Best Sequencing Poems
Life
Spins
Shuffling
A playlist
Sequencing events
Encapsulating fierce lessons
Exuding a gentle breeze that conveys fear triumph
Savoring nectar sweetness brought with living each moment as first day of existence
For Life Contest
Sponsored by Janis Thompson
Third Place
5-15-2016
The exit ramp looms large just up ahead,
though still an unknown distance ‘round the bend,
a terminus of sorts.
Perhaps a point from which to send
us out of time constraints, into the now,
the means by which remain unknown, just how
exactly, this all ends.
To fret, a waste, ’tis said, so I shall trust instead.
And yet, this ideation blooms within
my mind, a frequent fascination that
with other thoughts, comports.
If only now, is there no then,
and sequencing of time, thus obsolete,
as all arrive en mass, surprised to meet?
The world I know is flat;
my finitude stretched thin, constrained to trust again.
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Another fun one, a Mistress Bradstreet stanza: 10a-10b-6c-8b-10d-10d-6b-12a
This one comes from a notion from reading Matthew 25, in the Last Judgment. All would have died at different times, but on that day, all were surprised, hence the idea of different departures, all arriving at now.
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This will be the third time I've added sponsor info. I do not know what is happening here...
for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 10/13/22
Ytb! Ytb!
We are here again
The sokaklar are not safe anymore
The pride in us is slowly disappearing out there
Ytb ytb, have you heard about inflation?
Lütfen explain to us ytb
The prices are no match out here
The lira is sequencing like polymerase chain
The cost of all kinds of stuff is reaching its peak
Happening like a lightning streak
Ytb nasil yapacagiz bilmiyoruz
The dollar blow is like an impregnable strike
The pockets are drying up faster than unexpected
The Alisveris Merkez is no longer our commonplace
Ytb, things are changing before our eyes
The math is challenging out here
Simit is now 3tl, çay is no longer our morning ilaç
The kebap is no longer affordable
Ytb! That çorba is now 10tl
The buck in 2016 is now worth 7 lira
How you did it haberim yok
But we think its kind of shifty ytb
I hear the sokaklar are tense with dollars
The Reis believe the opposite of textbook notes is true
Merak etmeyin he says
But you know ytb, we are not Rumplestiltskin
Maybe you should ask Captain Hook how he did it
hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space
they break on through, sneaking inside my head
far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes
passengers squeezed in tight, some feeling dread
as jet engines cloud-buffet, amplifying reverberations
chimney-chambers funnelling their muffled sound
momentary fear spills downward into the peaceful living-room
then gone, soon forgotten, on journeys bound
clank and clang, lift-arm lorries crawling slowly by the gateway
sin bins scooped, coloured cravings half-consumed
cascades of clinking glass crescendo, bottle-bank vomiting noise
rapid cadence, ambient drone resumed
programmed heat, timed with boiler clicks, powering-up, igniting
cold metal creaks around expanding joints
curtains swish, blinds roll open, bleary blinking, homely morning eyes
aural sequencing as the day appoints
distant yowl of hooter horn, duly departing commuter train
car doors slam, abrupt jarring intrusion
gauntlet-running mothers compete with pavement-blocking pupils
fumes linger, safety scarring delusion
radio din, depressing electro-magnetic compression
shovelled earth beside the thin blaring-out
men again dig doggedly, patching patches for the umpteenth time
careless strike, gushing hiss of waterspout
road tyres clip, manholes rattle, drum the brief mid-morning lullaby
rise and fall, the doppler siren speeding
two-wheeled tiny engine buzz, irritating as it nears the ears
loudspeaker hails, vies for votes its pleading
post person presents the parcels, delivering rat-a-tat-tat
cats scurry as scratching dogs lunge and bark
then sudden bang, spread-eagled pigeon, wingspan on window-pane
stunned, fluttering, hoping to reach the park
With the quickness ...
unprecedented corporate rise
Fabulous omni-view sky work space,
immune to boardroom gossip sickness
Poker-face negotiator disguise ...
keep the key competition guessing
Do the necessary background homework,
anticipate any proprietary lies
Next gen capitalist with no corruption trace ...
squint the inside of planetary councils
Logic sequencing of managerial decisions,
investors' hugs are a burgeoning dividend embrace
Lawyers love the legal byzantine thickness ...
corner the market on low g orbital gear
Warp expansion of the company's political assets,
explains how a lowly rock hopper ascends with the quickness
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
soothingly spirited, sublime sweet songs.
Satisfied sigh, sees salubrious springs;
sharp, sizzling sunburn scream: saltwater stings.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Seismic'ly sensitive subsurface screens;
substandard systems: severe shakes scarce seen.
Scaling slick surfaces, snow-scented slides;
slogging sludge swamps, smelling stinky sulfides.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
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for the Begin with a Letter Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
written 06/28/2022
an alliterative 'sonnet', with aabb pattern and 10 syllable lines
updated/extended from a shorter, earlier poem
A man,
in the shadow of a child,
walks, for the sake of
phylogenesis.
The Great Bustard,
was on the brink of
extinction. Somebody
was not an achiever.
Seeking,
an inborn god in thighs,
for running faster than light,
weightless, faceless.
Dust will take,
dust for the dark matter
sequencing a disaster.
The animal within roars.
Satish Verma
Oh!
Fall's
Beauty
Radiates
Dries, falls, mulches fine
Fibonacci:
0
1
0+1=1
1+1=2
1+2=3
2+3=5
3+5=8
5+8=13
8+13=21
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Is a number sequencing poem.
Written: November 20, 2020
Breathe words.
They are the essence of life. Communication is universal and language is key.
Every word is powerful, and any utterance, no matter how small, has the power to wound, empower, enlighten, convict, condemn, control, sway, break someone’s heart, sign someone’s fate, push someone away, draw someone close, or open up a mind to a long forgotten truth that is now taking light.
We don’t appreciate them because they can’t be taken away. We take them for granted because they have always been there, even before we were old enough to use them, but in reality, where would we be with out them? We breath them out as they pass through our lips about a billion times a day. Whether it is face to face or on the phone. We write them down as they flow from our pens, keyboards, blackberries or typewriters, each piece of paper or wire locking in a series of electronic sequencing that will transmit our words on to someone else.
It sounds complicated but it’s really not. Words are powerful, but like any toll that is in the wrong hands, they have the power to harm or be used in a dishonest fashion. Words can be personalized and usually are, even though each one is used millions of times a day, in thousands of ways and for hundreds of purposes.
That is why I
BREATH
WORDS
Like they were lava in my veins, never taking a single one for granted and looking for the beauty each time I hear one for the first time. Dwelling on each and every sentence like when I was a child and would repeat everything anyone said to me, underneath my breathe just to savor the way that the words spilled from my tongue.
So now I give any and every word it’s due as if I despair of never hearing anyone say it again. Or what if I too, should forget of it’s existence and it’’s sweet venerable sound should never grace my lips again? I can think of no greater dishonor to the art of language as this. That is why language is my oxygen, and I
Breath
Words.
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
Soothingly spiritual, sublime sweet songs.
Seismically sensitive subsurface screens;
Substandard systems severe shakes scarce seen.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
Subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
Somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
Sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
Tuning in the universe
Purpose and design
Questing, ever questioning
Matters of the mind
Information sequencing
Deep within the cell
Irreducibly complex
Creator has a tell
So suddenly settles silence
Suggests strongly stunning smooth so shiny
~a silver surrey sequencing sexy solaced stars~
12/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
MY PEN
WRITES ONLY
WORDS OF LOVE
My pen
writes
only
Words of Love.
You say prove Manly Valor.
You say
by
Dodging Death
true
literary
heroes
Win a
War.
I comply
Shred my paper
Change my ink
Days and bloody Nights
of War
skies war shatter
grounds war tremble
I dream
rations of
War.
Repeat thrice
repeat again
until music sounds
mad battle music
music lost in ragged shouts
with the
syllables made weary
weary of simplicity of sheer repeating
until repeating
multiplied in muffled sighs
loses numbers
in the Fray
I write only Red.
But to my shame
(and with a secret, lingering delight)
Whatever pen
in hand
spattering
whatever color
in pen
flirting with the windy wayward paper
I dodge only
Love Rockets
my Pen
adept now to sequencing of blood days--
death’s playmate
needs a sassy voice--
grim hilarity
hides terror
Valiant and Red Crimson
reflects
only a
familiar,
inscrutable
kissing shade ---
the
aching inner lips
of
you
Note: a medieval musician was threatened with death if he couldn't sing epics. He answered he could only sing love songs. That incident was the inspiration of this poem.
Sequencing With Everything
i Have Ever Known With
ideal
Could mainly Light speak
Or Dose Darkness speak it's
Tone Love thinks it's truth
Never take back your thinking
Tells are the winds of Beauty
Time Time as Sure We Go
To Hint Real, True and Permanent.
Seen Art Unutterable: : !