Long Gauging Poems
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I never wanted a man
Whose words are heavy and slurred,
Drowned in the alcohol
He drinks without a word.
I had high hopes back then—
No prince or knight in gold,
Just a patient, gentle hand
For my own to hold.
A compassionate man, a loving fool,
A doting father to our own.
Yet cruel fates have left me here,
Sitting in this house, alone.
My kids wreak havoc in the house,
My daughter playing doctor now,
My son, her patient on the floor—
Safe from the storm, somehow.
Unaware that all they have is play,
Beside a tilting dollhouse ledge,
A fragile home of plastic walls
Teetering right upon the edge.
Yet through the grief, a quiet peace:
Thank god they only know of joy.
Even though I know too well,
It’s a peace he will destroy.
My eyes keep darting to the door,
Waiting for his heavy tread,
The kids call 'Father' now,
The man to whom I am wed.
Fate is a cruel, binding thing;
It locked me in with no escape.
No wings to fly, no ground to hold,
No independent path to shape.
But just when darkness settled in,
And I had thought I'd had enough,
Life brought me two small, shining stars,
Woven from a gentler stuff.
The front door clicks, and there he stands.
My eldest looks up from her play,
Already fluent in his steps,
Reading the shadows of the day.
Her small eyes dart to meet his face,
Gauging the shifting, heavy air—
Will he be the loving father now?
Or the monster waiting there?
the dark skies
Ambushing in the woods to my joys and pleasures
Becoming my life's mess and unwanted passions
Calling my name and his to torment me in the roads for him
Daring to cross my house to destroy my love and joys
Erasing my existence for me and for my lovely man
Falling for me no more , for him as dark clouds harms him
Gauging him for him for my displeasure
Harnessing my anger and anxiety to take him away from me
Iillness catched him to take my love and pride away
Jumping all around my home for the hope for more menace
Kidding about love and harmony
Love as the object of perfect lies beyond the skies
Meanings of love and affections are dust now for him
Nor love nor hate could take him back to my arms
Oppositions are dancing in my backyard from years
People cannot see him and me together , they have punched deep holes
Quest for love and him is over for me now
Rest is with my dear lords and gods
Sitting in my couch but wondering on seas
Tears are dried now in my eyes for me and for him
Upon the dark skies is no light present to ignite any hope
Values of love are useless now for me
Waters of harmony have evaporated long ago
Xeroxing my anger , like an artists most wonderful masterpiece
Years of separations are long now not to be filled with joy anymore
Zeniths of pleasures are gone gone now
When amidst broken equals, we approved,
Ere a freed grain of nomadic sand slipped,
Melancholic surrendered, whole reproved,
Monitor the saved life single and stripped.
Two separate paths once joined normally,
One courses happiness, opposite naught,
Depraved, unprincipled, lived lukewarmly,
Blossomed languishes, internally fraught.
Provocative commencement surefire fade,
Arrangements, invites, sent cancellations,
Heartbreaking embattles a soul betrayed,
Evoke mother's "time out", do causations.
Solely talks like being ere his gravestone,
Passersby ask he says, "Gauging my own."
*Image of Globe Earth Map Of The World by Pixabay.
The Geo-Whiz
It is my second day in high school and I had signed up for Geography.
Nearing the end, our teacher gave a simple pop quiz test
... guessing that she was gauging us. She said to get out
our pens and paper and list down the alphabet's on the
left side of our paper.
She stands next to the classroom globe pointing at it and told us to write down any place on there that we may know about, except Hawaii, then write our answers to the corresponding alphabets on our list.
I live out in the country, far from the village high school.
We have no electricity but an AM transistor radio, basically,
it's entertainment for the adults. Now, that left us kids to
do whatnots. Mines was reading ... comics to encyclopedias.
(The completed tests were turned in, graded, and returned.)
Marked in red, she gave me 99% and an A.
The lunch bell rang and I went to her desk and said that she made an error and that she had crossed out my 'O' and replaced it with an 'I'.
I told her, "I did not write about a country but about a city in
Algeria that is larger than Honolulu." After showing her that
place on the globe, she changed my grade to 100% and an A+.
In regards to that correction, just add 'ran' to those alphabets to know what had occurred.
2021 July 02
San Gabriel Refrain
Take honesty because that's what matters;
evasion is the truth - suppressed.
Lies thrive on corrupt laws, noisome splatters
that cannot get past the smell test.
What happens when guilt, gut feelings ensue?
If it serves the cause, who cares if it's true?
Take honesty because
lies thrive on corrupt laws.
Corruption takes advantage of the man
who can't be bothered to check out the plan.
Changing the question, bah, just more glitter -
no one knows who, nor what they knew.
Talk the truth, man of straw, lead-off hitter
of political games seen through.
Read The Patrioteer,(Der Untertan)
written by German author, Heinrich Mann.
Changing the question? bah!
Talk the truth, man of straw.
Mann writes of a fictional "brave coward,"
suppressed by the one he has empowered.
Though I can't follow through on the chatter
by and large, candid stands my test.
With guile or candor, I'll take the latter,
gauging winds offered by the rest.
My eyes see through the hollow of their veil
when politicians lie beyond the pale.
Though I cannot follow
my eyes see through hollow.
I know. And I know Another who knows;
when all is done, it is truth He'll expose.
She talks to blackness
Madness running in the night
I follow her trial through
Field and wood
My trigger finger heavy, good
Pshow the twenty two fires
Blawo blawo the shot gun calls
I can hear her breath
Collapse, revive, collapse
Revive running for her life
Shoeless, naked
Her bare flesh ripped by brush
The hunt is on
The hunt is good
I fire into the darkness
Gauging her distance
I begin to circle. Circle
I cut her with my hatchet
Right in her throat
She wants to scream
But only bubbles belay her bereavement
Blood drips from the hatchet
Like the wax drippings coagulated
My pet is dead!
Calls the madness from the darkness
The urge is calling
Already pecking for me to bleed them
Hiding in the darkness
It consumes me, coughing
Collectively choking my breathing
What madness is this?
Down on one knee
Chocking on the blackness
My love is gone! So what is life?
Meaningless.
As I stare at this blank canvas
I wonder what to create
Should I write what I feel
I ponder if anyone can relate
Art in the form of words
There is no canvas that goes unheard
As I reach deep inside my mind
Gauging what's my biggest crime
I would have to say it's art
Now follow closely because this will get dark
Don't get lost in the shadow of my arch
There is no sun where the sun don't shine
I hope you listening close because that was a punch line
Art comes in many forms
I try to create outside of the norm
I was pronounced different from the day I was born
Now don't get torn
This is not sympathetic art
This is real raw lay out your heart
I make a puzzle out of my words
I like using synonyms antonyms and verbs
Not a shattered illusion
But a microbial infusion
Tell me can you follow
A canvas so hollow
Bruised at its outer edge
Heart still beating
But inside it's dead
Yet you can't help but stare
Would you buy it?
I bet you won't .. I dare
Form:
Deborah and I received a wonderful complement from Ava., our granddaughter, the other day
It coincided with a time we’d come to terms with becoming old and grey.
We met for lunch at a restaurant…for our usual…good food, conversation…and fun
when the conversation turned to age…and how this year we’ll both be 71.
Deborah mentioned how she’s loved her life…and as each years unfolds….
even now at 71…she doesn’t feel old.
I smiled and nodded at her thinking…for I wholeheartedly agree…
even though when it comes to age…Deborah is six months older than me :)
The point is we feel lucky to be in our 70’s…then the next thing we were told
by Ava with with a smile on her face…was how the two of us don’t seem that old.
How old do you think we are…we asked…our old senses now revived….
when she thought a moment, smile then said…not a day over 65.
Gauging someone’s age…isn’t always easy…
sometimes it can be tough…
and when Ava took 5 years off our age…
we thought…5 years is enough.
It was a happy moment…and we thanked our lucky stars…
and hope our children and our grandchildren will always see us
a little younger than we are.
That they will always look into our hearts…
and see our chid is still alive…
A child who at 71…doesn’t look a day over 65.
July 9 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 120-132
Key Verse – Psalm 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
HEART THAT CRIES IN OUR DISTRESS UNTO THE LORD WHO HEARS US
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His graciousness
Really devoid of vanities’ worthlessness
Surely profitable along labour’s fruitfulness
Verily strengthening our faith for fervent steadfastness.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His sovereignty
Really upheld by truths’ certainty
Surely wise midst foolish futility
Verily controlling our actions to show godly sobriety.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His deliverance
Really certified by redemption’s endurance
Surely set for heavenly insurance
Verily keeping our salvation of eternal assurance.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His standard
Really fixed upon eternity’s safeguard
Surely supreme above academic excellent award
Verily gauging our stewardship with favourable card.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His victory
Really settled along Gospel love’s story
Surely triumphant all throughout Bible history
Verily empowering our sacrifices for His glory.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His engagement
Really fueled by His compassion’s endowment
Surely mighty through revival-bestowment
Verily inspiring our ministry involvement.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His sanctification
Really brightened through purification’s function
Surely holy toward repentance-glowing beautification
Verily forgiving our sins by His pardon’s completion.
July 9, 2026
There are times in a mans life when he knows he's the best
This is the time his mind and body are undoubtedly the hardest
He's focused more then ever on the tasks at hand
Making him shown as one hard man
When he endures punishment both physically and mentally
Showing his primal side in the face of his enemy
His heart pumps in a rapid course
Disregarding his weakness showing no remorse
A time when all his beliefs become fully released
Unleashing his rage like a caged beast
Precision and finesse in his movements are revealed
When gauging his trespasses on the battle field
Beaten, stabbed, ridiculed and humiliated are his burdens
During his youth as a streetwalking urchin
Bearing and strength come as and easy action
When dealing with pain of any faction.
To this my friend is a hard, hard man
Living in a kingdom of a unruly land
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