Best No Count Poems
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The rhythm of my pen knows no bounds
Its ticks, treks, and steps knows no count.
The songs on my lip just loose the count.
No where, I suppose to untie the bond.
Strong bones are so much in here
They touch and squeeze out letters bountifully.
In these bones, many light I have received gracefully.
Linda is one, Andrea is two among all of you there.
You are all amazing guests in this field
Cup of water..., cup of tea come to toast.
Many hugs, many thanks to you, writ and host.
... Eden that crowns my garden and its yields.
Special parcel to my coy mistress, Linda.
All sea, roses...and sweet showers to you.
And my lady Andrea; always brand new!
I love you all... your words in my wall are tender.
Dedicated to:
Poetrysoup,
Poet Destroyer A,
Andrea Dietrich
and to the rest of Poetrysoupers.
I am Grateful for your warm welcome.
A visit to my village in the month of june,
all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon.
Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids,
trying in futile to stay open over a paragraph in a book.
With the little ones all wide awake,
chattering over games of carrom and chess
sending about a crazy cacophony of voices.
But with the red and green sherbets making up
for the tormenting heat outside.
Competing over how many mangoes one can eat,
a one..a two..and there's no count how many more.
The otherwise chirpy fruit orchard wears
a graveyard like eerie mood of it's own in the hot summer noon.
With not too many birds in sight,
yet you can sometimes spot a dog sulking in the grove hiding from the hot sunlight.
While I continue to crib and cry waiting impatiently for the monsoons
a sibling in a faraway land keeps fond memories of his Indian summer afternoons.
attacking with achiote
burns with botanas
challenging us with chalupas
deluge of dulce
elotes by the ear
frightening flan
gouged with guacamole
heaping on the hongas
isla isolation
jugo huge jagged jugs
KKKKKKKKKK
langosta lunges
monumental mezcal
no count nopalitas
organized ostion
pummeling pepino
quivering quesadillas
rebelling relleno
sandia sword fights
tortured tamales
uvas uprising
venting vedura
war of the no "W" words
xnipec xanadu
yerbabuena yells
zanahoria zealots
Nights spent, drenched in fear
Knives available, pills in abundance
Weight of the world, shoulders bear too much
Journey's end is close, any further, too far
Will buckles again, giving up once more.
Dreams revisit reality, rest does not restore
Eyes staring into darkness, a host without a soul
Stutters return to words, chaos is difficult to hide
Conscious of every action, comfort far away
Victories have no count, losses accumulate.
Waking up, a valueless effort
Routine leaves little surprise, monotony appreciated
Eating is too much, the thought of chewing daunts
Threads around flesh, a cure so swift
Forgiveness asked at length, a knot undone.
Back to a room, a cell with comforts
Finding means to harm, part of the process
Seek out distractions, pain can be such
Veins pronounce life, when its opposite is craved
Fallen soldier, the war was never external.
The sun descends, time to try again
Insomnia is not true, mental anguish unsettles
Adulthood was sought, sorrow discovered
Seduced by permanence, a last breath known
The minute is final, engrave it on a stone.
Loves my Music-Song-Lyrics
There is nothing for you in my heart,
Sorry Education!
I have given 16 years of my life to you
Lost my childhood, sacrificed my most dreams,
Even my adolescence.
Just to pursue you,
But you have given me nothing,
Till yet…..
Lyrics and writing gives me pleasure at least,
They make me feel good.
So value of you that’s why is least,
As you’re nightmares of my mood.
Just to make bright future,
I lost my past and even losing my today.
Even I get a well managed career,
It will be of no worth forever.
Now I’ve understood…..O education!
You are not for me and vice-versa.
You never understood to me at all,
And even I didn’t bother to understand you.
Let me open my heart on empty pages,
My letter-pad and my pen are only my wayfarer.
So let me go through my own way,
Where I’ll meet my destiny with no error!
Sanctify me for leaving you,
But just show a kind mercy on me.
Want you to show mercy on those
Who leaved me…..for you!
Show mercy on those of my friends
Who leaved their family…..for you!
Settled far away from their dear ones.
Just to make their career,
And they thinks only you are their almighty.
So I heartily request you
Let my friends get what they needs.
Only for you I separated my friends from me.
I became solitary….
But I have no complaint regarding this.
I know I’ll have to struggle now,
As leaved you on half.
Without you I am of no use…..
I will have no count in the glowing society of gentlemen.
I’ll have no friends for fun.
I’ll have least or even no respect in others heart.
But no ways, I’ll live my life
With my Lyrics-Poems-Pen.
I’ll make them my friends, my family, my almighty.
So goodbye!!!!!......dear Education.
A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.
Away from here that soul did depart,
away from us, away from the heart.
That feeling of barren and cold,
when a loss be there, truth be told.
A lifetime to live, does it take,
a second to die, yor breath will break
No count, on what will be,
the next minute is planned by thee
No words, of what to explain,
that numbness, of that sad pain.
Undefined it so is, of are every breath
at the end, is only death.
A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.
Morning knocks on us
As I commingle with him,
My mentor ,with dread of poetic locks
With God, not of them became parts
For my thoughts still shrouded of secrecy.
Of no count are them
Drinking from the calabash of ignorance
Ascribing artificial misery of man to God
Dreaming of it a time of His ascendence . . . throne
To the abysmal of our own earth of gloominess
For a case already settled in Paradise
Heaven knows that God has given water freely
But they tag price on poor pure satchet for us
Our land speak of bountiful crops
Yet our mouth chew bountiful hunger,
NO! No!! No!!! not a case with God again
It is a case of them the ruling vampires.
The dreamers must stop dreaming
Time for the ignorants to join us
To bring down the vampire's empire
Our case is with them, not with Him up above.
Alayande Stephen.T
16th, August, 2006
2.35am
She's a murderer!
She sucked the life
out of her own child's frame.
Second thoughts weren't enough
to spare her offspring's name.
I was.
I did.
They weren't.
Chain broken!
She's a whore!
She frolicked with more than a few.
No count was kept, though the number she knew.
I was.
I did.
I know.
Chain broken!
The faults that lie deep
in the forgiven sea,
are tossed by the hands
of those who love me.
From the waters' depths
do they dig to retrieve,
And cast them upon the
shore for me to receive.
I've done it, I've said it.
I've tried it, I've lived it.
I've tasted it, I've smelled it.
I've wasted it, I've killed it.
Once chains, my faults
are now lessons learned.
The scars I once wore,
Are now badges earned.
Hidden chains can't be broken,
I wore them where HE could see,
Hoping maybe he'd know
them and with his key,
set me free.
They no longer weigh me,
with doubt, fear, and regret.
Now, they doubt me,
they fear me,
and regret that we've met.
Chain broken!
aborted body, but soul I adore.
Chain broken, abused heart,
restore I implore!
I'm free!
My master intended me to be.
Not for trade, nor for sell,
not to rape, nor to beat.
Justifications matter not,
reasons why, wooden tokens.
No hands will repair the
chains that were broken.
Honor is one and
sided
Holy books only read
in public
Women of this tablet
for joints
Young men woo at
their blues
Empty bottles
filling the salons
Daughters of doom
dance the floor
Mosquitoes now trace
treat the sick
Religious cups now
on warlock heads
Black insects merge
the whites
Children set to
oppose the elderly
Fires win races for
peace
Complete massacre
drops a smile
Heroes grave for the
sake of right
But no count rises
broken glasses
Such souls rest to
live in us
The true staunch
nationalists
And now is the only
clap
I am alone in this room
We might have shared
Sleep deprived
Liquor store medicated
And emotion numb
Night settled in
Like a slow dance
whiskey hanging on every breath
Keeping memories at bay
In this eternal winter
You have left
No count of sheep
Will lead me to that dream
In your blue checkered shirt
That sparingly covers me
Where you would
take my left hand
in your right
And your left
which should
comfortably rest at waist
drops to my bottom
just like I’d expect
In my perfect world
And we’d two-step
Until day breaks us
From forced breath
To fake smile
To this Palm bay breakfast
Beneath a blood shot rainbow
The broken world can still rotate
Enough to rise sun
And sink moon
Like the broken heart
Left with just enough will
To keep a steady beat
How is it you can call me darlin'
then break my heart in two
with your lyin' and cheatin'
and runnin' after you-know-who.
You can call me darlin'
but your ways just ain't so sweet.
You gamble so much money
half the time we got nuthin' to eat.
And then, here you come again
with that big ol' crazy grin
callin' me darlin'
causin' my head to spin.
Wonder who is the bigger fool
you bein' a no-count man
or me for wantin' more of you.
I just don't understand.
So you can call me darlin', darlin'
just remember your home base
and I'll be here a-waitin'
cause you I'd never chase.
Ended Up A No Count
Came to conclusion when did count;
Maybe nothing was original amount;
When verified,
They say I lied,
And had ended up being a no count.
Jim Horn
This is your moment
This is the time when you need to rise. There is no back door to the house
That is butted up against the hardness of your memory. Always, the only
Way out is through what you are facing. Do not think you will take
The easy way. There is no easy way. Although the paths are unlimited,
None are without the work you need to perform, or the sacrifice you
Need to make. There will be people in your life that carry flashlights for
The dark. You will see their light and call them Angels. They believe that
They are saving you, but it is you who are saving them by providing the
Purpose they feel is missing in their lives. Nothing is missing. We have only
To look for it in the many rooms of the house in which we all reside. There
Is no count for the number of rooms in our house. If you seek, you will
Always find. For we are each a part of the one mind of God. We walk
Together throughout those many rooms. For many, the room they find Themselves in is the only life they can imagine. We are all endowed with
The same Super-power. Our imagination allows us to envision any of the
Unlimited number of rooms in our house. We can move through any
Door into any room to reveal and experience any aspect of ourselves.
All that is necessary is for us to change our mind and free our creative
Ability to imagine. Those who have done so before have always
Succeeded, as will we. Imagine yourself in a different room of this
House in which we all reside and by the choices you make let
Life help you journey to that place because...
This is your moment
In my childhood days, there was a tree
living out in the country so much to see
there it stood right middle of swing park
many happy hours spent there up to dark
I'm no expert on trees but this was big
both in thickness and a great height
there's no count of the times passed it by
it was always there strong and right
Every night after school dashing over
to have fun on swings look straight on
before my eyes that great friend of mine
filling my mind for one day it'll be gone
Some nights just love to play soccer
venue swing park surrounds real wood
but Mother calls me in for the tea
don't want to go for I'm in the right mood
My wooden anchor is my place
feel securely safe really very sure
just me and that trunk of wood
my memories there so very pure
(Tea in 4th stanza would mean your evening meal, it was called our tea in Scotland.)
Being a Black Man
Reflection of one
The need to be loved and admired
The representation of Determination
Survival on responsibility
Being supported through a family
Born Leader in take charge
Family Component
Storms of uncertainty
Wonder into realize
Respect vibe
Sometimes beaten, torn and worn
The need to fight
A fall down with a get up
Struggles mount with no count
Dependability
Society wants the Black Man to crawl and bend
Opposition wants, but Black Man principles won’t.
Society wants the Black Man to step back
The Black Man was created by a higher calling being purpose
Virtues in the honor
Sometimes the Black Man feels alone
No back up, but own thoughts within
Strong body, but weak in the mind
The wonder if assurance still lives
The survival way
To have or have not.
The Need, Desire, Fulfill
At times, it seems the Black Man is drowning in fate
Suddenly, inner strength brings the Black Man to the surface
Eyes like a spotlight on the Black Man in “Do you know what you want in life?”
Black Men are who they were meant to be
They must feel it and achieve it
Always the assumption interpretation in observation
Judged on looks and not character
Yet the Black Man continues to stand
A must.
Holding onto pride being the Black Man
The Try, Can, Will and Shall
Never easy theory
The Black Man Image
The thought being privilege
Sustaining
No matter what
All Black Men speak
Defeating conquer
Into overcome
Black Man today and well into everlasting.