Best Sequent Poems
Light and shade are vital to life's beauty, charm, and richness. By Poet.
sun
sunshine
dawn to dusk
nature supplies
vivacious hues clash
cumulonimbus cloud
sprouts expanse toward the sun
every day, it swells keen and vast
as crocus sprouts muzzle widespread breeze
in stark peacefulness through the strides of verve
Melted gold gleams in the thoughts of moonbeams.
As light wanes, faint stars tackle to glow.
they shimmer like zillions of studs
while embedded to sunbeams
Scudding blue-purple swarms.
soar through azure sky.
gazed birch leaf buds
and clean grass
spring's rays
warmth.
scour
the bliss
tweaked and deep
blue fades to mauve
humped at hearts of stem
stream heavenly keenness
as waterway of sheer praise
sequent the path of least toughness
same as a flower's smell loads the air
linked to bode love, uttering lease to flow
Written: February 15, 2022
1st place contest winner
E Forms- Etheree - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I spend two hours of most every day,
With the tending and feeding of cats.
I never imagined my end of life this way,
It causes most of our marital spats.
It's not a Kitten's fault for being born,
Nor their choice to be jettisoned on me.
It's taxing doing what's right each morn,
To a dozen cats we've became a trustee.
The cost of feeding is now out of hand,
And Vet bills are becoming all to frequent.
Then another little Kitty arrives unplanned,
Seeming to always come in sequent.
Adoptive homes we've found for a few,
Still others have tried stopping a car.
But doing our duty we'll not eschew,
On my marker just write "The Cat Czar"
But "my woe is me" changes nary a thing,
And I've too much invested to run away.
So I'll continue praying for life's upswing,
And tending unwanted cats another day.
Red like roses
Running like water from hoses
Whoever walks in next is in for a thriller
It looks like someone was visited by the Zodiac Killer
They may strike at anytime
And soon turn any room into the scene of a crime
In the spring and summer they attack more frequent
It occurs so often, it’s nearly sequent
Red like roses
God, I hate bloody noses
At ease of ill on bed where thoughts I lay
over cigar butts & a bottle of gin approaching
to its eight. c/o you, a wry malice
once most I herd under the influence of curiosity, intimacy
more than half-intended, if by if, further a notice,
if at all. Let me tell you further:
within my mind painted of green is panting
alongside its walls are sweating. More of a further,
between gasps & heavy breaths I move
from one to the other. Still,
so little you know how I’d run into you
in the most fluid of further:
humidity settles, as I fancy with wonder to imagine
you with me alone hoarding
warmth between our thighs, all save for benediction. Truth to tell,
between mine is tightening, for all that. Hence,
we kiss, then we coo. To err us,
feeding long on each other’s tongue adorned with scents
of sin ending up like fools to think it clever to thrust,
sequent to taste, the in-betweens as against the other:
a piece of heaven that reeks of me & you. Our bodies also,
waists, chests, & torsos made slippery by sweat,
by love. Like so, too, I long for our thighs to cross
like of my fingers by here.
Soon, there: somewhere,
(hereby, fingers crossed) not elsewhere.
My father’s timber array arrived on an
overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed.
It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods,
inspiring last metamorphosis to
warming fires come winter’s weather.
Empty, truck leaves then heaves
into a scrubby alley
squeezing by barely.
With its narrow fit made
it disappearing through a backyard gate
into a cloud of its own making
belched from two shaking
upright tailpipes.
Bark cull, coppice slats, saw food pilled
to near roof high. This sawmill refuge awaits
stacking sequent, once cross-sawed
and set to a suitable size for stove fodder.
I am father's volunteer; I am the master stacker
of wand-wood. With my bow-saw in hand,
I look not on labor of hours nor days, but eternities.
In the eyes of evolution's lies I see ancient youths,
countless fellows of ten-years-old like me
and leap with them to the task of cave dwellers.
Though thine two grown
former babes in crib age,
now lead checkered lives,
no longer monopolize my time
as though their persons went backstage
either one embracing, judging,
and negotiating positive
chutes and ladders with courage
evoking glee this papa
helped both beautiful lasses
avoid being risk averse
navigating life with minimal damage
though to get ahead of the class,
(asper the eldest Eden Liat)
credit karma fairly and squarely attributed
to herself with encourage
meant from this papa, who oft time
felt he lacked any clue
akin to a hobbled battleship left
to drift at sea, whence,
upon landfall sub
sequent lee forced to forage
in a foreign dominion (akin to being
among Settlers of Catan),
plus devoid of instruments to gauge,
an optimal strategic operation,
thus figuratively groping in the dark
(unaware of a brewing twister)
guided by blind faith
doth admit saying sorry,
but apologetic homage
would disqualify thyself,
a "FAKE" mastermind
undeserving of just desserts,
unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats
awash within Candy Land,
a deceptive image
entrancing, luring and, spellbinding
ultimately incurring trouble,
particularly when Shana Aubrey
(younger by about
twenty six months)
garnered lion's share of parental attention
necessitated mandatory intervention
due to language
skills, plus pronounced
developmental delay,
where supreme social service
sages gentle massage
wrought divine prestidigitation
as one after another
case worker did overencourage
to counteract congenital
cognitive setback (coalesced in utero),
now finds das dada envious
(cuz, aye got mired, hogtied,
and bogged down with
obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit,
hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim)
steers ship shape body electric
round her uncharted cerebral
cape of good hope passage.
And let my Soul
Resonate
With-in the confines'
Of Thy Lord
And let my resolve
Be immanent
In my resolutions'
From the Heart
And sequent in the
Name of the
All Mighty
Jesus'
GF
Way up in the darkest sky
Shines a star, a reflective light
Glowing a promise, reflecting
Insight into the moment
When the sequent moon ignites
Joy on the inside, where their abides
Heartfelt inspiration, wonder
Alive in the imagination…
Way down in my soul
Shines a star, a silent hope
Radiating smiles, shining
In a heart who supplies
Music that inspires the heart
Poetry that stirs up love
Whimsical feelings who breath
Miracles into everything
Way up in the marvelous night
Shines a star, a stunning sight
Coloring the world in hues so bright
Reminding the soul to always
Delight in the miracles…
The kindness, the insight, the song
So whimsical and so discerning,
In waves of intuition, a yearning…
Way down in my heart
Shines a star, a delicate wish
For the glory of One
Who inspires my faith,
Rains down sweet grace,
Purifies my life with His love
Quiets all the worries
The struggles lose their power
And I realize He is the answer
To all of my prayers – my needs
He is everything that I believe
Way up in the dazzling nocturnal
There, on display, is a star…
A strong, mighty brilliance
Who arises to remind me…
He is all powerful and good.
He is wisdom and wonder.
He is the lightening and the thunder.
He is the One who shines brighter…
Than the sun or the moon
Brighter than any star…
He is the Savior of the whole world
And, He is the Redeemer …
Who left me with a light to give
Back to Him – My very best,
… because He has blessed…
Me with stars in my eyes,
Stars in my heart, stars on the inside
Where His light shines on…
In unconditional Love!
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