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Some things, one can't quantify.
There are so many stars in the sky.
I can't count the ocean's fishes,
or one little girl's wishes.
the feelings liquefy
from the heat inside
I pour them from my heart
into a glass measuring cup
they don't quantify
there is less there
than I thought
The distance between two lips gives reference
To shaping breaths about to birth deference;
A process from brain's signal,
That connects one with actual
Status above affluence before preference.
A serving size they say is wise
Never issued a measuring cup
Nobody led with avoid demise
Here take a sweet nothing, yup!
How do you quantify gluttony?
Misrecognition from the start
Is it hunger or just bad company?
The hollow sale of a poisoned dart
As I sat I stared at the teeniest tiniest of hairs which by and by was not so easy for these naked eyes to quantify it was but one single prayer that then as it were by or perhaps with some sort of surprise that I realized that what I had just then surmised could only have been seen slantwise…
Do not over think or quantify
let the words flow from your heart.
They will speak, even shout for themselves
so just write what is deep in your soul.
Let your words paint a picture
and they will glitter and shine
written 05.16/2015
contest: Advice for new writers, words of wisdom in verse
I love you more than all the stars in the sky
I love you more than anyone else
I love you more than life itself
I love you more than I thought possible
I love you more than words can express
I love you more than numbers can quantify
I love you more than you love me
I love you more than you can ever know
Lord tomorrow has the unspeakable odds
and I must confess to want more or less
I shall not quantify it by myself
the special needs but
lord just plant the seeds
let faith handle what I need and
I shall do the good deeds
yet tomorrow has the unspeakable odds
oh lord, I am going to be ready because
I know that you're just a breath away
When you are free to think
When you are not dependent upon anything
You feel your mind and heart move slowly,
Guessing more creative
You should be a think tank
Mesmerizing!
You always fail to do,
To prove to the people
That you are free
Quantify the beggars at six blocks next to you
They still sing the favorite songs
They are free indefinitely
In a hectic world
people are like rubiks cubes
colored parts that rotate
and fit neatly into slots
and people are like oceans
with pieces floating on the surface
and dark mysterious waters below,
never seen by the human eye
and people are like people.
with variables too numerous to quantify
or map out on any spectrum
or allude to with words.
my intentions were clear
but only if you were speaking my language.
World's troubles reflected in a dark sky
Days and nights now blurred fears quantify
My ears pick up artillery in war cry
Depression rolls in I try to deny
All my thoughts grow befuddled I belie
Tears held in so many puddles I cry
Emotions all muddled up in deep sighs
My eyes hollow my heart beats amplify
On divine intervention I rely!
2.11.22
Contest Name: Monomixorhyme
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Mighty is Thy strength, like the deep sea storms
Louder can Thy strength, as the thunder strike
Burning is Thy strength, as the sunlight noon
The quietness of Thy strength, as the creation
Tender is Thy strength, as the purity of Love
Innocence is Thy strength, as the eye of the child
Greatness is Thy strength, as universe immense
Quantify is Thy strength, impossible task
The beauty of Thy strength, sky small space to pen
Form:
It could all be chance
It could all be fate
It could all be an elaborate game
We the pawns and fools of some God's make?
Life is strange to quantify
Life can change - the blink of an eye!
But what's the reason why?
We live and we die
Justify or clarify?
What happens when the curtains close?
Do we see our friends or foes?
Do we laugh or do we cry?
At that moment when we die
When we see the reasons why.
All life is fleeting; I know I will die,
for I am a sentient, thinking being.
The laws of Nature equally apply;
all life is fleeting.
Faith is me believing without seeing
that there's a heaven, where God rules on high,
and His Angels care for my well-being.
God's love is something I can't quantify,
and yet, my faith sends doubts and fears fleeing.
For although I get to live, love, and cry,
all life is fleeting.
On this day, I think of those
who gave it all for a cause,
answered the call to duty and service.
I often wonder, what compels one
to make such a profound sacrifice,
how to quantify such bravery.
Those of us, the beneficiaries,
must honor them in remembrance,
our requisite duty to those who have fallen.
We must conduct ourselves in a manner
that honors their sacrifice,
show pride, patriotism and appreciation,
for this, we owe them all!
How often do I think of you?
Let's try to quantify:
1. If always was a number
I couldn't count that high,
2. If always was a distance
Try measuring the sky,
3. If always was a volume
The ocean would run dry,
4. If always was a lifetime
From birth through 1-0-5,
(And if I live beyond that,
as long as I'm alive)
The point of this is not to count,
Determine, or appraise
I'm telling you so that you know...
I think of you always
The streams deluge is a sweet impromptu
Of entranced embankments deflecting the mass,
Infinite depths are the enquiries, ‘where to’
Jagged, tempestuous perpendiculars, alas
Quantify clandestine with volume I’d muster,
Then rapid becomes and is powerless to stop
Disturbing my sleep and awakening lack lustre,
Gently it beckons to an inevitable drop.
Just as my thoughts ask, ‘where do my dreams go?
How long have I slept here, and how far the flow.
Eight ounces in a coffee cup
Sixteen ounces in a pound
Both of these are things that you
Can wrap your mind around
Super-tankers plying the seas
Hold millions of gallons of oil
And weeks and years is how we see
Our lives and the time that we toil
Sixty seconds in a minute
Twenty-four hours in a day
Everything we know and have
Is measured in this way
We can quantify everything we know,
But if I might be so bold
Is there anyone that can tell me
How much love a heart can hold?
I don’t think it’s foolish,
Simple-minded, silly, whimsical,
Naïve, and/or childish
To believe that love is magical.
So-called experts offer
No scientific explanations
That any would prefer.
Love wordlessly defies summation.
You know that I love you,
But that is so hard to quantify;
And I am loved by you--
I don’t need to know a reason why.
Some believe in magic.
Most believe in something up above.
Wouldn’t life be tragic,
If we all stopped believing in love?!
The time is close- the crossroad to my death-
dear God, so short the time to quantify,
before I leave this world with my last breath,
the good my journey brought to fortify
a life worth-lived, and aptly justify
I've loved and helped my family and friends,
and when I've wronged, did offer my amends;
as best I could- I followed your commands.
Oh, God, if not, please now my soul, do cleanse,
and carry it to Heaven in your hands.
SIGH SO SKY
Cotton comes to you to quantify softness
Silk seeks you out to see supreme silkiness
A rose rises to you to remember a rosy aroma
A swan swims toward you to see sanctified grace
Cezanne would say you are syncopation and symmetry
Baudelaire would care to bow before your poetic beauty
An eagle eases toward you in the evening to find how to fly like an angel
As I would fly with you were I invited into your sky
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee!~
SIGH SO SKY
Cotton comes to you to quantify softness
Silk seeks you out to see supreme silkiness
A rose rises to you to remember a rosy aroma
A swan swims toward you to see sanctified grace
Cezanne would say you are syncopation and symmetry
Baudelaire would care to bow before your poetic beauty
An eagle eases toward you in the evening to find how to fly like an angel
As I would fly with you were I invited into your sky
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee!~
Pity the fool who lives by numbers
He counts his sheep while the sagacious slumbers
Imagines triangles equal or obtuse
Then numbers his thoughts by hypotenuse.
He dreams of trig and long division
Then stimulates his mind with a rhombus prism
Wet duvets caused by a linear quantify
He counts his orgasms by using pi.
Correlation coefficients make him smile
Exercises measured by the metric mile
A career built on a quadratic path
An idiotic devotion to anus numbing math.