"estimates" poems
How can I live happily,
When my mother constantly criticizes me,
Refuses to admit when she is wrong,
Rejects all of my friends.
Calls me hurtful names,
Under-estimates me,
Invades my privacy,
And demoralizes me?
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
1372
The Sun is one—and on the Tare
He doth as punctual call
As on the conscientious Flower
And estimates them all—
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*A little nod to
Joseph Seamon Cotter, Jr.*
*As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back;
There passes across my ceiling
Last year’s thoughts and flashing lights of passing cars*
Three hundred and sixty days of things: clusters:
Horrifying stories of battered women and abuse children
Sickening parents with mental issues trended across the globe:
And a new seasons of Law-in order special Victim’s unit on Netflix
Teenagers and adult on a summer cruise: party hard:
Sunday church goers grasping the holy bible so tight to their *****
like a stick of dynamite golden heirloom
Girls under twenty in their fashion nova curves club outfits
Leaving nothing to the imaginations: the old men will live longer:
According to National Statistics estimates: without their pacemakers
As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back;
There passes across my ceiling,
Last year’s thoughts and flashing days of
Mishaps and misery on my job
As this coming year draws nearer, I pray
That I will find a way
Out of this path I have chosen.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
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Perhaps they do not go so far
As we who stay, suppose—
Perhaps come closer, for the lapse
Of their corporeal clothes—
It may be know so certainly
How short we have to fear
That comprehension antedates
And estimates us there—
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Plotted, charted according to popular theorem,
meticulously fretted over,
worked and reworked--confirmed.
Follow the order and find the balance.
But, variables.
Solve for x where x is an unknown.
The question may yet have an answer--
a suitable conclusion to prove the proof,
but has the problem a solution?
At rest, we are simple equations,
rounding ourselves to the nearest whole,
adding fractions of a percentage,
drawing a line and calling the bottom number
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TOTAL
But, variables.
1(x), where x is an unknown.
And all the fractions we add
leave us fractured,
divided from the solution, the end sum.
remainders to be rounded off,
estimates of ourselves.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
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The Child’s faith is new—
Whole—like His Principle—
Wide—like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes—
Never had a Doubt—
Laughs—at a Scruple—
Believes all sham
But Paradise—
Credits the World—
Deems His Dominion
Broadest of Sovereignties—
And Caesar—mean—
In the Comparison—
Baseless Emperor—
Ruler of Nought—
Yet swaying all—
Grown bye and bye
To hold mistaken
His pretty estimates
Of Prickly Things
He gains the skill
Sorrowful—as certain—
Men—to anticipate
Instead of Kings—
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1184
The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend or Nature—stranded then
In our Economy
Our Estimates a Scheme—
Our Ultimates a Sham—
We let go all of Time without
Arithmetic of him—
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Round and round,
a flash in fluid motion,
in the desolate ice rink
she skates and dances
embracing freedom,
my sense of time
shrinks and expands
at her own sweet will
the fiery flight of an angel,
it's spirit hits her lover's heart
but only tickles and explodes
in a rain of bright love signs.
I've been watching this
breath taking phenomenon,
without batting an eyelid,
how long, I lost all estimates,
my sins go up in smoke
when my heart,is up in flight,
benediction is the result
of watching her write poetry thus.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
50:53
Strobe
when revealing a smile variegated
your polychrome
soul within sight
does not know where to go but to pine away
from the single light to touch
the innards of your button-down
making intimate the body contorts dancing with another
a minute past a gyratory
if belief is a grave: let stasis be metamorphosis.
this rained-on house will not give way any minute
else there is the wreckage springing from a singular
hiding behind the music ballasting ground
and from a convinced consequence of being
became fracture as if salacious to withdraw nothing but noise
from the quiet or vice versa. If when breaths were postponed, inert – they will
start estimates from outside
the neon sign that says Pulse and reimagine the lives when divorced
from the daily, and is then summarized
in a fusillade. When on the ground
they must have been dreaming of wings, or falling asleep
constantly with a warm body stranger tomorrow in that evening
a contingent
this place they have not reached yet against their head
said it was the most sincere of blankness at any given rate,
when movements statistical, numbered, unwarranted like a metaphor
or a glib downpour – the aftermath
becomes sleep so tender with a dream which resonates
They must have been dreaming of wings but by the time when someone
waiting for them
inside homes, they have already flown into days.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Pretty life
Teaches me a lesson
Gives me an experience
Shows how the people are out there
Plays with emotions and makes me hard as a stone
Tells about hard work
And estimates my value in this beautiful world
Encourages by giving challenges
And helps me to survive in this world
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
old checkbooks
sales receipts
gas bills
insurance cards
love letters
college transcripts
repair estimates
project ideas
garden plans
teaching certificate
resignations
copies of copies
greeting cards
collection letters
red light ticket
pencil drawings
broken dreams
rental agreement
prescriptions
church bulletins
life
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
suspected of being
problematic, one is a
common
but
questionable
model, and an
adjustment
may
be
required
to address all
the nonsignificant
differences—
how
they
nonetheless constitute
important arbitrary
criterions
for
equivalence
the significance test
based on
observational
data
is
susceptible to (errors
of) interpretation
over the
question
at issue
namely, do
case differences
arise
because of
exposure
to a comparatively
small sample
or
because
of
another variable?
Exposure can be
only mediated
by
crude
estimates
and so may be
misleading
during
the
forming
of the hypothesized
model of one
that describes
the
association
between exposure,
bias, and
the variables,
and
reconciles
difference
with equivalence
significantly.
The model provides
little information
that is
incontrovertible
but
the results suggest if
adjustment for the variable
makes no
substantive
difference
ignore it
but if your knowledge
indicates the
adjusted
variable to
be preferable
then prefer it
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
He is nothing just throwing it away
Nothing but little to blame
All withered past the day
Thorough left to his splintered shame
Self-advantage sheltered once in me
A selfish ruin of lost control
The devil once tortured him among the unseen
For true is all that is remembered; baffled and withhold
Something but all a brutal essence
Crooked with mindless and deceived actions
He never beheld a large intend of such lessons
With all due to his respect,
his master's own intentions fractions
A diving behold but in remarculous form
Within stance from his cornered' throne
Belittled by all lies and schemes blended with such
Is all too late under what estimates morn
He tells all yet true lies within her
Such small and fragile he is held in intentions of much
Towered behind the days past
For nothing shall be granted and lasting
Copied and widowed by longing groan
Crept under lies and remorse under told by frames
Battled and scarred for his intentions of such and remains
Quietly shall he keep this up,
for he knows all is gone
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
This clade of “tree”
if you can believe that
! That this is what the
... silversword alliance technically are.
It's closely related tarweed...
The first **** wasn’t lonely for long and had
multiple terrains to colonize.
& tall tales take solidified liquid form
from the something
making water like fire
or air we can’t see floating like ice.
Pushed in a away a tsunami
seem small as they cross over the ocean.
Only they roar
louder then anything heard, but a drip
silenced lost lost
to deaf ears
empty troughs of the dunes
soft sand triumphing over the oceans.
The four subclades within the crossing times
sowed their alliance,
silversword are the tall tales
detail of long ago seemingly insignificant kept
life form, form life , forms
forms life
we know because it’s indistinguishable from the rest.
probabilities estimates Vertical
no horizontal or dashed lines.
Bound by the ' it was', see.
we are to the way we
were. Read the possible
probability of a tale, A tale
of a tall tale. Told.
Origination, will, times. They tell,
seconds per island
complex (from left-to-right:
Kaua‘i, O‘ahu, Maui Nui, Hawai‘i).
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
When estimates are made, then they are not just estimates,
it’s a way of ascertaining an uncertain future.
An uncertain future gets a glimpse of what seems to be possible in the present at the present moment in time when the estimate is being made.
Scope with regards to future varies in the present and also over a period of time along the future.
Each and everything comes into focus when an estimate is ready and needs to be followed in the present at the present moment in time.
Following a proper line of action comes later, much later.
Initially when everything related to making an estimate comes to mind it's important to take the right steps at the right moment in time.
.
Initially everything starts with particular line of thinking.
Initially in the present the thought process is very well defined,
so well defined that everything needs to be done keeping in mind the right moment in time.
Over a period of time things change and everything starts taking the right shape.
Now comes the moment in time to make an estimate since everything that is going on in mind gets sorted out and becomes clear.
Now the only thing that comes to mind is that time is going to be important.
Along with time comes an experience when efforts are been made
Along with experience comes accuracy in making an estimate
So never give up in life.
Give your best and always make efforts
A time will come when the importance of time will not only be understood, realized, agreed and accepted, but also it will be kept in mind.
An estimate will then be required keeping in mind the future.
So, there is nothing wrong in making an estimate
After all it takes only a small space of the entire page when making an estimate
So always see to it that you have your estimate ready for the plan that you have made in your mind and then only move towards taking the line of action.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Im too afraid we're substituting free love for free WiFi, changing lives by white cardboard shop signs in the green oaks window of a strip mall pile of bricks and ********
I woke up at 8 am with a crick in my neck, but the world woke up frustrated with a wedge in its back. I'll fall asleep tonight to jon krakauer stories and they'll go unconsciously alive with severed names. It's like a scene from 1984 that got forced into a brave new world and made a ******* child with ***** blood, still just as red as the rest of us.
With dulled minds and calloused hands,
insomnia is inherent instead.
The lot's full but the cars are empty, and the white lines are blurred when it's raining drops of liquid distortion, perverted by man and no longer pure. Jesus' paper face is scotch taped to the glass pane of an apartment's sliding door; blocking a clear view of reality. But what is real and what is reality if we're all just defined by guesses? Just the rough estimates of what should be, or of what is by those who lived before us. And died before us.
Nothing ever lasts, but it's here and so are we.
And that's our stability.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
she estimates the night
counting the stars laid out
in a sweeping gesture in dayglow paint
across the ceiling
with technicolor comets
and a ladder from the plush carpet
to the dusty shelf with the snow storm crystal ball
a tepid little scene with a campfire
and a small grey wolf
the ladder has a small man climbing it
Jacob
she lets her hand wander to the
plate next to her
two thousand one a space odyssey plays
silently on the television
she picks up a chicken bone
holds it up to the dim light
whispers 'show me some magic'
and smiles to no-one in particular
bright blue hair
knee high rainbow socks
one lip pierced and a hungry for hope eyes
there's music playing
some neatly polished teen heart throb
and his prettier than thou *****
her walls are coated with
random pictures trimmed from magazines
some neatly polished life she dreams on sometimes
where she is fashionable
and the world is her playground
she drapes herself on my lap
all the while speed talking about a hundred things
and touching each subject
like a queen bestowing gifts
she playfully teases
'show me your magic baby'
she a neo-glitter kitty
ninety seven paces from the surface of the moon
but she keeps complaining about the dust
wants to take a vacuum cleaner to the whole place
i'm gonna clean too
tongue bath
starting with her earlobe
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
my brain is now hardwired
to think anything not instant or under a certain amount of characters is a bore
its not what I’m reading is boring
it’s often unappreciated genius
but the laborious act of doing something that doesn’t have instant reward, gratification and isn't instantly self-serving
I will struggle
and I will forget whatever I read anyway
my memory ***** anyway
I sometimes crave I can eat books
digest their information
I would take a UBS port in the back of my head
so you can upload better thoughts
I hate my lazy self for this but its truthful
all my friends are pseudo-feminists, pseudo-musicians, pseudo-interlectuals
I’m just like them and I cannot remember enough to fight back their low level arguments
I just recognise, sigh and move on
I cannot keep up with the true intellects
and never will
my low paid job will allow me to survive
In a world which priorities are worse than mine
mindlessly carrying on whilst
"The United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization estimates that about 805 million people of the 7.3 billion people in the world, or one in nine, were suffering from chronic undernourishment in 2012-2014”
copy and pasted from 2 minutes of googling
TRUE POETRY
qualitative and quantitative data will show how moronic we all are
The age of idiots, with a few bright lights shining through
I will be a fellow idiot
feeling weak under it all
change is constant but slow
the world is ours and we chose what to do with it
over simplified ideas of a simplified mind
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
today i realized that it might not matter how hard i try. i might not be able to fix myself. i don't know how to connect. everything and everyone gives me anxiety and bores me and confuses me and i don't know what type of interactions and words to select HAGSDJUSKRVYEURSYBEISEVBRKHVFDJHJ
sitting on the corner of depot and main and i'm staring into the forehead of a bleach tan middle ager with a plaid shirt that looks like easter died. im good except i thought summer was like a door with an exit sign but i forgot it's not always greener at the end of the ride
are there ends to these rides? the speed fluctuates faster than i'd like sometimes, i don't know how to adapt to
anything, really.
coping is hard i'll give them that much. no one to call. no one inside me feeling like trying at all.
i always rhyme by the end of these
spreading wings at the end of it all
but i was never too good with estimates
and fast
we
fall
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
*don't worry, even i think this is all a bit too wacky... but then i eat the placebo of feeling the emotions of https://goo.gl/tzEPhO / dido's no angel album, and i really concentrate on the symbol... and it feels less wacky after a while; i'm always apprehensive about influencing people, even if they number the 1 or 2 or 3, less than a dozen... these are sensitive areas, where there's a seemingly en masse acceptance for either accepting or criticising such potent reminders of human history... always apprehensive, only because i do not really care much about illuminating footnotes... always apprehensive... it's an apprehension born from not wanting to influence new arguments in these debates.*
why is it always either 1:30 or
13:30 when men hold sway the hour hand
and women the minute hand...
or it's either 18:05 or 6:05 when women
hold the hour hand and men the minute
hand? well, never mind, a new
interpretation of the ☿ (mercury), lineage
of all sourced prophecies, the crescent horns of
mobilised islam, by the power that mobilised it,
that of the feminine nature...
and that femininity mobilised islam in
christianity with the emergence of the nag hammadi
library, and no official plan to instigate it
along the lines of canonical orthodoxy...
an undercurrent emerged in christianity with
the parallelism drawn by the historian josephus,
a false prophet, the unearthing of the library in
egypt... the flight of joseph, mary and infant jesus
to egypt... but as the symbol clearly suggests...
the crescent moon became mobilised by a
feminine ontology... St. Thomas' gospel working
its way, into the mainstream, although well hidden
in the undercurrent... replacing all known
canonical orthodoxy - and you know,
if your prophesy about the end of the world,
and to prove your prophecy to be true with the
culmination of the atom bomb, and the only
way you can imagine proving your words true...
then i guess you'd have to get yourself crucified
to make everyone follow your words to ring true
should they actually be rather unconvincing;
a crucifixion would desirably create a sperm-like
influx of people who'd believe you
and follow all the preparations through -
Pythagoras' estimates about the future had
about 30 followers... and he's still covered in dust
in school libraries and mathematics lessons;
judaism is still a minority religion:
the last words of convictions from it were written by
Isaiah, who was cut in half for going among the
people, as a former courtesan.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
out of option
bad game
list of never
wrong tactic
remorse of lies
same story
shadow of horror
sword of Damocles
about unknown
most estimates
plan B
maybe works
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
*the most ancient reason there is.
we do things in order to gain approval
or avoid judgement.
we will wear masks to hide our faces, thoughts, and personalities, to shield that which we think will be judged, in order to gain acceptance.
we will do things, say things, and even be things to gain approval, even if we disapprove of it.
we are the fake at generation, ruled by fear and raised to be rebels.
my mask is a ***** who over estimates herself and doesn't care about others and never gets scared.
But how long can one stay in character, before they become the character...
and aren't they one in the same...
the best lies are based on the most truth.
therefore the masks we wear and the facades we create that earn us the approval and exile us from judgement, are the most believeable lies, which shows that the character, scriptwriter and actor are all the same.
so just how fake are we...?*
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
I can't fly planes
today
Because the clouds are too grey
And once they fly
They gain too much weight
And decide to take a rest.
But that's the best day,
Because I can lay on Coco
Who is fast asleep
With her brown belly rambling
As I lay to hear her heartbeat.
Maybe it'll stop
when the drops are all done
And Mr. Thundercloud is gone.
But Ma says it's wrong
To wish him away,
Because Anger comes
But it does not always stay.
"Mr. Thundercloud will move on
And when he's done
The sun will show"
As she wraps her arms around me
And Kisses me on the head
" How many rain drops are there?
I think there's billions"
As the windows collect
Their estimates.
"Yes, Billions..."
Maybe it's greater than that.
Some days are especially bad
But some are steady and slow
Like a sad hurting pain
Dripping with each thought.
Millions of moments
In less than one second.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Thy conscience ofttimes estimates
Itself by itself midst dark logics
Of the old slate-grey slate of slates.
I am no creature of "chaotics"
Desiring to pry into dry changeable ways.
Fade slowly into that quietude,
That lonely but desired emptiness.
Be fainter than faint in solitude;
And accompany Misery at high interest--
A use of usury that leaves many dues.
Now come haunting thoughts of Oblivion,
Not a one canst I undo at all without your
Granting; and I cannot move with any idiom
Anything if you stall to so wish it or implore--
Because it is not mine, nor is it my decision.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC