Best Measuring Poems
Though countless hours slip away
With memories unregistered
There are moments that define us
By the love and comfort offered
Portfolios filled with kindness
Will take us to a higher plane
Than resumes of apathy
Or PhDs of the inhumane
Some brains are blessed with intellect
To achieve academic height
But spiritual souls rise higher
As we enter the final light
It’s not the gifts we have at birth
But the ones we nourish and grow
By which our value will be judged
And passage to heaven bestowed
Asked to measure love, what can you say,where do you start
easier starter,contentment, fulfillment and trust but,
no oceans depths nor deserts wide, can capture
to the galaxys above, go further
multiplication to grains of sand, on earh to the infinity of stars
love can be, a very powerful word.
The young mind weaved the tapestry of dream
as the expectant mother floating on cloud nine.
The flower of future she perceived with pleasure
blooming, its petals touching her within softly
sparking so much of adored excitement dormant
that melted in the nightmare of relentless tears
for the new premature life was born still.
Her mind took time to rise from debris of misery
to see dented desire of motherhood to return.
She counted the agonizing months, insecure days
in the fear of losing another pining part of hers
till she heard the first cry of the child in her arms.
The joy of possession flowed like ephemeral stream,
dried soon at the dawn of the scorching reality
for the child was born with an impaired brain.
Covered in the dust of despair beneath ruined dreams
she waited for future to measure the depth of misery.
January 2, 2019
Contest : Misery
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
I measure my wealth
looking at my grains of sand
wondering if the clay
that surrounds it
will keep it together.
I measure the water
a drip, a drip...
should I drop the bucket?...
with a list that I should do?
Swiftly moving to the hands
of someone molding me
slapping, beating, caressing, shaping
all to a rhythm I can't catch
moving to drums
conscious of the sun
drying my dripped water.
My molder releases me
I prey on the mercy of the heat
will the clay be too much?
will the sand be....cooperative?
I'm, placed with others...like me?!
Hmmm...I guess I'm composed....just right...
My brickmaker lays me....
I'm ok with that.
Sometimes I feel
That no matter what
I don't measure up.
There's just something inside me
A lack of trust,No one can see
I just don't measure up
It's hard not to try to compare
Being last in line,when others shine
I just feel I don't measure up.
I try so hard to try to be
More like them instead of me
Instead, I don't measure up.
Is this something in my head
Or a reality that is true.
Why I don't measure up.
I used to say I don't care
But deep down its always there
I feel I don't measure up
I wish I knew what I could do
To change how I feel
So I could measure up.
My Measuring Cup
As usual I have been accused of
mis-placing the measuring cup
again. Aha. She found it in the
dishwasher exactly where she
left it. So here is My Horn Haiku
to describe the event with.
Guess what I found out?
Another measuring cup
Is missing again.
Is so intensive
Women will find offensive
Men on defensive.
No one should abused
And Golden Rule always will use
No perfect excuse.
What I now assume
There will be one in each room
Including a broom.
Not only does she have a food fetish.
but a cleaning one as well. Always
wondered why I am always being
taken to the cleaners.
Jim Horn
With strong hands resting
on sharp rocks, I stare afar
intrigued by silence...
I seem disenchanted
by what reality conveys
through its mystery...
Fear is a lament,
a remote voice never heard;
a lark's joyless shrill...
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Michael J. Falotico's
contest, " Your Thoughts "
Somewhere upon the terminator’s birth
The young lovers dance and sway
To a symphony of dawn and starlight
Undulating within newfound passions
These two naively press and discover
The zealous meaning of temperate youth
Lost within the mornings heavy rise
They run through the soft breaking crests
Crashing upon their rococo painted beaches
Living only in the ardor of today’s breath
They pay no heed to the passing of the hour
Twisted adrift the spinning of the moment
Beneath the sweated midday heat
The aging lovers croon forlornly
Calling out to their passing adolescence
With a softening of fear in each other’s eyes
They gently slip back into the hypnotic
And dance in the divine for a moment longer
Standing in the approaching twilight
The aged lovers stand in raptures kiss
Remembering the moments of yesterdays past
No longer young but still ever vibrant
They languidly begin those heavy laboring steps
Of their life’s final dance together…
The magnitude of one's humanity is measured by the concern shown for others!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 February 2023
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* This is to let you know, I have recovered from COVID-19.
Thank you for caring! Blessings.
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"measuring years"
how do I measure the years
do I start at the beginning or the end
will it cover the many tears
anger and bitterness I will not defend
just let me be to have my mind
as the years of pain are intertwined
years one and two and counting are gone
I know there will be a new dawn
I know all has been rearranged
as I somehow become withdrawn
life has changed
I manage to get through the years
as I learn to pretend
and somehow work through all the fears
still anger and bitterness I will not defend
I sit and watch my life being defined
through all the years combined
with all the medical treatment undergone
the curtain of life is being drawn
I am told everything is unchanged
yet I remain withdrawn
life has changed
time passes as I hide the tears
a new life is always around the bend
month after month until it becomes years
while on the physical and emotional mend
space and air seem confined
as the life once lived is behind
and the feeling is of being alone
all that is needed is for the anger to be gone
I look in the mirror and see I have aged
for no reason I lash out at everyone
life has changed
a new day begins after four and five years
the years one two and three are seen to the end
still there are days of tears
still there is anger and bitterness I will not defend
it is hard for the mind and body to unwind
as I continue to watch the life I left behind
I keep searching for a new milestone
with every being in my bone
I feel I have been shortchanged
that the world has won
life has changed
now is the time of six and counting years
will I ever reach the changing bend
will this altering life stop the tears
my life of old I will not pretend
years of passing are still intertwined
and my being today is how I am defined
it is true that yesterday is gone
I cannot let bitterness continue to be drawn
my view of life must be rearranged
and view the paintings of a new dawn
life has changed
now the story has been told
as measuring years is getting old
I continue to search for a new view
as there is so much to attend to
while life has been rearranged
this is certainly true
life has changed
SkyWatcher - 10-08-08
Measuring the Lunatic Fringe
By Elton Camp
On the Internet their wacky beliefs are found
Although they have very long been around
The lunatic fringe has a range of belief
Confused and frustrated, they suffer grief
They grow angrier with each passing day
And insist all the more on things they say
Crazy, naïve, gullible or just uninformed
Against all reason and sense they’ve stormed
Birthers, conspiracies, 911, or assassination
Or Illuminati or freemasons control the nation
For every event and each incident they can
Easily discern operation of some Master Plan
Each wild claim they assert they can prove
And to believe their words, it does behoove
Some of them are simply deliberate deceivers
The nonsense is very real to some believers
Yet, governmental lies the public’s trust lost
A growing lunatic fringe is the terrible cost
Its indignation will likely continue to grow
The end result nobody can possibly know
How are you going to do it?
How do you weigh the Infinite?
How do you measure the Absolute?
How do you test the IQ of Omniscience?
Would you measure God for a suit?
Would you ask His age,or how much
money He has in the Bank of Heaven?
What about race, or His education?
What are His interests, likes or dislikes,
pet peeves, political opinions? Or
maybe you want to ask just one thing
only: What are His dreams, His loves?
Only you humans would ask God such,
only you would try to scale Divinity,
only you can breed such arrogance--
the tiger burning bright asks for no
accounting, nor does the deer as it's
slain, nor the eagle as it soars nor
the reptile as it slithers--but YOU
do, you creature of singular gifts!
You want to take the measure of
the Creator, though you've been
told you're made in His image,
something not told to the lion
or the polar bear or the butterfly
and still you want to measure Him....
But why?
Why must you always try put
God...in...a...box?
You made untold numbers of idols,
all reflecting your vanity, not His.
And then when He came to you as
one of you, a human being, what did
you do? You could not understand
how God could speak so simple and
true, you could not grasp what He
offered you, and so, you killed Him.
A few of the wisest of you knew,
knew it was never God you tested,
never God you wanted to take hold of,
never God you wanted to understand:
It was you all along you wanted to see,
that thing called a soul, which you both
doubted and longed for, that thing even
death could not harm, that Being of Air
and Light you saw in the Man crucified....
[rec'd n/a in Brian Strand's New Contest #8, August, 2020]
Little is less than a lot
And most is not a few
I need a handle on this
So I know what to do
When measuring more
Into my favorite recipe
For a palmful is okay
Measuring for me …
Then come the metrics
Confusing me more
I cannot read labels
In the grocery store
I know about ounces
Milligrams are strange
And what is a liter
I cannot exchange
Guess I’ll stop cooking
Lest I overdo the salt
Eating at a restaurant
Then, it’s their fault.
Written September 29, 2022
I Have Read Some of Your Book, the Stories told and the Positive Messages it attempts to Portray.
I Believe in them, But Don’t know if I Can Live up To Them?
To Prove My Worth as A Man, I Seek Power, Influence, Monetary Wealth and Prestige.
I Think of Being Virtuous, A Man Of Character, Humble and Truth Seeking.
Though I Still Often Seek Lusts of The Flesh, Even If Only In My Mind.
Oh Wretched and Sinful Man that I Am.
Your Words Wash Over Me, Renewing My Mind, Spirit and Resolve, But I Often Wonder If It Is Enough?
For In My Daily Walk, I Often Do the Right Thing, But With The Wrong Motives.
Many Times Seeking Mine Own Ends At Any Cost.
Father Give Me Wisdom For Today, For Tomorrow I Will Need More.
Grant Me Daily Sustenance For Food, Shelter, Clothing and a Few of My Many Wants, Or Hearts Desires.
Help Me Not to Seek to Be Free Of Your Guidance, Instruction(s) Or Laws, Merely to attain Temporary Goals which Fade and Decay With the Passage Of Time.
Know that I Love You, I Don’t Always Understand You, Or Know Your Will, Though I Long to Have Your Presence In My Life.
Forgive Me For Past Indiscretions and Daily Misjudgments In Character, for I Am Only A Man, Made Of Flesh and Blood.
Though Made Of Clay, and Seeking Your Face.
Sincerely,
Your Son by Adoption
Author Paul Cumberbatch (September 15th, 2020)
From the moment they gave him the measuring tape
That's the second Monty started to measure away
Measuring this and measuring that
From the round side of rings to the square side of flat
He measured the span on the wings of a fly
The knees of the bees as they buzzed him by
He measured the toot from the sound of a flute
And the beat of a drum, Monty measured that too
He measured the space between space and time
So there were no mistakes he measured it in the light
Pulled the tail of a lion to measure its roar
The teeth on a shark but only up to row four
Monty measured the clowns from the circus in town
With a wink and a nod, the upside of down
He measured the dinner his mom sat on his plate
Then for dessert, he measured the cake
The last thing Monty did before he went to bed
Was to measure the pillow where he laid his head
And in no time at all, Monty was fast asleep
Where in between snores he measured his dreams