"tabulating" poems
Tick tock, Tick tock, Tock Tock ticking
Clocks cluck, catching curious cries
Several seconds slide, slowly sticking
Eclectic evil ever eager to eat out eyes
Tock tock, tick tick Tock
danger dances down, depicting doom
Hands hold hearts heavily in hock
aren't all able to articulately assume?
Clock is currently counting costs
justifying jumps and juggling jacks
tabulating time that is tossed
lightening liberal lust and loving lax
tick tick tick, tick tick tick
destination is a detonation despised
tock tock tock, tock tock tock
sheep sleep soundly shrouded, so surprised
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
the symphony
played by the water
upon the shore
punctuated at times
by that errant wave
that crashed a little too hard
dislodging half-buried notions,
revealing pint-sized dreams
and tabulating forgotten score
serving watchful eyes
a fistful of sand,
and pays concerned hearts
with total disregard
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
I start with my fingers,
then my toes;
carefully tabulating each mistake.
Soon I move to my eye lashes;
plucking them out one by one.
Each hair on my body must go too.
Laying them down I organize them,
friends I hurt in one pile,
enemies I made in another.
The head hair reeks of vanity!
Things I did wrong is the most vast,
taking up half my desk alone.
This leaves only the floor
on which to place my *****
There go the girls I once loved.
Bit by bit I fall apart.
Attempting to shed every mistake
I remove my skin and of course,
because it rhymes,
I lose my sin.
Next my muscles must go;
never used them anyhow.
The fat slides off with it.
As a chill sets in I think of
all the meals and gluttony I’ll miss.
I take them all to curb hastily
hoping beat the morning man.
He’s always so sneaky, thus I watch to be sure.
There he is and there they go.
Little more than bone and brain
I sit and contemplate.
It’s all gone now; the whole of my past.
“Free at last, free at last!”
Or so I thought…
I lost myself with my mistakes.
Without anything to correct
I’ve become all wrong…
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
I gave her
My mind
To fill
I gave her
My heart
To drain,
I gave her
My love
To take take take,
And she took took took,
It was an
All she could take
Buffet
And I let her
As I gave gave gave
Never questioning
Never expecting
Never tabulating
A bill,
Even if she'll never
Ask for the check,
I'll never kick her out
I'll let her
Have her fill
Over and over
Maybe maybe
She'll find it all
Too delicious
And she'll sit there
Comatose
Never finishing her dessert
And she'll never walk out...
APAD13 - 066 © okpoet
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
My redemptive acts float
above recognition.
They are rooted in desire,
and need, and love.
They are impossible to eulogize
because they are as common as
shrugs or affirmations
delivered by my timid eyes.
You all know these acts.
You have no life without them.
A baby knows them soon as he, or she,
grabs teddy, and bites
his soft brown nose.
They are nothing moments.
They are valueless commodities
disregarded on the markets
of pride and sentiment.
They give no lessons.
They're just dumb and true
and they fear the advance of death
no more than boulders fear
the waters of a lake.
During a good long life you get
about a thousand or so such moments.
In one of those brief, tragic lives
you get maybe a hundred,
maybe even less. But of course,
tabulating them near or at the end
is about as smart and useful
as shoveling that lake.
They tell me that I am,
just like you, the way a grackle
is just like a grackle, or a lion cub
is just like all other lion cubs.
They tell me, that yes, life is pretty cool,
and that I will miss it,
and I will miss you.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Scrupulously second by second
A timekeeper sits at his desk
Near the tallest mountain
Riding a cloud one would guess
Tabulating only plusses and minuses reams of paper accumulating
Behind him
Keeping scores almost blind
Deaf and dumb
To secular or pagan
Reasonings and mores
No more
And no lesser
Just calculating
Everyman
For everything
Almost I want to help him
Throw in my impressions
But ignore
Me us
He does
Balances
The ledger
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC