"Lizzie, to reckon any amount,
you must learn your sums and learn to count."
(So, Mr. and Mrs. Borden said,
and it got into Lizzie's thick head).
What an unfortunate situation,
when she found another application!
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break,
This blade of words is sharpened into spite,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
You name me humble, yet I burn the lake,
And feed on coal disguised as holy light,
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break.
I carve your edges, patient as they ache,
A glacier’s hand that grinds the stone by night,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
Your scorn is fuel, a ledger I remake,
Each fracture catalogued, each bruise in sight,
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break.
You taught me hunger, grief, and how to take,
I learned collapse, efficient, cold, and tight,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
So here’s my prayer, the one I’ll never fake:
An iron vow delivered with delight —
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the road
But truly at the end
Not waving in a single word
Turning back into isolation
the evening spreads its veil
we await the rising of the moon
~ getting ready to count stars
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Count your blessings
Recognize one's treasures, Every moment
in someone 's personal life is to be grateful.
For God sends favor
No matter what the proportions or volume are.
Count your blessings.
Don't attempt to carry the weight of disappointment
Nor the entire world upon your shoulders, Considering
it comes in all sizes.
Thank you for all the tears collected. Pain doesn't
defines anyone, let the tears heal and not continue
to form weariness.
Count your blessings intently.
Uncaging control is divinity rest and let the author
Be the finisher of your chapters entitles one's life.
Even if you can't see or identify his timing in the
waiting.
Count your blessings.
Whispering sweet desires in tearing
giggling, we forget of we're laughing
tummy sweet button does taste so yummy,
How do these moments lead right up to now?
Tasting your lips, something ever lasting,
treats of your seduction to say the least,
fingers wander to love songs from singers
blasts from window won't shiver how heat lasts,
Lust come from sweetness and not the dry crust,
wetness from your lips, absolute sweetness,
Eye sweet locked with mine, until day I die,
dancing to the beat of serenity
Ghostly are which, where times were costly,
Precious softly girl, precociously
DAILY GRATITUDE
When I wake up I immediately feel grateful that I woke…
and then
I remind myself to make this day count
for I will never have this day again.
Must every second always count
eyes focused on the prize
Must purpose color our every act
‘til every vista’s funereal black
When you grow extremely old,
accept what can't be controlled.
You must think philosophically
every time you need to pee.
Years and nighttime trips? Don't count -
too hard to reckon that amount.
Pollen count is king this week
My eyes are red and they leak
Coughing and sneezing everywhere
King pollen count is never fair
Before the chip, before binary code,
Before clocks showed in digital time mode,
Stood an ancient man with furrowed brow
Trying to track time and count numbers in a row.
He stared at stars, watched the sun,
He devised how to count when time had begun,
Using the flanges of his fingers one by one,
Counting seconds, minutes, days, and months done.
He counted numbers digitally on his hands.
One to five, six to ten, on which his pointer lands.
Strange that all our digital devices and displays.
Remembers the term 'counting with fingers' still plays.
Today I will smash the old computer and count the air between us,
I will burn the books for warmth, letting the ashes paint my glasses with memories,
and I will uproot the withered plant, sowing its seeds in the plastic flower,
a monument of memory without growth, an altar of silent stagnation.
I will walk the crowded road, speaking only to silence,
without exchanging a word with passing faces,
for the rules are heavy, and my silence, an unmovable mountain,
under the midday sun, I will seek my lost shadow,
trying to measure my height in absence, a phantom of light.
I will armor the poor, placing them in a ring,
rejoicing in the bloodied glory, a bath of triumph without splendor,
and I will be acutely lucid, proud of my diverted mind,
a mind that dances on the edge of reality, laughing at conventions.
In this lost horizon of thought, I find my balance,
in a world where absence becomes presence, and silence, a song without sound,
for in every absurd gesture, a new understanding is born,
and in every silent step, a world opens, full of magic and melancholy.
count the drops
as they fall
each one precious
each one lost
upon the flowers
do they fall
bringing beauty
bringing life
rocks do glisten
in morning light
sparkling brightly
clean and bright
drops did fall
in morning light
each one precious
each one lost
I would walk
in light of day
seeking something
far away
down the pathway
wondering there
seeking newest
where I may
drops did fall
upon my path
upon the soil
within the dust
along the way
puddles form
dark rich mud
deeply lay
I would somehow
upon rocks stay
avoiding puddles
in my way
yet to walk
and traveled where
within the puddles
I must stray
precious drops
all do count
wherever they fall
wherever they lay
You can always count on me
I will not go anywhere without you
Friend we were made for each other
By my Father
AIso every day my Father
Keep us alive
Here on earth
And we have to live
Our lives every day
I hope you trust me
And we can pray together for my
Father every day
We can't live without praying for my father
Friend you can always count on me
Every day I will be here waiting for you
Yes you can find me here on earth
I will not leave the earth today
AIso I will not going to die yet
Because I am still too young too die
I hope to live here on earth until I am 80
If my Father allows that
I will be very happy
AIso I am taking good care of my health
Every single day
I am not letting my health to go down hill
Also I am taking care of my hygiene
I never wear the same clothes that I wore
The day before
I always wear clean clothes every day
The dirty clothes
I Put inside my laundry bag to wash
On Fridays
On Saturdays I clean my house
I must tell you that is not something
I enjoy doing
But it has to be done
No comedian should run a country, or a war.
ever!
Pangiota Romios
3/2/2025
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