
That there were aliens
Because of the stream of light.
Because they had never seen,
Such a thing.

It’s the end of the candle light
When a power source turns up.
Then the light bulb,
Will shine again
Like the fireworks
On the 4th of July.
The shine of the light bulb
Will fade away
Like the end of a fireworks show,
When the switch is turned,
Off.