Short Quantify Poems

quellulent quotatudes
quantify quirky, quiet
qualitative quibbling
quailing questionnaires....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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My life is fleeting; I'm destined to die,
though I am a conscious, thinking being,
the laws of Nature equally apply;
my life is fleeting.

Faith requires I believe without seeing;
that there is a heaven, God rules on high,
and His Angels care for my wellbeing.

God's love is something I can't quantify,
and yet my faith sends doubts and fears fleeing.
For, although I get to love, laugh, and cry;
my life is fleeting....

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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!...

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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...

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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....

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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?...

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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?!...

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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!~...

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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!~...

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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....

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