Amounting Poems

He Lived Till He Died

This is an obvious thing to say
well of course this is always the case
you are alive till the day you die
so certain for all the human race

Now let us ponder this for awhile
behind these words lies a mystery
because there's more than meets the eye
looking back on all of their history

For many live lives seem dead
their actions amount to such nothings
in their life never amounting to be
little knots instead of something

At one time show such promise
expecting to hit such dizzy heights
but disappointment was their cue
as dimmed down because sad lights

Trust in God and you really live
resurrection life brings true reward
live eternally in God's presence
holding on for the Lord's heavenly cord

(" He lived till he died"
I came across this quote on a park bench seat on holiday recently in the English lakes and it made me think about this choice of words is so profound that I have written this piece bringing out my own thoughts about it. )

Happier Than Rich

Step inside

See for yourself

I've nothing here to hide

Or worthy of you stealing

My clothes are old and full of 
holes so to are my socks and undies

My bread is moulded milk soured
i've only rat's for company 

My electricity supply has been
cut off and i only bath myself 
when it rains into the buckets left outside

As once upon a time i had and
took myself a wife until came
the day she divorced upped 
and left me

With nothing but amounting
debts she even won our pet
goldfish in the final settlement

Now here i stand cap in hand
with nothing to my name nor single possession worthy of stealing

But the smile still beaming from
my face and happiness i
rediscovered since the day the
judge granted our divorce

Stuff

It came to me
upon reflection
Life is one
great big collection

Starting with a
teddy bear
and ending with
a gasp of air

The time between
those points is rough
accumulating
all this stuff

Books and knick knacks
line the shelves
and in it all
we lose ourselves

Hand-me-downs
and souvenirs
hoarded all
throughout the years

Cups and saucers,
pots and pans,
electric heaters,
ceiling fans

Pictures, music,
magazines
amounting to
a hill of beans

Clothes and cars,
boats and planes,
nervous breakdowns,
aches and pains

Husbands, wives,
foes and friends
This great collection
never ends

And once our time
on earth goes by,
the years wind down
and then we die

We never seemed
to have enough,
and someone else
gets all our stuff

Its Name Is Far Out

a new dwarf planet...
announced only this past year...
"hello...distance here...

eleven...billion...
miles away...orbiting now...
just off to one side...

gravity well...yes...
twenty two billion miles wide...
a spin round the sun...

it is some wonder...
the gravity well does stretch...
half way...the next star...

eleven billion...
just a drop in the bucket...
thousand year orbits...

humans are dreamers...
lifetimes amounting to what...
'castles'...in the air...


stan sand

Passionate Poverty

Poverty seems like a repellent stuck on the poor
Whose only fault lies in owning no property or asset to parade
Among wealth admirers and worshippers to whom poverty seems dour
In contexts where ostentatious display of wealth cuts the grade 

That profligacy and extravagance attract
Robbing the poor of the dignity glitter
As though on purpose fleas of poverty they contract
Dumping ugliness on the poor on whom fruits of affluence litter

Dwindling humanness and affection which wealth simpleton conflate
Into little human worth and warmth
Where spooks of poverty deflate
In proportion to the increase in affluence sloth

Sown, grown and thrown with utter scorn
To belittle
Abject poverty misguided affluence thinkers warn
Amounting to little less than spittle

Poverty peels off humbug and complacency
Exposing deeper layers of flawed humanity
Denuded of perspicacity and sagacity
Sometimes concealed in the deficit of humility

That often mars circles of affluence
Where possession seems to epitomise human dignity
Mistakenly regarded as diluted influence
The poor exert in extolling human unity shorn of wealth affinity and motility.

Summer Love

At day's end a retreating sun banished
Awestruck we witness its closing farewell
Silently the last veil of hue vanished
Our woes amounting to mere bagatelle

Nightfall air transfixed as if by a spell
Overcome with a wave of emotion
Rose sublimely over the citadel
An opalescent moon set in motion

‘Twas a night of magical proportion
Willow trees swaying in the summer breeze
Billowing waves pulsating devotion
Surrendering unperturbed with such ease

A sumptuous spectacle up above 
Reflected in a sea of divine love



AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on May 13, 2018 for contest SUMMER LOVE SONNET sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON  -  RANKED 3RD

Back To Bed

 "You stir the peak of my night holding my vision in sight. The blue of your eye roams in my midnight sky"   
  
She entered and grabbed my soul   
light danced across the oaken floor   
my eyes fluttered, at the thought   
of these feelings that you brought   
  
soft caresses amounting   
to more than just a morning ride   
as your scent on my pillow pushed   
ever into the recesses   
of what was a battered mind   
  
welcome was the sun and the wind chimes   
playing along with every pang and patter   
tiptoeing my chambers deep inside   
  
a stirring called to hurry and leave   
clouded or just a fantasy   
springing in this fear   
I took one more breath of you   
and your blue pulled me back to bed

Nebulae - Stellar Nurseries

In the vastness of space,
Emptiness is vague,
Where miracles take place,
A disposition to create,

It starts with a molecule,
Then a few into clumps,
Growing in momentum,
To an uncountable sum,

Amounting, inviting gravity,
Merging more closely together,
The unyielding embrace of alchemy,
Yielding clouds and colours of allure,

Unkindly pressure collapsing,
A gleamer of hope reborn,
Illuminating the darkness, a new beginning
A light seen to set our wishes upon,

The heavens that hang in the sky,
Show us lessons of transformation,
Despite the pressures that come by,
Accept and evolve for a star will awaken.

Salem

Situated in an embroided spacious field.
Attracting fortunes,wealth and by honey filled.
Land moistured in peace and grace forlorn.
End of strife,struggle,sickness; Goodness un-turn.
Made for all that are drilled.

Second coming; Graced with heightened failure.
Amounting pleasant pressures and did into strife lure.
Lake around,fountains abound,caressing joy.
Entrusting hope and elating reward,by love coil.
Made for all that are like crystal pure.

Shaking and weighing her pupils.
Average gone,dred-ed fall; withering daffodils-
Leisured heart,pounced soul that wealth did make.
Enjoying the company of they that ate the saviour's cake.
Made for none but they that takes the pills.
        17:01:09:12:08

Amounting To Thousand Thrill

A-mounting to thousand thrill, 
L-arge is the size of mirth; 
M-oment of fun remains, 
A-s well as the joy of birth.

M-orn of September fourth
A-nother smile is in your face; 
L-aughter of the occasion
O-bliterates the anger's place.
N-ew dawn has just broken, warming the night cold chill; 
G-reat volume of rapture is amounting to thousand thrill.

Our Torture Chamber

At times we tend to feel nothing but pain,
feeling like we have nothing to gain,
our hearts once again a wrecking ball and a chain,
on our sleeves an obvious worn out blood stain,

Our thoughts slowly driving us insane,
in our hearts an obvious torture chamber,
broken hearts not amounting to much,
hearts on the mend fending off life's saber,

Our hearts laboring to do something we savor,
tasting happiness again we do someone a favor,
as little by little we remove our hearts road blocks,
our hearts beating merrier to the ticking of the clock.



11-14-16

Stayed At Home Instead

Stayed at Home Instead

For a while in salt water we would splash
After that lay down and start to crash
End up dreaming of the many things
Which to us joy and happiness brings.

Then we later had to leave the beach
Pelicans and seagulls as they screech
Waves forming and into shore did flow
When wind built up and started to blow.

Raining hectically had been outside again
Where all our patience was wearing thin
Wanting it to be sunny and nice and warm
And we were just affected by a big storm.

Weather and wind finally settled down
And it was then that we all went to town
To drink and dance at a beloved bar
But before we left someone clobber our car.

My moral I am stating and making is
Boiling down and amounting to this
This very poem you should have read
Laid down and stayed at home instead.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

More Than Sufficed

More Than Sufficed
 
If  you commit sins and can't pay the cost
Your whole life will end up being lost
And when sins have more than sufficed,
Certainly should give them all to Christ.

Even though sins are all amounting
Christ on you will still be counting
And one day again will soon appear
And He will save you so have no fear.

Christ helps when you hold up your hand;
No matter what you do will understand
And this plan of His He does propose;
Give me your body from head to toes.

Jesus will handle it with so much care,
And away demon devil also scare;
Then with all of His great expertise
Forever  for you, He will create peace.
jthorn5656@atmc.net

Uncle Billy

Parents often fall distant with their children.
and this is mostly due because they must issue occassional disipline,
but I never fall distant with any of my children
because I'm that cool uncle who visits and has fun with them.
I'll never see myself as amounting to much of a daddy,
but I know that I'm every child's favorite "Uncle" Billy,
at least that's what every child in my life has conveyed to me.

Jack Benny Minus Ten

I would say for one,
you’ve been a lot of fun.
With the verbal eccentricities
showing in poetic entries.
that appear as lingual anomalies
to the insolent majorities.
With what you have shown,
you have a style all your own.
I think your work is fine.
In years amounting to twenty-nine,
I would say you’ve accomplished much.
With your poetry as such,
why don’t more admire your craft?
I would have never laughed.
Be proud of what you have done.
For twenty-nine is the square root of eight hundred forty-one.
Just a drop of water in a vast ocean.
I feel you have just begun.
in your short time revolving around the sun.

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