Best Sequentially Poems

Something or nothing
That's what's in all the paintings I've viewed this morning
I don't want to write about something as I'd need to research it
And nothing is a tricky one - write about that and flood gates might open

So instead I've just ran my fingers through...

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What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxious
or, worse, anticipating 
shortness of healthy mind time
and insufficiency of safe body space?
 
Is this life...

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A withered and separated flower lay squashed in bent stature.The wind silently erodes the remaining petals sequentially, with each pulse of the air. 

A distant nightmare, tangibly manifested, the echoing warning from the past. 

A trapped piece of newspaper married to a low-lying hedge branch,...

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POET AND PHILOSOPHER

Political propaganda versus debate with ideology manifestations of today brings forth a new species of political expressions boldfaced.
The hoopla indoctrinates the brain of contenders stating their game.
The panels are in place as a nation of people listen-in to the visionary scope of Politicians.
Political...

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I would add,
to all Revolutionary Peace Warriors,
a note regarding teleological raison d'etre
evolves "freedom to choose"

Although not necessarily sufficient 
without further distinguishing 
positive recycling of evolution
v. singular purpose of devolution, 
zero-sum decay, 
flat-line death.

Earth's regenerative evolution
slow-grows freedom to love synergetic health
as we despise monotheistically predative fat...

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Hurricane by any name is a dreaded beast
Monster winds guide every turn and twist

Clouds cluster in enormous darker shapes
Heated moisture dominates form they take 

Dressed in cloudy eye-wall winds rotate
High gusting speeds foretell its arrival date

As eye of the storm approaches a landfall
Communities begin making...

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Significance of Forty


Forty, a number that equates to 14,600 days,
Life begins at forty, as some folks say!
Forty winks of sleep, is that really enough,
To keep your head from feeling quite rough!
Forty, has letters sequentially placed in alphabetical order. 

Written: 1/22/16 ©

Submitted for contest: "Forty"

Sponsored by:...

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Numbers come from a singularity at sea
Grow into oceans numerically speaking 
Fluent in the foreign language of Chronology
Born from an original source sequentially conceived
Sometimes repeating calculus because they can

Starting out as the number one and counting
Figures break down into fractions
That hatch from shells on the...

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ZeroSum Spirit
bicameral begins
playing through Ego-Eco Me.

Nondual trinitarian bilaterality
of a Mother Scaling Tree
forecasting and shadowing
WinWin
healthy branching
and rooting properties.

Spirit consciousness,
DNA with RNA tribal strings
of multicolored cooperative intelligence.

ZeroSpirit
fractal-seasoned
developing psychology
phylogeny
homology
toward
WiseElder WinWin GoldenRulology.

ZeroAnimated
AcclimatingMundi,
full-mooned Boody
multiregenerational cosmos
where ev'rything grows living out
and fades dying in

Co-arising
sequentially,
LeftEgo Zero RightEco
ego-eco
political psycho logos go
attuned to SecularNature also
as...

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Sequentially rendered, one by one said, 
How do I feel about my life’s thread?
In bed we talk about realities, fashion, 
And realise each of us has a passion. 

A love for the other, their ordinary times, 
Without any hesitation we search for crimes.
But not nosily,...

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The Hands of Time
By Franklin Price
5/28/2016

The hands of time are turning
On a clock that's analog
The rooster's crowing morning
And he's waking up the dog

The dog is barking crazily
At something that he hears
The Sun on the horizon
Makes the clouds of day appear

The numbers on the digital
Alarm change...

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What do you say now?
Is there anybody who want to foul?
Standing behind and knocking,
Little lady....I see this sparkle rocking,
Life is full of dream,
Can't distinguish the laughter from the scream,
Out from the frying pan...straight to the fire,
Serif stuck to support.....I never mind,
No answer but I'm super,
Have...

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First time thou opened thy eyes, 
thou started to cry,
First time thou stood on thy feet,
Fell on clay, when assayed to fleet,
Thou first day of the school,
Sojourned puling on the stool,
First ever exam of thy life,
Graphite refused to write,
Numerous first times when thou tried, 
still...

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Crestfallen I looked up to the pervaded sky over my head
	Billion of stars perceptible swapped over with glee in vivid.

	I pierced through my vision the playful blinking stars.
	Discovered the Billionth one far-flung at quiet corner.

	Enquired him the reason of his consternation
	Heave of shy, fading one...

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"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some, it ushered in a new age of realism in literature.


Come...

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