My days are numbered
I sense scant few
no count on precisely
but know that its true.
I might make some changes
if only I knew
though change is unlikely
not having a clue.
Looking out over yonder
past some fog in my brain
no foretelling the future
as the days they do wane.
Passing thoughts
.......introspection
not a fatalist view
just a self realization
the days remaining are few!
Categories:
no count, fate, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
(continuation of Milt Hankin's Montgomery La Verve )
Seems that Monty hung off to the right,
and he held to that curve a bit tight
with gusto and verve
to tingle the nerves,
but there’s no happy endings tonight.
The police report didn’t seem right;
It said that 'e missed indy light?
He was so overjoyed,
his airbags deployed;
the wreckage was powdery, white.
Categories:
no count, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Nights spent, drenched in fear
Knives available, pills in abundance
Weight of the world, shoulders bear too much
Journey's end is close, any further, too far
Will buckles again, giving up once more.
Dreams revisit reality, rest does not restore
Eyes staring into darkness, a host without a soul
Stutters return to words, chaos is difficult to hide
Conscious of every action, comfort far away
Victories have no count, losses accumulate.
Waking up, a valueless effort
Routine leaves little surprise, monotony appreciated
Eating is too much, the thought of chewing daunts
Threads around flesh, a cure so swift
Forgiveness asked at length, a knot undone.
Back to a room, a cell with comforts
Finding means to harm, part of the process
Seek out distractions, pain can be such
Veins pronounce life, when its opposite is craved
Fallen soldier, the war was never external.
The sun descends, time to try again
Insomnia is not true, mental anguish unsettles
Adulthood was sought, sorrow discovered
Seduced by permanence, a last breath known
The minute is final, engrave it on a stone.
Categories:
no count, dark, death, deep, depression,
Form: I do not know?
In my childhood days, there was a tree
living out in the country so much to see
there it stood right middle of swing park
many happy hours spent there up to dark
I'm no expert on trees but this was big
both in thickness and a great height
there's no count of the times passed it by
it was always there strong and right
Every night after school dashing over
to have fun on swings look straight on
before my eyes that great friend of mine
filling my mind for one day it'll be gone
Some nights just love to play soccer
venue swing park surrounds real wood
but Mother calls me in for the tea
don't want to go for I'm in the right mood
My wooden anchor is my place
feel securely safe really very sure
just me and that trunk of wood
my memories there so very pure
(Tea in 4th stanza would mean your evening meal, it was called our tea in Scotland.)
Categories:
no count, inspirational, life, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Ended Up A No Count
Came to conclusion when did count;
Maybe nothing was original amount;
When verified,
They say I lied,
And had ended up being a no count.
Jim Horn
Categories:
no count, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
A visit to my village in the month of june,
all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon.
Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids,
trying in futile to stay open over a paragraph in a book.
With the little ones all wide awake,
chattering over games of carrom and chess
sending about a crazy cacophony of voices.
But with the red and green sherbets making up
for the tormenting heat outside.
Competing over how many mangoes one can eat,
a one..a two..and there's no count how many more.
The otherwise chirpy fruit orchard wears
a graveyard like eerie mood of it's own in the hot summer noon.
With not too many birds in sight,
yet you can sometimes spot a dog sulking in the grove hiding from the hot sunlight.
While I continue to crib and cry waiting impatiently for the monsoons
a sibling in a faraway land keeps fond memories of his Indian summer afternoons.
Categories:
no count, june, seasons, summer,
Form: Couplet
Honor is one and
sided
Holy books only read
in public
Women of this tablet
for joints
Young men woo at
their blues
Empty bottles
filling the salons
Daughters of doom
dance the floor
Mosquitoes now trace
treat the sick
Religious cups now
on warlock heads
Black insects merge
the whites
Children set to
oppose the elderly
Fires win races for
peace
Complete massacre
drops a smile
Heroes grave for the
sake of right
But no count rises
broken glasses
Such souls rest to
live in us
The true staunch
nationalists
And now is the only
clap
Categories:
no count, africa,
Form: Prose Poetry
Approvals I Should Praise
The rhythm of my pen knows no bounds
Its ticks, treks, and steps knows no count.
The songs on my lip just loose the count.
No where, I suppose to untie the bond.
Strong bones are so much in here
They touch and squeeze out letters bountifully.
In these bones, many light I have received gracefully.
Linda is one, Andrea is two among all of you there.
You are all amazing guests in this field
Cup of water..., cup of tea come to toast.
Many hugs, many thanks to you, writ and host.
... Eden that crowns my garden and its yields.
Special parcel to my coy mistress, Linda.
All sea, roses...and sweet showers to you.
And my lady Andrea; always brand new!
I love you all... your words in my wall are tender.
Dedicated to:
Poetrysoup,
Poet Destroyer A,
Andrea Dietrich
and to the rest of Poetrysoupers.
I am Grateful for your warm welcome.
Categories:
no count, dedication, devotion, home, hope,
Form: Rhyme
attacking with achiote
burns with botanas
challenging us with chalupas
deluge of dulce
elotes by the ear
frightening flan
gouged with guacamole
heaping on the hongas
isla isolation
jugo huge jagged jugs
KKKKKKKKKK
langosta lunges
monumental mezcal
no count nopalitas
organized ostion
pummeling pepino
quivering quesadillas
rebelling relleno
sandia sword fights
tortured tamales
uvas uprising
venting vedura
war of the no "W" words
xnipec xanadu
yerbabuena yells
zanahoria zealots
Categories:
no count, food
Form: ABC
I am alone in this room
We might have shared
Sleep deprived
Liquor store medicated
And emotion numb
Night settled in
Like a slow dance
whiskey hanging on every breath
Keeping memories at bay
In this eternal winter
You have left
No count of sheep
Will lead me to that dream
In your blue checkered shirt
That sparingly covers me
Where you would
take my left hand
in your right
And your left
which should
comfortably rest at waist
drops to my bottom
just like I’d expect
In my perfect world
And we’d two-step
Until day breaks us
From forced breath
To fake smile
To this Palm bay breakfast
Beneath a blood shot rainbow
The broken world can still rotate
Enough to rise sun
And sink moon
Like the broken heart
Left with just enough will
To keep a steady beat
Categories:
no count, lost love
Form: Free verse
How is it you can call me darlin'
then break my heart in two
with your lyin' and cheatin'
and runnin' after you-know-who.
You can call me darlin'
but your ways just ain't so sweet.
You gamble so much money
half the time we got nuthin' to eat.
And then, here you come again
with that big ol' crazy grin
callin' me darlin'
causin' my head to spin.
Wonder who is the bigger fool
you bein' a no-count man
or me for wantin' more of you.
I just don't understand.
So you can call me darlin', darlin'
just remember your home base
and I'll be here a-waitin'
cause you I'd never chase.
Categories:
no count, peopleme, me,
Form: Rhyme
A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.
Away from here that soul did depart,
away from us, away from the heart.
That feeling of barren and cold,
when a loss be there, truth be told.
A lifetime to live, does it take,
a second to die, yor breath will break
No count, on what will be,
the next minute is planned by thee
No words, of what to explain,
that numbness, of that sad pain.
Undefined it so is, of are every breath
at the end, is only death.
A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.
Categories:
no count, dark, dark,
Form: Couplet
Morning knocks on us
As I commingle with him,
My mentor ,with dread of poetic locks
With God, not of them became parts
For my thoughts still shrouded of secrecy.
Of no count are them
Drinking from the calabash of ignorance
Ascribing artificial misery of man to God
Dreaming of it a time of His ascendence . . . throne
To the abysmal of our own earth of gloominess
For a case already settled in Paradise
Heaven knows that God has given water freely
But they tag price on poor pure satchet for us
Our land speak of bountiful crops
Yet our mouth chew bountiful hunger,
NO! No!! No!!! not a case with God again
It is a case of them the ruling vampires.
The dreamers must stop dreaming
Time for the ignorants to join us
To bring down the vampire's empire
Our case is with them, not with Him up above.
Alayande Stephen.T
16th, August, 2006
2.35am
Categories:
no count, allegory, devotion, faith, life,
Form: Free verse