Counters Poems - Poems about Counters

I Want that World

...Her throat is a reliquary of shards.
Every sob races through burial yards.
Her words erupt.

Surgeons laced her scars not the stare.
Scalding eyes ignited the trauma's flare.
Sympathy was bankr...

Summer Carnival

...
He handed me the air-brushed t-shirt
and I thanked him, said I loved it.

He asked, Do you mean that?
I said, What would have possessed me
to utter it otherwise?

Then he kissed me with his ...

Protesting sound of music

...2025.07.09 Wednesday.

Ludwig van Beethoven wrote
"To play a wrong note is insignificant,
To play without passion is inexcusable".
I have been distracted and emotionally affected,
By this parti...

MONOLOGUE OF AN EXILE

...Just one dusk at the terminus,
the hourglass will shatter.

No more pain,
no more suffering,
just the silence
of a penance without sentence.

My feelings,
a procession of punishments.

My ...

Cornerstone In The Building

...The cornerstone turned the corner
reading a map without
ever looking back
A nomad with knapsack in tow
sowed seeds without 
worrying if they'd
ever grow
For them it's just a show but
for me t...

My Mother

...Her face is a clock I know by heart,
laugh lines like sunbeams,
worry wrinkles like pencil marks
from all the times she erased my fears.
Her eyes are forget-me-nots,
blooming blue even on cloudy...

The Mage Whispers

...The Mage Whispers

Do you see past your reality tunnels

Your every day to day
Safe plays

As your Geiger Counters
Ticks left to right
As it slowly sways

Do you see the struggles
Of life...

The Dream He Never had

...He always dreams big on just about everything
He has been doing this since he was a child
And sometimes his imagination runs wild.

He likes to pull things apart and appear in the dark
and when ...

Cleaning Frenzied Me

...I started with one small corner of my kitchen
Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes
Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed
The counters were scraped, the table was...

We are Food Connoisseurs

...I am from the Midwest
We eat our cattle while they are running
Condiments?
Ha!
I scoff at that

Rabbit stew made of their feet
We allow them to hop around on their other paws
We are not unkin...

Severance Pay

...Time hands seconds past the minute,
winter melts the sands,
sprung barter the seeds to take root,
petals leave for lands.

Abandoned juice bathes the barren,
weather soaks wet dreams,
towering...

The River

...Stepha Kaye and Ima Gen

(B. Marquardt-Alexander is retiring. I am taking over this now). 

A Siamese cat, with bright emerald eyes
Light and dark in the night looked on
With an element of surp...

THE NIGHT BEFORE

...THE NIGHT BEFORE

Twas the night before Christmas
Just after Yule, the winter solstice
Two big events need no poultice
Between these dates, an isthmus

All stores had now finally closed
Count...

Fun Observations on Poetry

...
 


Like hard, dry toast, with no aroma,
Poetry minus heart and soul, puts me in 
an endless coma!


My brain short circuits, the longer the poem!
I get a poetic seizure and my mind
is...

Endless Days

...

All I do is sleep, cook, clean,
the rhythm of each day blurring into the next.
Morning breaks and I’m on my feet,
scrambling eggs, packing lunches,
wiping counters and tears alike.

I never...

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