Best Sequel Poems

I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains
Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head
Just a dream - a shame to find
I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed

The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall
Time, an indefinite progress of...

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Act 1: Earth

Water
Droplets fall to earth
Meniscus lens on the world -
Wellspring of life born

Air
Gaseous brew forms
Invisible elixir - 
A breath of fresh air

Fire
Destructive, cleansing
But giver of warmth and light – 
Fire’s dual perspective

Act 2: Plant

Leaf
Spring buds burst afresh
Summer leaves decay so soon – 
Death lords...

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"Poetry Souper Heroes:  The Sequel"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

As we last saw, Anita Sharma was coming in
What's that Melody Thomas, I had to ask my friend
It's called Falling Raindrops, Kim Patrice Nunez is the singer
By German composer Kim van Breda, rumor has it she's...

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The naked truth – sequel sequel

When showed up a farmer named Al
Who said as he set down his plow
Your moans are so loud
They’re drawing a crowd
And upsetting my favorite cow...

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Gather 'round me, my dears,
I'll continue the tale
Of a princess and her pirate lover.
Of her crown unencumbered,
They pillaged and plundered
As they wandered the seven seas over.

Crimes maritime were elating
And invigorating
'til Jack noticed a bulge in her tummy.
The princess first was offended,
But then she comprehended
He would...

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COVID-19
A Sequel To 9-11 
Written: by Tom Wright
10/19/01- 4/3/2020

During trying times,
We often search our dark lonely passageways.
Finding scant light
To help us through our days;
As faith's novices,
We often consider that sight
With anguish, fear, and utter disdain;
Faith, prompts us to believe the glow at tunnel's end,
Is our...

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She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared 
What they had 
Was beyond compare
Today is the next step
Towards their future
Today they bought a house 
Overwhelmed 
Overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next...

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Last half of Edward de Bono's Lateral Thinking Summary, pp. 298-300, with bicameral ecological supplements [informed by Gregory Bateson] in brackets:

In ordinary traditional thinking we have developed no methods for going beyond the [suboptimally reasonable] adequate. As soon as something is [feels] satisfactory our [LeftBrain]...

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I took the only seed of hope
for any future healthy Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not addictively incubating extractors.

Ours is not to commodify 
what we could not recreate
for its sufficient regeneration,
to fairly claim any rights
to economic value.

You talk funny,
replied the...

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Another day and the dishes have piled up yet again
So back I end up in front of the window 
I do not glance up, but concentrate
On the dull, dirtied objects before me
I do not hear the voices from yesterday
I still wallow in the grime of...

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Part 1 - A raven alone, ravaging around in the darkness..... 

i.

Ultimately aware, suspense is such, though truly I am sensing,

something dark diverting mind withdrawn, the silence muttered,

since melancholy holds suspicion where to probe now prodding

conscience, bearing likelihood to regain an imaginative murmur,

simulating facts begin,...

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White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to signal a stopping
Pulled like a kite that is fighting a...

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It is time to grieve a cop has died
Son to a mother, darling father to a child
Leaving kin behind and many more
Claimed by the force to have been beaten to pulp by a mob seeking gore
An honest cop fell of which there are a few
But...

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Just having fun at a bluegrass jam
When a stranger came up to me
He asked, “What sex is your mandolin”?
I said, “Where do I look to see”?

Alright said he, does it have a name?
Sure, I sometimes call her “Lexie”
Well there you have it, she’s a female
I...

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Lights out and all is dark, except...
this darkness is not what you'd expect.
No movie in a blackened theater.
It's your script. You, the director and creator.
In your own bed, 
scenes playing over in your head.
Some make you laugh, 
some tear you in half,
too many make you...

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