Counts Poems - Poems about Counts

Every moment counts

along life's journey 
simple joys are the gems 
to be stockpiled and amassed

opportunities are simply
bits of freedom to blossom
into time well savoured

No One Counts the Bodies Jesus Walked Past

Kensington spreads its legs—
lets the city crawl in,
dripping Xylazine / fentanyl / tranq,
open sore veins
moaning dirty dirges.

False prophets—
all piss and panic—
bark half-lies
through decaying molars,
fingering apathy
for spare change.

You smell it
five blocks before you enter.
The stench tests your soul
before it reaches your throat.
Narcan.
burnt spoons.
street toilet.
Dreams twitch under heat lamps—
larval things
too stubborn to die.

Hope?
Hope’s a half-smoked, laced Newport
balanced

When It Counts

Not now
Too busy
Much to do
Lot on my plate
Later
Later
Later
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe next week
Maybe on the weekend
Maybe if I can find the time
Later
Later
Later
Got important things to do
Gotta concentrate
Gotta focus
Got too much going on
Later
Later
Later
When there’s time
When I get a minute
When I can
When I have the energy
Later
Later
Later
I’ll be there when it matters
When it’s important
When it counts
You can depend on me!
Later.

Spring Counts the Dead

I cannot bear it
I have blocked out daylight
from my bedroom.

A beautiful Spring is coming,
but the dead come with it.

Every year bodies slide into the earth,
the daffodils sprout,
unearthed trumpets blare -
an ominous silence.

Here in Ohio, the Miami Indians
built mounds
in the form of a serpent.
They understood that Spring
was both hungry and dangerous.
The elders were resigned.
They knew that

Close Only Counts

     Close only counts
     in horseshoes 
     and hand grenades, 
     but you never 
     even tried!

As a King Counts Gold

     Vast wealth knows not it is poor
        Poverty is never quite sure

     Count children as a king counts gold
        ~ multiply by a thousandfold 

Rose And Counts

In neon lights and fleeting thrills,                                                 

COLOUR counts

vividness
  movement
&colour
  flow
in
semi-wild
  vitality
abbreviated
  panoramic
wide-screen
wonders
of
  partial
figurations
in
abstracted
scenes

It's the Thought That Counts

Trinkets and treasures, given away
Something for nothing, what can I say?
Jewelry or gold
Some artwork of old
A gift for someone on my mind today

Shopping, searching, a second hand store
Pirate and pilfer, the bargains galore
A want or a need
Obsession or greed
It all depends what you're looking for

Recycle a relic, admire an antique
Killing some time, in a brownstone

It is not the size of your contribution that counts

It is not the size of your contribution that counts in this life,
But your willingness to contribute that counts in this life.

It is not how hard you try in this life that counts,
But the number of times you try in this life that counts.

It is not how much others are prepared to give that counts

Traditions, Our Way of Life: Counts

Love contests in quantities, like numbers,
game of chance for romance by the numbers,

You and you, pick one or two, left first choose,
then right follows through ... awake the numbers,

if I was you, don't let romance wait too,
go ahead, awaken the dead ... numbers,

At last, the dead have passed, now let's see who?
Romance counts true ...

Lonely Is The One Who Counts Days

He lived according to his creed,
he missed events that caused endless tears;
he was only present in tragedies...
did he really expect to be freed
from foolish thoughts that didn't know extremes,
showing no effort to make them realistic dreams?

Lonely is the one who counts days
and watches parades of laughing clowns,
giving him a momentary relief from sadness;
he won't march

- the Moment Counts -

"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
                                         Quote: Mother

Every Minute Counts

I let it slip away like a fistful of sand
I let my life slip away!

I sit at a crossroads
counting cars whizzing by,
I lie underneath a tree
counting bees buzzing
in and out of a beehive,
I sit by a flowing stream
counting fish swim upstream,
I hover over a molehill
counting moles making burrows,

I sit in a confession booth
counting people’s sins,
I

Damn Bad Reputation Counts 500 Plus Paw Whet Tick Stints

Damn bad reputation counts 500 plus paw whet tick stints

The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of anonymous miscreant.

"I don't give a damn 
about my bad reputation."

I haint never done nobody no harm, 
nor did any animals 
(code word for other gang members) 
get injured or killed

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