Counting Poems

Counting Back

My Chronology 
ages
as my writing
stays young

The years
in retreat
as each new song
is sung

A number
but unit
of folly
relayed

Whose essence
a symbol 
of prescience 
— in play

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

outcast or saint : footle

 
count grains 

fought  won

_________________

And Counting

It's been two thousand six hundred and thirty eight days.?Three hundred and seventy six weeks.?Three million seven hundred ninety-nine thousand four hundred and forty minutes.?It's been seven years since the last time I heard your voice, felt your embrace, or appreciated your presence in this world. It's been seven years of me going at life without the

Counting The Days

So many days have passed
Too many to count
Not that I would want to know
But the thing to remember
The more days behind me
The fewer there are ahead
But I’m not afraid of that last day
Maybe I will spend that day drinking
Or I may find another way to be in trouble
I can be sure of one thing: I

COUNTING SHEEP

COUNTING SHEEP
Mike the mouse tossed and turned in his bed
with visions of furry sheep in his head
but instead of sweet dreams
he heard their loud screams
as they chewed on his favorite bread.

So if you can’t sleep, take a cue
from Mike, his sheep, and all the ewes.
Just laugh and don’t fret,
You'll find no regret,
For dreams can be

Counting Dawns

If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go missing,
but they are catching up
they will fly in backwards
tumbling out of windswept decades.

Eyes that open too late have to wait,
have to stare at a future blankness
while ears gatecrash the present.

Will the thrown newspaper
land on the lower or upper step?
It matters,
a quantifying arithmetic is essential
to determine next

Seeing Spots

Physicists may say,
'Random is not truly random,
it only appears to be,'
but another theory goes,
(according to me)
'Not so when playing games of chance,'
(and I have done the sums)
for this experiment logic states,
'The odds in favour are 5 to 1.'
As I spy with my little eye,
seeing spots and counting dots
on a regular die,
(these don't go to 11)
the

Counting On Me

Counting On Me
 You're always counting on me.
 Watching me bleed.
 You're so care free.
 Spending all the money.
 Never appreciated a thing.
 Always asking for more everyday.
 I feel the frustration building up inside.
 It was all a lie.
 You take me for granted.
 It was fun while it lasted.
 No more conflict.
 I

Rhyming with Counting

One, Two
A shoe

Three, Four
I walked into a door

Five, Six
I like to eat sticks

Seven, Eight
I'm full of hate

Nine, Ten
My name is not Ben

Ten, Nine
I'm far from fine

Eight, Seven
I came from hell not heaven

Six, Five
Don't punch a beehive

Four, Three
I saw someone kiss a tree

Two, One
No more son, he is done 'cause I have a gun

Counting Sheep

There once was a man who found sleep
Through enumeration of sheep.
Not those in his head,
But roaming instead,
He’d census the sheep in his keep.

Counting On Change

   1. One little brown bear,
       Wanted to shave all his hair.

   2. Two anxious alligators disagreed.
       Thought the little brown bear,
       Would look to different without any hair.

   3. Three

55 Years And Counting

Thinking about earthly matters 
One should not forget about the soul
Sometimes I look at the sky 
When I look at the it, I fly
So much foreboding these days
Though life is thick and thin for me
I arrived one year with peace
Simple celebration is heaven to me
Fried fish, jackfruit, rice and tea
Enough to thank God for 55

A High Fivefold Dive

Count your fingers and toes!
It's five that drives betides!
For our minds can't juggle
More than five at once.
Can't grip, grasp sense - six.

How we sense and perceive,
Also comes in five flavors.
Touch, sight, smell, taste, hearing,
Which constrains, contorts our thoughts,
Into believing we know what's
Right, true, all so insightful!

But, why or why five?
Has ego, fear, doubt, desire
Succumbed to

counting down the days

Look god 
I know there’s a way people usually pray to you 
But I don’t work that way 
So I’m gonna just say what I have to say 
I want to love you 
But you cant 
I struggle 
And I know there’s not excuses 
For the thing I’ve been doing 
And I’m not gonna stop

Syllable Counting

Syllable Counting

Counting syllables is a pain in my rear
Obnoxious divisions to which I must adhere
Understanding them is not clear
Never one to learn much in school
To post good poetry, I must follow the rule.

OR NOT!!!!!

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