Best Counting Poems

i sit lonely. 

the crowded restaurant is thick with sound 

i pick away at it 

moving back into the stagnant silence 
of my own comfort

the air is nasty here 
it telepathically abuses my thought patterns

still 
a far cry better 
the loud hum of food 
marching...

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When counting sheep on sleepless nights
   fails to make me sleep
 I count the stars  in vaulted heights
   that through my window peep

    Then  lullabies from up on high
  bring my soul to rest
 ...

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My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone 
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess

He left when I was three 
The crevasse has increased for 33 years
Traded his life with us 
For another woman and a couple of beers

He wasn't there...

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I was counting my neighbor's blessings,
And paying no mind to my own;
For it seemed to me the harder I worked,
The more my neighbor's had grown.

The more I looked at his blessings,
The smaller my own seemed to be.
Everything seemed to be handed to him,
While nothing came...

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Breaking the heart of her muse, breathing
Soft thoughts, music, songs of the stars,
Dreaming, awake, still dreaming,
Reflecting the laughter,
Oaks and pines, dancing,
In leafy smiles,
Inspiring,
Glowing,
Light.
Bright
Mornings,
Dawn of hope,
Stirring senses,
Kindness, quivering,
Soft like the silent moon,
Glistening in the night air,
Refreshing the stars, the wonder
Resting on hope, blessings listening

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    I woke this morning
       yes this morning
and felt the warmth of love
      ‘pon mine forehead
           and my face
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I thank our Lord for the blessings bestowed:

Even though my wound still oozes, my skin cancer was completely removed
My fingernails are unusually strong and I have emery board access
The food I eat may be cheap and meager, but at least it keeps me alive
Much free...

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COUNTING SYLLABLES*

2/2

lacks pace
slow race

bombshell
death knell

3/3

one desire
to retire

wasted brain
down the drain

cobblers last
frozen past

common sense
self defence

rocking beat
happy feet

in the groove
on the move

4/4

an unsure cook
recipe book

5/5

confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty

© Harry J Horsman 2022

*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the...

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It's  one in the morning
And I can't get to sleep
So I've tried various things
Like counting some sheep,
But they just won't stay still 
They keep 'milling around
Backwards and forwards
All over the ground.
To make matters worse
What on earth can I do
When this big randy ram 
Keeps...

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Sadness weeps not for itself
rather from broken windows of a child
where each piece lay by the tracks of despair
where unshaven shadowed men slept in bushes...waiting
to board tomorrow in their continuous circle of failure 

it is the broken sidewalk
felt by little feet, through the holes of...

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American healthcare is a joke
Government play on too many folk
Those who can't pay
Die everyday
Whilst Trump switches from Lysol to Coke...

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a masked diner
seeking satiation
                     .....table for one

two hands touching
violating the new norm
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Time has swept her ageless hand 
Over the drudgery of life
Dawns have risen and suns have set
The hourglass is still losing sand
Draining, waning the hours
Another second has just slipped by
What makes this game grand
Destiny a fickle thing
Tripping toes and trembling hearts
I will not believe it's...

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playfully up close and personal
tingling joyfully on my skin today
warm and toasty the frisky sun
behind me wintry months of frost

no matter what claims my calendar
unofficially it’s the first day of spring
with gleeful sounds of melting snow 
melodious and enchanting to my ears

how disappointing to see...

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There's nothing that thrills me like the feeling,
When into my mind the words come stealing,
Of thoughts and dreams of long ago,
Of songs and seasons and new fallen snow.

How sunlight sparkles on waters calm,
And the feel of a breeze on warm skin is a balm.
The crisp...

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