Short Abacus Poems

skittle icicle town
abacus boot
chuckle fry stout...

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Abacus

My abacus frame will only hold 
tiny monk heads on her 
metal rods.
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Lord,
You are
The abacus of time, but
The soul is made of flesh
Do we have each other,
Inside this heaven...

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Lion 

Not only king of jungle
But lone like a back bencher
Must find subsitence
Or die like a crow
Lone in wild abacus
Must not show his sorrows
Or other animals will call him weak...

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Lion 

Not only king of jungle
But lone like a back bencher
Must find subsitence
Or die like a crow
Lone in wild abacus
Must not show his sorrows
Or other animals will call him weak...

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A sprinkle of wit
      a dash of gravitas
    Not too precise
      idle your abacus

    A pinch of clarity
      to seek the cavity
    Where truth seeps in
      where daylight dawns...

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For The Sea

By Nathan Hannen

There is a sea called joy and light, You let me know Im wrong and right
You live by this ocean of my thoughts, By the abacus bay with rows of noughts
Laughter heard, And laughter said, You are the thoughts in my head

The End....

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Now's Bygone
David J Walker

Now is in the super near
Now is here 
now is  gone
Now is nearly 
just beyond 
the race against 
the distant dawn 

Now is now 
a race to win 
Now is Now’s 
Imperium
Just beyond 
Tomorrows sun 
An abacus 
Of Now’s bygone...

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the numbers
of age have
no meaning
when love is
using an abacus

she is minus
and i am plus
but meaning
nothing in
abstract geometry

to her concave
i'm convex in an
equation that
perhaps suggests
one can digest

the other or the
other the other
so so together
her youthful legs
rub off on me...

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In vast realm between both false realities 
efforts of a strained bowel movement collapse
like the arithmetic dreams of abacus beads.
Arthritic persistence contemplates procrastination
while stillborn attempts at cleverness 
seem to flicker as defibrillator paddles exchange electrons.
You can’t revive what wasn’t alive.
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Befallen slave,
la ractera,
the child of night,
corrupt.

Upon whip's handle,
laceration,
feeds the shelves,
the cradle starved.

Cyphera encountus,
abacus is nay appalled
...with corpse's heart;
lest the starving wallet beat.

St. Valentine's anniversary
covertly taints it's favorite treat.




- Is this poem too cryptic??...

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You can count on me
within a small frame. 
As colors have a name,
you can count on me. 

You can count on me 
with a childlike ease.
By twos or by threes,
You can count on me.

You can count on me.
Take ahold of my beads. 
For your counting needs, 
you can count on me.

You can count on me 
by fives or by tens. 
You can count on your friends. 
You can count on me....

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An abacus arriving ate apples and so articulate were the sonnets delivered. So brave a bead. Pass pass passing. 5million mules delivering bread. Grabbing a gatepost. Steadily surfing a silvery wired wave. Whilst juggling 863 cows. Hahahaha mystified mood swings hahahaha and a peach coloured bucket carrying a ladle. Marketing strategy. 1 2 3 and a curried curriculum climbing. Xxxx evaporation z...

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There are five
perhaps six, maybe more?
There's always the invisible
when observing deer.

A speckled group
braids a tangled grove.
Stippled light shapes,
not their appearance
but their disappearance.

Deeper in the trees 
there are mottles and flecks,
a sun-streaked shimmering.

Deer thread leaf and bough,
floating over
pools of light and shade.

I watch
tallying their invisible sum
on a green abacus....

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What is the age
of reality itself
Older than
a metaphor
Unreferenced
on a shelf

What is the distance
unmeasured from within 
Spoken of
but never seen
A poets
dying whim

What is time uncounted
as numbers lose their clout
The hourglass
returned to sand
An abacus
in doubt

What is love ungifted
but feelings’ last excuse
To roam unlinked 
between the chains
And blame it
—on the Muse

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

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Teacher
My teacher
When I bow before u    I feel --
I bow before my parents
I kneel  before God
And your hands like friends
Soon lift me;
So living and   so moving a force
Browsing and exploring me

You compute me
I grow like a computer
From abacus to mainframe
To guard
The space, surface and sea
You are indeed
My
Charles Babbage

Without you
I am a body without soul
Like a monitor without CPU
I bow before you
Bow before you infinitely
Like www....

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