Best Countable Poems
It took just a moment
A single concentration lapse
And down the drain,Bayern's effort went
Whilst Messi enjoyed the claps
Life is like a football game
As dicey as a game of chess
A step can earn you fame
Another can end you up in a mess
A poor tackle can earn you a red
A miscued shot can end in your net
Life is not a flower bed
Off the post,your strikes can ricochet
Goal tallies are all that are countable
Your loving fans can always turn their backs
Your strength is only a vegetable
So while you still can,stack up your medal rack
“Full Circle”
Sometimes you have to go to Hell
and back again,
to let the real dreams begin, to live
to feel a resounding vibration
to just be,
awake in the moment
to create something higher
like an eternal infinity ring,
through portals
opening,
our inner lives bloom wide unfurling;
on the other side
of a screen,
what truly drives us, is clearly seen
Love
Unity
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Circle.
“The circle is considered a symbol of unity, because all the regular polygons are embraced by the circle. It is also the symbol of infinity, without beginning or end, perfect, the ultimate geometric symbol.”
Infinity.
Mathematics.
“a number greater than any assignable quantity or countable number."
Symbol.
horizontal figure 8.
Infinity. Noun.
“a place that is so far away that it cannot be reached.”
“a point in space or time that is or seems infinitely distant.”
“...my father’s house has many rooms.”
circle, unity, love
muse
John 14
I hope I remember you for the rest of my life.
I can see your face every single time I close my eyes.
Every single time, I lay my heavy body full guilt on the bed;
I can see you.
I hope I succeed for being alive,
Cause simply when you depart I lost love, hope and the will to survive.
I hope now that you are out of this world like hell,
I can fulfite your will: me being alive.
Just for this simple will I am alive now.
I remember your last breath your last beating heart.
You told me:” I’m sorry that I will leave without a warning,
I am sorry for being selfish and go to the other world alone.
But still,
You need to stay alive for that I may stay alive:
In your beating heart.
Just imagine that my soul is inside yours,
That I breathe whenever you breathe.
Just imagine that every single beat of your heart
It means another life for me,
Every single sight from your eyes is my only world.
You need to stay alive simply because:
“I love you “”
Then he fell,
He just fell from the edge of the cliff.
In his way down, all my happiness disappeared.
Some countable seconds were enough to make me come back years ago
To the one before meeting him.
That girl who had no faith or trust in any body,
And surly no love for a single soul.
Feelings or emotions are words that didn’t exist in her dictionary
Nore in her descriptions.
Back in the days before you,
As I walk in the way;
Never imagining that you would cross my way,
I used to observe people in their eyes as if
They are empty without souls,
Nor past, present or future,
As if their bodies are controlled by the circumstances of their surroundings,
As if they don’t feel nor do they think.
In mush easy explanation: controlled people in a controlling world.
In my case it was the same:
My house, village, the near forest with the flowing river,
All the people I knew or merely accidently met,
Were the writer of my life story.
In much easy explanation:
The pen and the book of my life were not in my hands
I had a young body with an old soul.
I was full of emptiness.
I couldn’t walk in a simple path,
And shamefully I couldn’t return my natural right: Freedom.
To be continued....
Since my first sight of you;
Who were riding a white horse
Galloping around the forest,
I was just a simple controlled person picking up countable apples
Laying on the controlling ground.
Never feeling the slight soft winds touching my skin’s face,
Never feeling the warm sunshine of the spring,
Appear and reappear under the shadows of the trees.
All my hidden emotions;
Which I thought didn’t exist deep inside of me,
Appeared once I ride the white horse with you.
For the first time,
The old ugly forest seemed new and fresh,
And it still seems like that until now.
On your way down the cliff,
I stared on your tearing face,
Then I noticed: you were happy.
Even if I don’t want to admire it but you were happy.
And you are happy because you live inside of me.
If meeting you was climbing the mountains of my believes,
If it was finding hope in the deep dark,
And in much more easy explanation:
Finding freedom between your two warm arms and wide chest.
Finding me was; for only you,
Like finding the safest path
After testing almost all deferent dangerous other paths.
It was like to calm your anger after firing you spirit with almost all tested feelings.
And in much easy explanation:
Finding a controlled freedom in one single soul: me.
Now what I can remember is you getting further in the deep.
Your body was getting smaller and smaller as you fall.
If you departed on your own feet,
I could claimed your will made you leave,
Then I would be free from your heavy soul inside of me,
Living my life once again tied inside this controlling world
But, no
You departed because of the soil gravity,
It pulled you down as much as it could,
As strong as it could,
And as quick as it could.
Your body had disappeared now,
So deep in the edge of the cliff.
Your soul immediately flew and came near to me.
At that moment all my senses stopped to function.
I couldn’t see, hear, or feel my skin.
At a moment your soul controlled the whole of my body,
And the only face I recognized was your pall face
As you smile upon that white horse
Giving me your hand for that I may leave my prison.
And for some reasons, now;
I can no longer control my body,
Because; simply, you control it now.
The curse of grammar
The curse of grammar includes spelling
Witches and wizards stewed it from far away
They’d like to make your heads sway
They used eyes of cats
Boiling them in copper pots
The refined magic brew is spread as chemtrails
Unclearly set spelling rules make us clumsy
Uncertain article rules make us crazy
Who cares if countable or uncountable?
Only people who are grindable or findable
My native tangue is Japanese, and I am not a English native speaker.
I suffer from English grammar very much.
Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.
Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat.
In Kursk are cadres countable as quarks,
and proles in Petrograd? Like hunting snarks.
It’s Putin’s perestroika, not Pol Pot.
Why did the whole thing vanish in thin air?
Why’s Sputnik spat on? Why is red so square?
We needn’t be complacent in the West.
There’s lots to learn within the Warsaw Waltz
for, as a tool to scrutinise the faults
of Christian Capital Conquest, it’s the best!
Insect Quiet
I take the quiet of the night
With somewhat countable drops of rain
Too heavy on the leaves unsettled there
And like the leaves I never settle
Dim lamp light goes out of focus
I gather myself within the laws of nature
Turn instead, I watch the insect make his path
Too small or nearly so, for our detection
I see his children come and go below the wall
Clothed in armor
With minute morsels of food and crumbs
They slip into the dark
My watch is missing also….but moving on
With tiny legs and armored bodies
In the quiet of the night they make their way
And I make mine
I sleep before myself and others
And leave the details to the dim lamp light
Each time I saw mum and dad fuss
Over issue of not enough
I felt damp and embarrass
I often thought of what to do to have this not enough
Money solve, for I'm a little girl I sank within
One evening it repeated itself again
I lose zest that night; I pray to God
Before I went to bed" dear wonderful and miraculous lord
Please increase the money that dad dropped upon
The table before morn as you morphed water to wine
Within a wee" I woke four times to check
If 't has been increased, but not, these make
Sleep to elude the ocean
Un-countable thoughts whirl swiftly within my brain
Then I arrived at a point " I'd better
Help them to divide each into four"
I raised and moved ahead, as I held to tear
It; I heard "don't" from the rear
Oh! Mum I wanted to help you
This is all I can do!
9/2/15
Contest Instinct of innocence
Sponsor by Justin Bordner
The sun sinks but it burns like a great fire;
All the sky’s aflame with fierce intent;
Who thinks of death as weakness, is a liar
Before the end our glory must be spent.
The graphics of the branches look Chinese
As blackened brush is drawn across red silk
Infinite yet countable my days
Running like a river without silt
Thus I am not transcendent in myself
But joined to all that lives I feel I am.
So in conjunction we will find our health
Ambivalence contains both lion and lamb.
The fire of orange leaves me with a glow
As into night I with all creatures go
You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves
You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math
You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus
You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added
You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity
You Are Geometry To Me:
You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet
You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave
You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World
You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …
And You Are Geometry To Me …
Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape,
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...
Woe unto you, Oh! mortal man
For from amongst your brethren soon shall you depart
Depart and be made whole with the death clan
For death only awaits, when with your brethren you part
Woe unto you, Oh! mortal man
For from before you crept past and fast, life
You,like in an abbatoir, a vegan
Dilly-dallied vainly and in strife
Woe unto you, Oh! mortal man
For you countable days were tempestuous
Uneasy like a swinging fan
And the tales of your life,vicious
For from your bossom erupted volcanoes
Sprouting forth evermore
Great upthrow and more like bellows
And you knew peace nevermore
I reduce myself into smaller categories
Speaking languages I don’t really know
Spreading my wings in different places
Multiplying myself in countable numbers
Just to do several things at once
Nothing is really done in the same time
But I do it in the same time of my life
I speak the language of Music, of poetry
Discovering and awakening the Do Re Me and Rhythms of fluency
I speak the language of Friendship and devotion
Spending my time with friends and devoting things I really admire
I speak the language of Disrespect and hatred
Of the many things I did, this I am not proud of
I speak the language of love and loyalty
Converting actions into feelings and feelings into actions
I speak the language of pain and enduring
Suffering the events, enduring the results
I speak the language of Eyes and spirit
Understanding things’ reasons and the connection with the soul
I speak the language of Revenge and right
I fight for what is taken, grabbing my right
I see through God’s sign
I think before I act
I speak the language of life…
Drift a small boat with two paddles
In the sky above
Swiftly passes by the lake surface
A frightened swan
Clear blue sky painted with
The green mountains
All the beautiful scene is
Taken by the still water
Waveless lake shapes like a mirror
With countable fish swimming
In clear water
On the sandbank by the river
White birds take a leisurely perch thereon
Look like you
Look like me
Where can I find,
The greatest love than yours!
The love that took me completely,
Feeding me unconditionally,
Milking itself for its baby boy.
But let me count my days,
For I wasn't fair to it,
My days are countable than fingers,
Not long enough, I will die.
My heart looses flesh,
Whilst its bones can’t stand,
It is empty and baggy,
As it won’t find again,
The greatest love as yours,
Love that can glue the broken chambers,
and make them one again.
Wishing you luck my girl,
Hope, you will find someone, who truly cares.
And deserve such kind of love
With protections and appreciations.
Go……!
For I failed to protect your love
But I will forever remember you!
The sun was newly risen above the Earth
His golden smile warmed amber desert sands
The grand landscape resembled barren lands
as sepia grains were slathered in rippling waves
That's what I saw through blurred vision
the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage
This sea of sand was the color of maple honey
but bore no trace of footprints, boat nor oar
It held no countable fathoms of unknown depth
to serve sailors as their watery graves
Its swells were not waves washing to the shore
nor slithering sea snakes, worse by far
No lush oasis to be found as an illusion to my eyes,
nor cool stream to quench a weary traveler's thirst
This Eastern dune held no date palms for a feast
nor shade from which life could be reimbursed
Here, the moon does not control ebb and flow
There are no tides except for those guided by Mariah
Her harsh winds blow without a wit of warning
and scorpions have no fear of drowning in undertow
In the vast hummocks of gold glimmering sand
I found myself living life sorrowfully chagrinned
lost and confused while the sun blistered my skin
I circled the shores of this scorched desert sea
until parched, death took its final payment from me