Counters Poems - Poems about Counters

...The Mage Whispers Do you see past your reality tunnels Your every day to day Safe plays As your Geiger Counters Ticks left to right As it slowly sways Do you see the struggles Of life......

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...He always dreams big on just about everything He has been doing this since he was a child And sometimes his imagination runs wild. He likes to pull things apart and appear in the dark and when ......

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...I started with one small corner of my kitchen Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed The counters were scraped, the table was......

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...I am from the Midwest We eat our cattle while they are running Condiments? Ha! I scoff at that Rabbit stew made of their feet We allow them to hop around on their other paws We are not unkin......

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...Time hands seconds past the minute, winter melts the sands, sprung barter the seeds to take root, petals leave for lands. Abandoned juice bathes the barren, weather soaks wet dreams, towering......

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...Stepha Kaye and Ima Gen (B. Marquardt-Alexander is retiring. I am taking over this now). A Siamese cat, with bright emerald eyes Light and dark in the night looked on With an element of surp......

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...THE NIGHT BEFORE Twas the night before Christmas Just after Yule, the winter solstice Two big events need no poultice Between these dates, an isthmus All stores had now finally closed Count......

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... Like hard, dry toast, with no aroma, Poetry minus heart and soul, puts me in an endless coma! My brain short circuits, the longer the poem! I get a poetic seizure and my mind is......

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... All I do is sleep, cook, clean, the rhythm of each day blurring into the next. Morning breaks and I’m on my feet, scrambling eggs, packing lunches, wiping counters and tears alike. I never......

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...It was a whole other world No cellphones or tablets No text messages People gathered and talked The most popular places no longer exist Every afternoon and all weekends The place to be was the ......

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...I could clean while I listen to TV I do not I could wipe the counters I do not I could sweep the floor I do not cleaning does not interest me I do not do things that are boring and redundant......

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... Life is convoluted Coming across happiness and sorrow Love and betrayal ......

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... When I was young I believed angels were shy content to remain in the shadows of the day and night happy to watch over and protect us while remaining out of sight Growing up in the Catholic Chu......

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...MANHOOD V WOMANHOOD I use my favourite chat-up line as I join her at the bar, ”What’s a girl like you doing without a man like me?” She raises her eyes disdainfully, “That’s the......

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... I. Fold, crease, unfold, sheets of paper thin as possibility, a crisp white plea to gravity. Forty-five times, a cosmic origami building bridges from table to the moon. The mind dreams, un......

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