Good morning? – poem

High above the oasis of Earth,
Passing south pole and magnetic north,
And so forth seeing the northern light,
Morning to night
Seeing the light under us, like footlights

The space shuttles had a robotic arm.
It was called the Canadarm.
It could hold and grab thing's out in space.
Without it, there might have been some harm!

Tightening the rope, like a seat belt
Passing through the sunbelt
Starlight, star bright
Clenching my eye closed
Seeing the moon's reflection
The spacesuit is my protection.


Floating around
Surrounded by starlight,
Armour-like space suit
But not feeling alright
"something isn't alright"
The airlock depressurized
Had been utilized to many time,
The airlock was closed,
But airlock exploded
The man looked at life, last time
Hypersonic speeds and intense heat.

Woke up and felt his heartbeat
Nearly choking,
Body in sweat, soaking
Calm himself down,
looked around,
Just to be sure.

Coronavirus – poem

It's like Lassavirus
But Coronavirus
The world was filled iris
But the virus is like Osiris
It came silently
But became violently
It created anxiety
It closed the society
Felt pity
For the dead's family
The family, who fights for their bread
Some are unfortunate
Some are fortunate
The virus created turbulent
And reached the Maldives
The virus reached the corners of the world
It has created a netherworld
No one is allowed to go around.
There a virus called Covid-19
and it has closed everything down.
Covid-19 is like a bushfire,
Reminded me of Australias bushfire
Spreading to all parts of the world
And everyone is in fear
 
We can sleep late in the morning
We've nought to waken for
No work to do, but in the house
No lunches to pack any more.
 
We can work on jigsaw puzzles
And let the dished go
So nobody will know.
It was morning, and the news was on
Now it's dawn
What can we do?
I have no clue?
Playing chess, using only the pawn
Now I am mowing the lawn, what else can we do
 
In every tunnel is Cyrus
Which shines its light on us
We can be the truss of the bridge
The beautiful pepperidge
We can be as strong, as the strong nuclear force?
Of course,
Covid-19 is so mean
That everyone is in quarantine.

Exponent – poem

Made by : Muhammad ansar mehmood. 

We have a base
That the vase
Vase without the flowers
Now we need our powers
Or the exponent
Remember the two-component
Base and exponent

Kind of ironic
Everything is based around,
Adding
Two plus two is four
Two times two is four, just like before
Two to the power of two, That’s not a chore,
Just like before,
The answer is four.
Can't stop this phrase
Without Big Shaq
'Two plus two is four
Minus one that's three, quick maths'

Meaning multiplication,
is the repetition of addition
So, powers are repetitions of multiplication,
That is the definition.

Let transition,
To powers
You have the power
To understand,
You don't need,
a lot of brainpower
Don't quit
Just do it

Also read the following poem called Little Red Riding Hood : https://ansarsblog.com/2021/04/12/little-red-riding-hood-poem/