Best Quantities Poems
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an area of low pressure has been building
Rest assured, it won't lead to bouts of depression
but rumblings of thunder have now been heard,
foreshadowing the bombs of fury soon to come.
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this Poetry Souper has been on a strict vegetarian diet
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They have been consumed in copious quantities.
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It's predicted to be tornado level turbulence
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Anatomically referred to as expelled flatulence.
Blowouts should be considered as lethal blasts,
and not to be taken lightly, ignored, or scorned.
This is a public service alert of severe wind forecast.
The approaching storm is of gigantic proportions.
Gas masks are advised. You have been warned!
Warning Poetry Contest
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Submitted to Weather Poetry Contest
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2/28/20
Categories:
quantities, humorous, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Many ingredients bake writing inspiration.
This recipe combines a stirring sensation:
Heaps of desires never realized
as marinated in teary sore eyes;
Quantities of wide open spaces
caramelized by nature’s appeal;
Ageless genuine emotional traces
sifted thru heart rendered graces;
Equal parts family and romantic love
as roasted within, without and above;
Measured creamed ideals of peace
with blanched pain and battle grease;
Diced wishes braised with thrill
bearing aromas of tangy heat or chill;
Slices of awe from a glorious tree
breaded with traits strong and free;
I do not forget sour spices of greed
dusted with mankind’s violent seed;
A mix of fears dredged in anxiety
with stress jelled in complexity;
and, lastly, faith garnished spirit
grown in a soul conscious thicket.
If able, I mix love with ingredients above
before sampling my recipe once warmed up.
If savory, I enjoy serving in poetry cups.
Categories:
quantities, desire, food, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Like so many possibilities, the cars stream by
All gleaming in the sun, catching my eye
Offering so many choices I can make in life;
which woman do I desire to always stand alongside me,
what kind of man do I aspire in life to be?
Do I want her to be as strong, or stronger than me;
do I want to be gentle and kind, giving love freely?
Strolling down this boulevard of dreams,
thinking of the endless possibilities ...
the vast unknown quantities presented in life
What do I look for, what will I pass with regret?
All the beautiful flowers on this boulevard,
which will I pick, which will I forget?
I believe in my heart
that God will direct me the right way
So as I continue to walk down this boulevard of dreams,
I wonder with much curiosity, what will the future bring
Categories:
quantities, dream, faith, life, soulmate,
Form:
Verse
Cheese curds make my day.
My wife has a daily habit
Of caring for all my needs.
She keeps her eyes wide open
To see what she can see.
This week was no exception
As she neared the dairy case.
Greeted by one of my favorites
Now staring her in the face.
You see. . . I love cheese curds.
I even love their squeaky sound.
When she finds real fresh ones
I can eat them by the pound.
Several months ago,
A nearby dairy closed its door.
Never to make great curds again
No. . . never “curds” no more.
Shullsburg, Wi. was the next place
We’d make the day long drive to.
When we’d go so far fetch,
We’d always buy more than a few.
But it goes against my “system”
When those curds are in the home.
I’m always “digging” in the frig
I can’t leave those curds alone.
But as sometimes life will go
Our local grocer now has in stock
So we can buy fresh curds
Without driving a "million blocks”.
She announced as she returned
From the weekly trek she makes.
“The store had some ‘new’ curds”
To mention curds is all it takes.
I quickly fought open the package
To taste and hear that sound.
I scarfed down several chunks
Before in the frig they’re bound.
“Oh my !” is what I shouted.
These curds are really best.
But at my age, I must control
The quantities I now ingest.
For my old system can’t tolerate
All the cheese I’d like to eat.
So I must regulate the flow
Save my curds for just a treat.
My son, however: doesn’t seem care.
He can mow them down full feed.
But I know “our kitchen tender”
Will supply us all we need.
So “Thank you” Homestead Dairy
And all the folks involved in that.
I’ll be up to see your operation
Maybe get to see you “stir the vat”. :o)
A parting note to all Christian readers,
I’ve a thought about life’s end.
With all the banquets talked about,
I trust my curds “someone” will send.
Written by oldbuck to commemorate the discovery of a “local” supply for fresh curds. Curds and crisp bacon are two of my favorite foods.
Categories:
quantities, appreciation, farm, food, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Anxiously the trees were awaiting their morning breeze,
Birds nestled amongst the high towering branches,
Caressing in couples as they watched over their nests,
Delicately leaves were falling due to Autumn's plight.
Embarking in flight, two crows left their pine behind,
Flying into the East and straight for the now rising sun,
Gently they soared until only silhouettes could be seen,
Harmoniously at this point, a slight gust did prevail,
Indulging itself as it blew softly through the falling leaves.
Jasmines were basking in the warmth of the new sun rays,
Kookaburra could now be heard laughing at the new dawn,
Literally as loud as one could imagine a songbird to be.
Morning was breaking swiftly as a young blackbird sung,
Numerous other creatures were now stirring by the songs,
Others including magpies, butcher birds, and various parrots,
Parrots being among some of the most beautifully coloured birds.
Quantities of them were now flying across the lush meadows,
Randomly making their way to a great forest of pines,
Shaded under the great pines grew poisonous mushrooms,
Tremendous Oaks across the field near the pines stood.
Under them lives a family of giant red kangaroos,
With newborn joeys playing on the dewy ground,
Xanthic daisies were glistening in the morning sun,
Year after year I sit here and absorb it all through my senses,
Zealously anticipating every morn after a good night's sleep.
Categories:
quantities, animal, beauty, bird, sun,
Form:
Abecedarian
Love contests in quantities, like numbers,
game of chance for romance by the numbers,
You and you, pick one or two, left first choose,
then right follows through ... awake the numbers,
if I was you, don't let romance wait too,
go ahead, awaken the dead ... numbers,
At last, the dead have passed, now let's see who?
Romance counts true ... encounter the numbers,
You have the Lucky Two, which means you lose,
You've one, as you've begun ... 'twas the numbers,
So stop your frets, but guess what's next; Round Two,
Where you and you will not choose the numbers,
But I will choose which one of you will step ...
aside. Let the other get the numbers,
with the roll of a dice, the one who stepped
aside, from counted steps of dice numbers,
--HOLD, break from sequence, noted facial change,
bears a consequence, shortchange the numbers,
FOCUS, understand passion, hence, begin
again, --dice rolled--, start steps to those numbers,
Distance makes the difference, the farther
you are from me, the better ... you, numbers,
Your turn, the dice have been rolled, go, distant
yourself. The dice will roll seven numbers,
This was the first, therefore, six more to go.
The Desert Tribesman's way's ... the numbers,
We live by this code of honor. Methods,
in and of itself, seems nothing ... numbers
seems nothing. The deserts way, the Desert
People ... Ancestral ties are... the numbers.
Categories:
quantities, appreciation, character, future, growing
Form:
Ghazal
Sapphire elixir has formed herself into a beautiful gem,
relieving mental outbursts
repelling negative thought waves that could harm
or inflict self-doubt of any kind
Sapphire properties transmutes negative thoughts
into light and happy ones.
Reaching for a dark navy stone in the form of a
pendant, ring or bracelet
influences the wearer toward happy, light, joyful moods
Sapphire has been revered by the ancients,
since the beginning of the beginning
known by the ones who know the heart's soul the best
Appreciated by those who can heal torn
Chakras, and those who can feel the earth's pain.
A magic elixir in the form of a gem that has the power
to transmute negative thought into positive healing
Healing for you, and healing for the earth.
Sapphire. The magic elixir toward great quantities of joy.
Categories:
quantities, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A E I O U
Two times two is four
D O O R spells door
Maths was about addition and subtraction
Multiplication and division
Studied animals and apes
And all them shapes
Circles and triangles
Squares and rectangles
Pentagons, hexagons
Septagons, octagons
Nonagons and decagons
Then I grew a little and things got tough
The stuff got a bit rough
School became boring
Talk of junior-high bullying
I got scared and
The maths got weird
Areas and volumes
Cones and pyramids
Cords and sectors
Quantities and vectors
Pi r squared?
Half times base times height?
No way I’m getting these right
Positives and negatives
Radius and diameter
Areas, perimeters
Voltmeters and ammeters
More and more shapes
Rhombus, star and trapezium
Physics and chemistry
Lithium and helium
Biology and history
Mussolini, Hitler and Stalin,
And the famous wall of Berlin
I thought I was done
But things got less fun
I started to debit and credit
Economics and statistics
Differentiation and intergration
Poisson and normal distribution
Assignments, projects and dissertations
Now I’ve got the diplomas and degrees
But guess what
I’m just a poet
Now, tell me
Did I waste my time?
Categories:
quantities, books, education, funny, growing
Form:
Rhyme
Racial slurs fly in Michigan like footballs.
I'm not supposed to point the finger at white women,
but white women who enjoy NASCAR, and mass
quantities of alcohol. can be pretty racists and homophobic,
This white woman said, "What did God say when he made
the first black man? "Damn, I burnt one."
Some people can lighten the mood right before a race-riot
breaks out by telling racists jokes. On the roof
of a very tall building are four men; one is asian,
one is mexican, one is black, and the last one is white.
The asian walks to the ledge and says,
"This is for all my people" and jumps off the roof.
Next, the mexican walks to the ledge and also says,
"This is for all my people" and then he jumps off the roof.
Next is the black guy's turn. The black guy walks
to the ledge and says, "This is for all my people"
and then throws the white guy off the roof.
See that's funny. We get really funny things
because of our differences. We do have to learn
to laugh, but more importantly appreciate ourselves..
Without color the world would be pretty grey.
This seems pretty obvious, but doesn't stop people
from killing each other. The world wouldn't
even be grey without color because grey is a color.
They say the blind can't lead the blind,
which brings me to my next joke.
How do you blindfold a Chinese person?
Put floss over their eyes.
I shouldn't have to spell out the obvious, or fight
for tolerance. It's getting late and my eyes
are turning red from all the jokes. Racism is
really bad comedy. it's like listening to a really bad laugh
that slowly drives a man insane. Don't even get me
started on sexism, which is just a form of stupidity.
I just don't like stupid people. I don't like when stupid
looks me in the eyes because it's ugly.Racists and sexists
must have brain cancer or some devastating mental illness,
which causes them to get mad when Mexicans don't mow
the grass or confused when black people don't like fried chicken.
Categories:
quantities, black african american, cinco
Form:
Blank verse
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A Rambling Poet
There’s always been a significant person
Who has guided me through life
And taught me everything
A growing girl should learn,
From counting all my numbers,
To knowing how life can be cold.
My gratitude rewards this person
For, I was not easy to train,
Oft’ times I turned my shoulder cold
I believed I knew everything.
I just wanted to be young and live,
And tried to stray too many times to count.
I’ve grown beholden of the things I’ve learned.
My knowledge floods in large quantities,
Through my veins, from the veins of a special being.
Accepted, and hoarding his words, entirety
My mind suppressing reality of his un-beating hearts coldness
Building castles in air, deceiving myself that he might live.
~”I walk solitaire, but not alone”~
Through the graveyard, choked by after-life.
His name on the monument, bold & stone cold.
I run my hand across the surface, and embrace it whole
Suffer the etching through my fingertips, I’ve new things to learn
“He” isn’t really here, only his flesh and bones.
I close my eyes to preserve it all, and count to 10.
Within that 10 seconds, his spirit enlightens my company,
Sits with me, we discuss everything
“I taught you a lot, especially these things of cold,
I know what I promised, I know what a special person
I was to you. But Randa you must now learn
To do things on your own. In the way of your own life.”
~”I shan’t forget the words he left me with…”~
“Pass my knowledge to my grandsons, for them to learn.
I see already you’ve taught Logan to count.
Princess, you know I’m still here, even though my flesh is cold
And, even though now I cant do every little thing
That I could when my blood flowed, I can live on through your life
And spiritually lead you to be who you want, as a person”
Then my daddy faded away, and everything
Went back to the way it was. Like numbers
On a clock, must be wound to keep it’s life.
©2011-06-23
Miranda Lambert
Contest: Writing In The Sublime ~
Categories:
quantities, death, fatherme, me,
Form:
Sestina
I am putting a sign in my window for a position available. The position is soul mate,
(friend and lover) this is not a temporary job but a forever thing. Apply within to see
what I am seeking.
You must be male
Single (divorced or widow is okay)
Live in this city(no long distance thing)
Love cats (I have two)
And children (I have none)
You must be trustworthy and faithful
(without trust we have nothing)
Have good communication
A good listener
Love nature and long walks
Hate cruelty to people and animals
Like poetry(mine especially)
Be a writer (optional)
Be happy with your life
Not into smoking, drugs or alchohol
Have humility and kindness
Ambition and intelligence are needed
As is honesty and warmth and tenderness
Mature yet still have that little kid inside
You should be supportive and nurturing
Appreciate my friends(accept them)
Be a good kisser etc
Sense of humor is a must
Like art and museums and plays and concerts
Movies and music
Day trips in the city and hiking
(sorry these feet never leave the ground)
Flowers(because I have a garden)
Watching television
Love to read and quiet time
Have great quantities of compassion and empathy
Show respect to me and others
Have your own hobbies and interests and friends
Accept my flaws
Be passionate and romantic and affectionate
Like to cook
Helping with the housework is not a problem(yes/no)
If you have controlling behaviour (please do not apply)
Share my values and respect my beliefs
Committed to improving yourself
Appreciate my private space and thoughts
Bring me flowers and chocolates (just because)
Willing to compromise at times
Put no conditions on our relationship
Make me a better person
Love me
If you feel this is a position you are qualified for, please come for an interview with
a list of your qualifications and picture. Reminder, this is not a temporary job but
a forever thing.
________________________
June 7, 2015
List
Written by Broken Wings
For the Contest, The Interview, sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
Categories:
quantities, friend, love, soulmate, drug,
Form:
List
What makes a man a man?
What makes him special?
What makes him stand out?
What makes him good?
Floating through my youth I had dreams of being a wife,
One day having children and living the perfect life.
Loving me unconditionally is what I wanted in a hubby,
I didn’t care his race, height or even if he was chubby.
If I was to think about what makes a man good,
Counting all the attributes I don’t think I could.
Most importantly to me is that with himself he’s happy,
Loves me unconditionally, and if he’d make a good daddy.
Secure in our relationship holding true confidence,
Before acting out of impulse remember the consequence.
A good man reveals intimacy in ways a woman desires,
When passion is ignited he’s the one who starts the fires.
When you love a good man, looks are never important,
He’s already beautiful in your eyes as he’s genuinely accordant.
He takes pride in his wife and shows her utmost respect,
And at the end of the day, a sweet kiss is all he does expect.
True goodness comes from deep faith in the Lord,
Money doesn’t matter when love’s all he can afford.
Calling throughout the day just to say a quick “I love you”,
When he looks into your eyes he sees your true value.
Those are just a few things that makes a man good in partnership,
But what makes a man good in other social relationships?
Honest loyalty to his friends is an important thing to have,
And when with them all they do is mess around and laugh.
A wonderful son who visits his mother when he can,
And an over protective brother when his sister is in pain.
A fighter for the righteous and a forgiver when there’s a fault,
He must have love for his country, never put education on halt.
A good man can be a combination of many different qualities,
But most importantly he must give his love in much deserved quantities.
*Dedicated to a good man, my husband Nicholas*
A Good Man
Lewis Raynes
October 28, 2016
Categories:
quantities, courage, giving, men,
Form:
Couplet
A gentle breeze,
rustling dried leaves,
now quietly at ease.
I set down upon fallen trees.
Elbows resting on knees
lungs strained, I wheeze.
I had run from the abductees
of ones youth with unease.
One looks around and sees
childhood trees,
climbed with buddies,
now dead or diseased.
Others also escaped times freeze
from a picture of static memories.
Everything’s time comes no mater the pleas.
Head in hands, breathing more at ease
I look round again, suddenly pleased.
As I look at grounds dead leaves,
one sees the forests new inductees.
Saplings, I count by the threes,
along with them more, slightly older attendees,
of this forest. Young life in vast quantities.
Now I’m relaxed and can now foresee,
someone climbing grown saplings with glee.
Remembering that day of youth in all degrees.
To come back and realize that time will never freeze.
Categories:
quantities, life, tree, wisdom,
Form:
Monorhyme
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!
We’ll leave the frats, in the dust, and bring The Bun, merrily, along.
He had a great run, at Easter time, now he can let, the good times roll.
Who knows best, than a nest of Trolls, how to have, a really great time!
A Biker Bar should fill our sails, as we go, courting the best… of it all.
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!
The beers great, the girls’ first rate, I’ll ride a full-blown Harley Hog.
To ride them down, across the town, my hair, flowing behind, in the air.
But first we’ll make a new drinking song, betting on, who’s best, by far.
Biker Dudes, Trolls enthused, raise their mugs in unity, again, once more!
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!
It’s all fun, as with pool cues in hand, we try to, learn to play Eight Ball.
We’ll dance on the floor, and some on the bar, as rowdier we become.
But we’re the best, with glass in fist, as we sing our new… drinking song.
So don’t be glum! Here, come along, to laughter amid, such joyful fun.
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!
We’ll have fun, then move along, as our song wins, and the tab is yours.
You can join, as comes, the next bar, and we’ll, start all over, once more!
It’s party time, until dawn, for Trolls can hold, great quantities of rum.
As drinking games come, we win every time, as the losers pay the bill.
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those, Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!
(A drinking song for the pure fun it: sung like a pirate song clinking mugs.)
Categories:
quantities, adventure, celebration, community, crazy,
Form:
Lyric
They're called, "the Central Science"
and the Physics connecting with other
Natural Sciences. Becoming the Number
of Atoms on the Left and the Right in the
Equation for a Chemical Transformation
to be EQUAL.
They're the Quantity, the Structure, the Space
and the Change seeking out Patterns and
FORMULATING new Conjectures. Becoming Equations
of Expressed Relationships between given
Quantities, the Known and the Unknown.
They become an instant Luminous Sphere of Plasma
held together by GRAVITY.
Descending ever sooo brightly through
Dark Cloud Constellations.
Becoming their own Thermonuclear Fusion
and Interacting Gravity, giving the Earth its source
of ENERGY.
Let NO Scientist, Mathematician or Astronomer
determine their FATE.
A.J.C
Categories:
quantities, faith, love, science,
Form:
Free verse