Best Gauged Poems

I celebrate wonderful mothers 
who always put the needs 
of their children first,
the single mothers who 
especially must sacrifice 
to help their children survive 
and thrive with little money
coming in, yet finding ways
to make them feel they fit in.

I celebrate mothers who dole 
out love...

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A battlefront benefactress,
She has her fortress, a fortified Princess, inside the dungeon of distress,
Tiled with the bone chips of ingratitude colored in pigments of black bright & rugid red,
An arrowhead chandelier illuminated by wicked tears, wet with woe,
Everybody saw her wedding dress, they all knew...

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Dinosaurs just loved to take the floor and dance
On tippy toes the size of garden sheds
And when they did they’d sashay strut and prance
Harmonic beats would shake Jurassic beds

They tripped the light fantastic verging heavy
Their favourite moves were known as the galumphs
You’d find them all...

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I have plucked the glory of the brightest star
and came close enough to touch its fingers,
searched the realms that inhabit its womb
or even felt that wildly young adult passion, 

that I was inconquerable at  21,,, 30
maverick and  a trail-blazer, yet present life
leaves me...

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 4. Quantum Superposition

. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured

Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave.  If we can define it, we can quantify just how...

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He, a seeker after Truth, set out
on an audacious journey
to see his old master

with a handful of blooms	
he paused before the open door.

from deep meditation 
the squatted figure, looked up. 
in a trance, he saw the silhouette of a man. 
on gazing intent, emerged distinct
his...

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Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load 
Don't you worry bout my soul
.
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry...

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A list is kept of every penchant gauged,
Of evil deeds and innocents betrayed.
A guilty sting, a burn beneath their tongue
The knowledge none can hide, for it will come.

It's always there, a blink beyond their view,
Awaiting drifting mist and settled dew.
Translucent in the shadows of the...

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Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came 
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion, 
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom, 
by crossing 586 bridges, beautiful Himalayan Mountain Ranges, 
37 tunnels of major attractions arrived at the destination,...

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My prankster, older son, came home from college, just the other day.
He saw such great possibilities, in how, he, with the Trolls, could play.
Now, you must remember, my son, has always been, a tad bit wild.
But, he truly is a charmer, when he has a...

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"A Conversation with Aenesidemus"

all perceptions are relative 
and interact 
one upon another 

take a coin
stand it vertical
spin it

gravity does that
it’s one way or the other
there is no in between 

middle roads

even when you hold it
steady between your fingers
there is one side or the other

the middle...

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Memory is my fading friend
of millennial days transpired—
faithful scribe and guardian
who measured mercy and intent
and gauged love’s joyful glint—
yet never turned from rutted path
when sorrow’s specter, tinged
in mottled shades of gray and black,
sought only to inveigh.

Dissembled memories puzzle,
viewed dimly from afar—
where motes of recollection dust
swirl...

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Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries.  I dedicate this  to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures  and then silently steeped...

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THE LONGING

To be innocent is to be entirely unknown, even to oneself.

- Djuna Barnes



I am free at last to be silent, to lap
In the quiet of your promise of promise
Like the pear tree in the garden which feels
But does not ask, why such beauty here?

On...

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Unquotable quotes: Addictions: Smokes, Drugs, Sex, Films and Sleep – XL

Where the hand leads, the eyes close.
When the eyes shut, imagination is on fire.
What you don’t really see is what you feel.
When you feel at ease you fool yourself.
No joy is real until the pain...

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