Best Finals Poems
NBA Finals Prayer
Lord, blesseth thine Warriors
And treateth not thine Fans
with a such a Cavalier attitude.
Thy restoreth our soles.
Thy quickeneth and brusheth off our feet of Klay.
Thy maketh passes down for Green fast breaks.
Yea, though we've walked through
the Valley of Lebron,
we shall fear no Dellavedova.
Thy Ref and thy Stef, they comfort us.
Thou preparest a bench for Mike Miller to keep warm
in the absence of his highness' hiney Heat.
Thou anointest Anderson Varejao's head with jojoba oil;
My Curry runneth over.
Surely championships and endorsements
shall follow us all the years of our careers.
And we will dwell in the house of the Oracle for Game Seven
(if necessary).
Amen
Psalm 23, King James Aversion
Composed and published by Damian Hinman June 16, 2015
Finals suck yes its true, finals suck, it makes me blue.
Finals are not fun you’ll see, for everyone is full of plea.
Finals are required, but why?
The state wants to see how we have improved in our knowledge
Finals make everyone want to die.
Once finals are done, everyone dances with glee
They aren't fun, you’ll see
speech and debate team members
competed every week
new schools, new judges, input sought
national finals at Niagara University
eleven hundred contestants
vying for trophies worth their weight in gold
mix up the meter, don't stress the rhyme
select a "poem" that would be unique
then give it your own tweak
casting Longfellow and Whitman aside
I emulated Walter Brennan’s voice
reading “The Lorax” by Dr. Seuss
in finals judging was stiff
but I gave them a laugh or two
nabbing a fourth place
first time Monmouth ever had a winner
riding home, we cheered and laughed
Old Lorax’s environmental message won favor
*Entry for Joe’s “Contest Contest”
True story
(a silly series of Senryus)
It’s time to cram for
final exams, again, so
here we go, mug up.
My mind, coffee dark,
drifts in academic dreams,
—think roiling oceans.
A ‘mandatory’
society meeting? You’re
not the boss of me.
I’ll shun or eschew,
if I want too, sidestepping,
like a tap dancer.
I'm not lazy - I'm
high tech and in energy
saving mode now.
It’s a pointed and
conscious decision—I’ll do
me and you do you.
.
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Songs for this:
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Each and Every One by Everything But the Girl
Uruguay 0 - France 2
Uruguay bad day
Les Bleus take total control-
France-Belgium showdown
Brazil 1 - Belgium 2
Brazil's own-goal gaffe
brilliant Belgium bests Brazil...
Belgium comes of age
Sweden 0 - England 2
Swedes hit Pickford wall
England's clean sheet victory
"...coming home" -maybe
Russia 2 (3) - Croatia 2 (4)
Russia's journey ends
Croatia show nerves of steel...
showdown with England
G-ame one has begun,
M-inutes of each quarter pass,
M-illions gladly watch.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Finals Result
A month before,
Begins the tension,
Something you would like to,
Give a detention.
Of being grounded for a month,
Is perhaps the fear,
Or getting a spanking,
And shedding many tears.
Or perhaps it’s competition just plain,
Or fear of falling behind the class,
The probabilities are clear,
More clearer than glass.
Stars could see forever
Thinking never
An avalanche would pull the lever
Feeling a mile high
This movie was going to be a nice try
Not caring about anyone’s lie
Then there was the heated sun
Melted snow weighing a ton
Fear should have won
But stars thought the drama was fun
Soon another one
Saying one more and you are done
But the stars had many goals
While the avalanche revenge was to bury the souls
When it went to overtime
A fifth netted a successful find
Stars came up with the goods
To continue the vacation in the mountainous woods
A few feet below
Would you know?
Our faithful dirty blonde knight
Checking out everything was all right
When he came across the film crew
Wondering how much they had to do
All of them acting cool
Setting up for when the stars come
Down the peak where they were from
Pretending being people in a script
Characters on a holiday trip
Romance blooming
Conflict needed to make action fuming
But the avalanche started its threat
Those from Vancouver decided this was not a practical bet
Instead it was the hour to get
Ending the working stay
Let the stars get their way
As the dirty blonde knight watched the packing
Waiting for nature to do some attacking
He was sorry to see them go
And decided to wait for the stars and enjoy the next show
Cheers of excitement roar from up ahead.
Our sounds of warm-up drift through the air.
Just even that part gets our adrenaline pumping.
We start to walk perfectly in step.
The clicks, the crowd, and the sound of blood pumping to our hearts are all you
can hear within five miles.
We approach the field.
Now every practice, every piece of hope is sprouting from the pride in what we call
“our band”
We stop.
And hear our leader shout FEET!
Its begun.
Feet, together!
Shoulders, back!
Chest, out!
Chin, up!
Eyes, WITH PRIDE!
Eyes, WITH PRIDE!
Eyes, WITH PRRRIIIIIDDDEE!!!!
We march to our spots.
Even though we have sweat dripping down our faces 100 times worse then
you’ve probably ever seen,
And our arms are hurting from how high our horns are up..just to impress you
And our toes are reaching up to the sky to try and taste the clouds,
The notes come out as if a stamped has arouse,
then without a second gone by,
we play soft and sweetly,
like the birds chirping on an early Sunday morning.
The sounds go from loud to soft, wonderful dynamics.
We shock you.
We continue to shock you by the amazing preciseness.
And by how prepared we have come.
Now we end our show.
We leave you with remarkable music with astonishing marching.
You are surprised by how marvelous we are.
So we march out, exactly as we marched in,
perfectly.
leaving you with the best show we have ever preformed.
We wait and wait to hear our placement.
Were impatient now.
10th- not us.
9th-Marion
Most people would be upset about 9th
Not us.
We are excited
Even though its 9th,
We did our best.
And doing your best while giving 150% is all that counts.
That and putting on a show like the one we preformed!,
That’s all that counts when your in the Marion Patriot Pride Marching Band.
So we drive home, after our competition
AND PRACTICE OUR HEARTS OUT SOME MORE!
Eyes, with pride.
The Marion Band kind of pride.
simply awake
No music lulls
No quiet snoozes
No counting naps
No stretching tires
My clock taunts me
No comfort lullabies
No breathing relaxes
Pajamas strangle me
No coolness soothes
No meditation stupors
No visualization sleeps
No position tranquilizes
No supplements sedate
No aromatherapy calms
or finger painting slumbers
I am insomnia’s vigilant sentry.
Where, oh where's the sandman?
A stalking moon comes
riding
on mount of silver
and
blue
metallic
shimmering
beckoning
shadows colliding
with
imagined imaginings
and
impassioned words
spoken to
look
like you
rhyming
with
the glow of
lightening dark
pale
dawns
shivering in
twilight unmasked
as
a
hollow
exchange
that
bounces from
here to there
and
wonders
how the connection
grew so
weak
and
unenduring
when
plastic care
became
so unassuring
and
deaf and dumb
came
crawling
droning
so
enough became
too much
to hear
and
flat tone
came alive
to
animate my screen
in hurried
dutiful
replies
evenly spaced to
reflect
time better spent
elsewhere.
Winter tested my endurance with its sharp and burning cold and now the warm lavender evening, with its smells and sounds of spring seem like a gift. The breeze is warm, and even the broad zones of shadow contain an inviting warmth. The campus lamps should ignite soon but groups of students are milling, talking and laughing as if no one wants to let go of the day.
As Lisa enters the courtyard the campus lights flicker to life. As she approaches, she lets her book bag slide off her shoulder. Catching it by its strap a millisecond before it hits the ground as she reaches me - without looking - like a practiced trick.
Taking my hand in hers, she asks, head tilted slightly to see my eyes, “How’d the test go?”
I’m the first one in our squad to take a final - most are next week. “Cinchy,” I say with a grin and a flick of my free wrist, “not comprehensive - it just covered the last section.”
“Yea,” she says, “look at you go!” A warm breeze wells to obscure her face with her flaxen, cornsilk hair. She lets her bag fall the last inch, and ponytails it, two-handed, with smooth, practiced ease.
Finals existed, like ancient, cultural crucibles, long before our time, but these are ours, as if they’ve always been waiting - just for us.
Yale is still new to us, but we talk, juxtaposing experiences, challenging and comforting each other, even though we’re on slightly different paths. It seems that everyone is pumped up though, a little stressed maybe, but more than ready to hit it.
Final exams start Thursday,
and it’s giving us all the feels.
Finals have a gravity of their own.
Are the papers worse than exams? Maybe.
The tension can be relentless and heavy.
“It’s finals week, see you on the other side.”
As for me, I’m almost packed up.
Time is an odd and unpredictable beast.
It’s hard to believe that in two weeks, I'll be a junior.
It’s an unimaginable prospect.
To work, for a long time at something that seemed impossible
- head down in concentration - then suddenly, like a passing,
cotton cloud somehow became a bunny - everything came into focus.
I’m halfway done. I’m going to make it. I got a chill.
I wanted to throw my lattice windows wide open and scream for joy
- but it might’ve been taken wrong. I’ve no time to give mental health advisors.
Next week might be a more plausible time for wooting.
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It has to be said. I’m in love with these songs:
‘Arizona‘ by ‘Ms. White’
‘Blood in the Cut’ by ‘K.Flay’
‘Time Machine’ by ‘Willow’
‘Relax’ by ‘Vacations’
‘Do the motion’ by ‘BoA’
“Tender as a bomb’ by ‘tennis’
I should be writing another paper
I should have turned this in on time
I need to study for a test
I need register for class
My head is throbbing in my skull
My eyes drooping, after last night
My heart is aching for stimulation
My mind is drained, they’ve sucked me dry
Finals are just around the corner
Make up test are on the rise
Everyone is sick these days
And we need to make up lab reports
The pulsing hum of education
Institutionalizing my brain
And I can find no resolution
Standardize us all the same
The best part of the year has come,
The pools are now all open.
We only have one obstacle to clear,
That very last obstacle is rather clear.
That Obstacle is a six foot hurdle,
built on solid knowledge,
Math, Science, English, History and more!
But we can do it were IB!
We shall study them all;
Math, Science, English, and History