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Counting Days
In how many ways do I count the days
Those passing golden days we said were ours,
The warm bright days and the slow dulled days
The eternal rhythm of passing hours.
Those familiar travelled paths and ways,
The greeting and reluctant parting time,
The lost numbers of the forgotten days
Calm days of unchronicled silent time.
Mist shrouded days; days that are sharp and clear,
The unlisted quiet and the busy time,
The memory visited far past years
The doing nothing and the resting time.
Barry Stebbings
Oct 2024
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Romans 13:8 “…Pay your debts as they come due. However, one debt you can never finish paying is the debt of love that you owe each other.
the mailbox, stuffed~
mortgage payments, car loans
with balances and deadlines
marked in red.
water, gas, and electric bills~
the hungry phantoms of
creature comforts
coldly due.
we chase the spectral zero balance,
dream of that stamped envelope
with the sweet release of
paid in full.
but the other statement
never arrives~
no perforated tear line,
no due date circled in red.
it’s a debt, unlisted, un-itemized,
it haunts no credit score,
demands no late fees~
a debt we’ll always carry.
this bill arrives not monthly
but daily~in every heartbeat,
every hunch that kindness calls
beyond oneself.
this debt, this sweet, persistent owing
is paid in tears dried on a loving sleeve,
with burdens carried, with forgiveness offered,
and in whispered reassurances.
this debt’s non-ending, compounds with kindness~
the interest paid daily—not in coin
but in soulful connection
and ego transcendence.
Maybe it is the rhyme the he make,
Or the words that he play,
Maybe it was the images that he draw,
Either of those it touch my soul,
The harmony that try to heal wounds,
The words that he play gives hope in the midst of the dark,
The images he have drawn ask me to dream and look forward,
The words,the rhymes,the images,
Those things made me hope for something,
Something I once have,
Something I once lost,
And now I've fallen for who draw fantasies in realities,
Fallen for who made someone hope with the impossible,
Fallen for who weave dreams and tales that isn't possible,
Or maybe not,
Maybe I haven't yet fallen ,
Well I hope I haven't yet fallen,
Because for so many untold and unlisted reasons,
It will be hard,you should not fall for a writer.
As Newton found an apple
As Einstein used his mind
In Leonardo's genius
So art and science combined
When Chaplin tugged at heartstrings
Or Mandela called for peace
A common theme unites them
Such that hope would never cease
Teresa shows compassion
Or Rosa Parks stays put
An inner door is opened
That may never now be shut
Keller's inspiration
The bravery of Anne Frank
So many souls unlisted
We should take some time to thank
These people never settled
For the current status quo
Confelicity, coalescence
Or a child-like need to know
We can learn from their example;
Dedication to a cause
Persistence in adversity
The human soul adores
The innocence of believing
The faith of pushing though
The mighty and respected
Were once like me and you
S-ociety
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U-nlisted
P-oets
There's not to many left
But we have been around
Got our share of those N A's
And feeling Kinda down
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
Instrumental
Why are all the same poets
Just seem to shift around
No new top ten writers
Are never ever found
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
Humanity - tormentor of my dreams
I discovered the people diverse the scream
Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness!
My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness
Take thy transcendence from out my heart aching
I crave the human, humane humanness breaking
And the universality never transcending, man's pretending
I crave the dialectic, divine deliverance
I threw my otherness upon the floor with indifference
And the consumers never differentiating
It was hardcore, more so, galore while contemplating
While I pondered, totalitarian and your humanity
Suddenly, I heard some labeling
Only this and a totalitarianism
That moment my soul grew cultist
I discovered the members unlisted
I threw my civilization upon the floor
Do you like embers, men ignore
The annexationist brought such sorrow
I crave the mystic, monarchical democracy borrowed
That fundamentalist, fundamentalist civilizing
Much I marveled this inclusive individualization
And so I screamed, 'Is that a extremity?'
That druid, druidic colonizing
And the civilizations never democratizing
Still is fraternizing, still is extremity fraternizing humanity
Harsh words,
And violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody Knows,
Eyes are open,
Hands are fisted.
Deep inside I'm Warped And Twisted.
So many tricks,
And so many lies.
Too many whens,
And too many whys.
Nobody's special,
Nobody's gifted.
I'm just me,
Warped and Twisted.
Sleeping awake
And choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to a silent Scream.
Call my mind,
The number's unlisted.
Lost in someone,
I'm so,
Warped and Twisted.
On my knees,
alive but Dead.
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone,
My mind has drifted.
Don't expect much,
I'm Warped and Twisted
Burnt out,
Wasted,
Empty,
And hollow.
Today's just yesterday's Tomorrow's.
The sun died out,
The ashes sifted
I'm still here,
Warped and Twisted...
BY: SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS ORTEGA-ZELE (1-30-20)
* the story of Antogo, was written in 1898, by a less famous author
by the name of Altourgum or Aultourgium, the Novus, said to have
been born to a female stripper in Sweden. He was the son of a
defected confederacy soldier who defected to Sweden during the American
Civil war. He left America, with the money they found in towns they invaded.
He left America with his ***** companion, who bore eight children. He founded the Swedish press company in 1890, later it bought the Swedish vanilla company, and began importing sugar from the America's, were he was considered a moneygrabber, but the British banker Noble Gifstan said the monies Aultourgium had seized was unlisted and could not have been given to those who had earned it, making his companies legitimate and valuable. After buying the Dutch Company Pyzo Pappy, he changed the name to the Dutch Sugar and
Vanilla Comp[any. They made a fortune selling products from the America's, he also began touring the European theater scene, were, he held auditions for musicians , actors and writers, who travel together on trains and ships, to do plays in area's were theater was profitable.
In 1934, the Daughters of Altourgium, found play's and songs from the era of the American Civil war, they had musicians to jazz-up the music and created a new modern sound to sing the sounds to, the used an orchestra and opera singer to sing the songs while the actors performed.