Long Counting Poems
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There once was a man
His job was to count nuts for the squirrels
Every day, he'd count nuts
Every month, he'd get his paycheck
Every year, he'd question his true purpose
He'd ask himself the purpose of counting nuts
Still pondering, he went to the bakery
The same bakery he always went to
The same kind old lady
The same delicious bread
Until one day, the old lady got sick
With no one to make bread, the man no longer could enjoy bread
That made him realize that only some jobs have true purpose
His job wouldn't change anything of value in the world if he stopped
Her job would change something of value in the world if she stopped
This awakening led him to quit his job
To find a job where he could make a difference
A job with purpose
A job with True Purpose
DONT CHANGE OUR CLIMATE
Dear Mother Nature
Answer some questions
About our future
Lots to mention
Things are changing
Bad or good?
Am I ageing
Like I should?
Worried about life
And all within
Day becomes night
Suns gone in
Summers washed away
With constant rain
April and May
Hot as Spain
Magpies making nests
In January time
Hedgehogs don’t rest
In hibernation time
Icecaps are melting
At fast speeds
Polar bears sweating
Needing to feed
Lambs on mountains
Instead of snow
Changes we’re counting
Fast not slow
Please tell us
What you’re doing?
Do we fuss?
Are we losing
Our world today?
Are you proving
Our bad ways?
You're a plastic girl,a tarry girl
your wrinkles hid so well,
you're a spoilt girl
drinking best flowing french champagne,
first class cuban cigars,
owner of so many latest convertible cars.
You're a perfect woman living your dream,
money coming your way like a stream,
rich men you chose,you had one aim
using them as your stepping stones to fame,
you're so insane.
You're growing old,
no one would guess
if left untold.
You still look the beauty to behold.
Collagen have shaped your skin,
riches have ruined your heart,
so deep within.
Where is your identity,
have you lost it my friend?
have it flown away with your riches,and found its end?
can you go back to the simple girl you were,
can you at least pretend?
You were a common girl with junky cars,
you were a shop girl selling jam in jars,
In the evening we used to sit at your porch
counting stars,saying silly jokes,singing,
together we had the nicest kind of living
Your kind heart i never forget,
now you turned so selfish and mean,
that's my greatest regret.
I remember so well,the tramp of the street,
You had only some food,but you always
gave him a share of your feed.
That same tramp you see today
you look at him and say
"Go away you filthy tramp,
i didn't grow up with you not true,
i don't know you,
you.re not my friend,you're a nobody
you're disgrace to society.
Ow my friend your heart so cold,
you're growing old.
In fancy restaurants you dine,
but i know
You were much happy when you were on the porch
adding the stars,drinking cheap wine.
My friend,my plastic tarry girl,
i wish you well,
your friend of the porch,the tramp!
is the same rich man you're holding hand,
Its me!" i love you my old plastic girl,
the only man of your life who knew you so well,
Will you marry the porch boy,the rich man?
Will you marry the once born as tramp?"
The plastic girl and the tramp!!-charma
Two Thousand Eighteen
By Franklin Price
12/29/2017
Two thousand eighteen's coming
There's nothing we can do.
I could swear that only last year,
It was just two thousand two.
I should not be swearing,
It will make you older still.
Quit ranting you old codger
And take your morning pill !
Now I'm talking to myself,
Telling me just what to do,
Guess I had better do it,
I am the one to listen to.
The years pass by, who's counting?
It would not do any good.
What I like most about it,
I'm feeling younger than I should.
Last year was only eighteen,
Graduating from high school.
Or maybe I was I fifty,
Time will play you for the fool.
Been ten years since retired,
Expect to live for many more
Won't even be an octo
In two thousand twenty four
You may think me silly
And my thinking not quite clear
But I know enough to wish you
A most wonderful New Year
May you have good health and happiness
Good fortune and good friends
And regularity, with self control,
So you don't have to wear Depends
They sat beside each other
in a classroom long ago;
he says he had a crush on her,
she says she did not know.
Now their footsteps softly echo
in the hallways where they walked;
school house walls, were they not silent,
would divulge the words they talked.
Old bully Time, pushing , shoving,
maneuvering our lives along;
once looking back, we wonder . . .
was this the right choice or the wrong?
Yesterday. he did not speak a word,
silence-- struck dumb by boyish fears;
he went his way, she went her own-
counting twinned rosaries of tears.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 4-20-2014
You have played the game for so long
that you have the universe is along
the rhythm is off beat
and you are spreading chaos in the street
we have been waiting for many years
to dry the woeful tears, but the tears kept flowing
and the agony keeps growing.
Did the train miss the stop?
or were you hanging out around the back?
you are entering into a new phase
and you must start counting the days
There is one thing that I would like you to do
and it is to pull the heat out of the shoe.
It is getting too hot
and you don’t have enough body bags to pack
If you continue in this way,
you are going to melt the universe away
the sun is shining in the rain
and you don’t have much more to gain.
It is the same people, and it is the same song
And it is the same energy that is occupying the land.
There are no more arguments left
and your words have no depth
they are falling on dry ground
and they cannot turn things around
The insects devour them before they penetrate the soil
leaving the earth, naked, empty and unproductive.
Meet with me at the opening
for a new day is dawning
it is the unknown that rumbles my soul
but its destiny that makes me bold.
Tell me exactly what you need
and we will give it to you before the break of dawn
what do you need? Power, honey or money?
it’s not clear why you are fighting over there
but we cannot walk away and leave you in there.
Clench your fist when you pass through the abyss
clench your fist when your name is on the list
you have one more chance to make it right
Just one more chance to get out of the plight
clench your fist and meet with me tonight.
It’s worth the sacrifice for the world is full of surprises
Just clench your fist and you will not be remiss.
I’m sitting at our cabin in the mountains watching the sunrise…listening to the birds
wondering if a poem will decide to join me…waiting for the words.
When I think to myself how I love watching the sun coat the mountains
love the green and yellow hues
love sitting amidst the trees, love a cloudless sky painted blue.
And I started thinking about all the things I love about this planet Earth..
and wondering how many times I’ve said I love this or that about it
since the moment of my birth
How I also love music, art, chocolate, listening to the whistle of a train,
How I love the ocean, lakes and rivers…dancing in the rain…
And what about all the people in my life…my family and my friends?
The number of times I’ve heard or said I love you…never seems to end.
When counting the moments of love shared together in all our days and years?
Shouldn’t I also count all the touches, the whispers, the hugs…
all the smiles…all the tears?
Since I could never count the number of times I’ve said I love you…
or someone has said those words to me…
it makes me wonder if that’s the reason numbers go on into infinity?
Or perhaps our creators…from their lofty castles in the sky
never meant for us to count love…or even question why…
But only to enjoy it…in whatever forms it may appear
as is accompanies us on our journey every day of every year.
Perhaps they only wanted us to feel lucky and be grateful
as they smile down at us from up above
every time we hear or say the words I love you
and for all the things there are in life to love.
Time, what is time? Relentless and an unstoppable force
The passage of time, how is it measured?
An hourglass, A glass that measures hours
Particles of sand pours down
Adding on and not subtracting
Multiplying and not dividing
A continuous stream of motion
Accumulating
Counting
Day by day
Minute by minute
Time flies
I caught it, in my hourglass
I grasp the hands of time tightly
All written in a clear record
And held under a death-defying grip
That remains and is never unleashed
Hearing the sand slither down
Second come; second goes
Where does it go? I do not know
Maybe, time travelers know, ask them
Look for them at the portal’s entrance
Traveling through the sands of time
The same time which is encapsulated
Alas, within my hourglass undoubtedly preserved within
Only Seventeen
There you sit and wonder
red crushed velvet jacket
Swaying to the music
a ribbon in your hair
Gazing at the bad boys
sneakers torn and tattered
Smoking in the corner
you just can’t help but stare
Painted lips of crimson
trembling neath a smile
Daring inhibitions
in lies to free the chance
Make up formed seduction
shading builds the cleavage
Cautioned by your mother
seeds of hot romance
Silhouette desires
pearls drip your neckline
Sweetly blowing kisses
below the neon light
Can’t they hear your whispers
seeking merely favors
Nothing past tomorrow
for only but tonight
Drinking lemon water
vodka in your pocket
Fingers crossed and waiting
just hoping to be seen
Lonely minutes counting
stiletto heels are hurting
Could it be they’ve noticed
you’re only seventeen
Twenty one years and counting
I'm blessed to be with you dear
No better place in the world
Than being with you right here
From the first day I met you
My soul was finally set free
I couldn't believe an angel
Was meant as a gift for me
Plans had been set in motion
Orchestrated by God's hand
The shifting of time and space
We heeded our Lord's command
Love would not be possible
Without complicated plan
Our worlds had been far apart
Until I became your man
Moments they became hours
Until they turned into years
I've been gifted with true joy
You have wiped away my tears
Being with you is easy
I look forward to each day
Interesting conversations
I love the way that we play
You are my fountain of youth
An elixir for my soul
I'm thankful to be with you
With you sweetie I am whole
Happy Anniversary my love.
Thanks for the best years of my life.