Best Quantifying Poems

I wore popular shin high white boots,
The top in rage of disco dancing queens.
The Bee Gees were the utmost in the clan
The alter of quantifying demeans.

Revolutionary, the stance we took,
The freedom of iconoclastic paths
To justify rebellious avenues
That swayed the truth in plain objective wraths.

Our music...

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As armies continue to march their sanguinary war
lifeless lay those as sinewy gore,
pinnacled soldiers atop a land possessed
making themselves feel they've been blest
	
Bittersweet is the toil of progress
especially for those unacceptable to less
the muses in choir sing lamentable pleas
for those who have fallen on bended...

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I never meant to be a Professor,
   to keep records,
   to rank,
   to judge,
   to preen.

A crow among peacocks,
   I record your scores,
      pretending they measure your skills.
  ...

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Quantifying Art,
quality by the pound

Feelings like hair part
—separation profound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)...

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Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds

My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness have tainted romance and creation

Empiricism from the age of so...

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Based on observable 
And well-documented evidence,
War is nothing but the deliberate
And systematic erasure of human life,
With the purpose of achieving 
Some political goal.
In quantifying the variables 
That factor into the equation,
There is not, so much, 
A calculus of war, 
As there is a basic arithmetic,
And...

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Dear Jesus, my Father in heaven, comforter of my soul
I call upon thee with the humblest of heart, Repenting
I'm a sinner and I have sinned many times against you 
You saved me anyway; filled my heart with joyful-tears
Tears, I am not worthy to shed next...

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I have delved into the very heart 
where darkness simmers, love light glimmers 
then explodes in current apocalypse, 
an inferno eclipse of blind pyromania. 
Words, mere kindling and kerosene, 
fuse wire and gasoline, erupting, igniting 
screaming aflame, roaring and screaming 
your name, your name. 
Spluttering...

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We linked into the truth
Saw what was there
Heard the voices rage
As their secrets were laid bare
We broke into the code
Saw what's new and old
Always been the same
Until we meet again
The units quantifying life
Show history is built upon lies
Show people that were there are here
Do we...

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Written: October 30, 2023
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Measure the stretch, treasure time,
Measure the hilltops that we climb, 
Measure the oceans, vast and wide,
Measure the dreams we hold inside.

Measure the value...

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The lack of humanity
drives zero-sum
Away from each other
a darkening sun

What science explains
its methods conceal
Frustration attacks
lost cogs on the wheel

Desperation in charge
its point ever sharp
To pierce into nothing
but leaving its mark

That human about us
 left bare unatoned
Quantifying our passion
—stripped clean to the bone

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: January,...

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"I smell A.I. as it coldly brushes against me, stiff and analytical in it's digital analysis of my heartbeat, falling short in quantifying that which is experienced within my soul,,,,, this while though presenting the perfect picture of representation, lack's the true seasonings and flavor...

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The touchstones of existence…
  how many have you known

A common rock, a baby’s kiss,
  a dog to walk you home

Can one then trump the other,
  with importance or with worth

Can a seaside villa or Renoir painting,
  outshine a child’s birth

The physicists...

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Quantifying Art…
  quality by the pound

Feelings like hair, part
  —separation profound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)...

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If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go missing,
but they are catching up
they will fly in backwards
tumbling out of windswept decades.

Eyes that open too late have to wait,
have to stare at a future blankness
while ears gatecrash the present.

Will the thrown newspaper
land on the lower...

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