Long Sequencing Poems
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I think love is the greatest thing –
and few will disagree; and no
need for gene splicing, genome
sequencing in a lab to propagate –
just good old fashioned love
produces love: with gentle strokes
of kindness; encouraging words,
gestures and sweet nudges –
I see love in the feline grooming
her kittens; love in a bird protecting
her nest at the cost of her life if
necessary; love in the breast of a
nurturing mother – in the supporting
nature of a 24/7 wife; I see love
in the sun, for when it shines things
grow and ripen; I see love in the
rain, for we quench and know,
that love is alive and well – a short
word, and as easy to give as spell;
yet a world of evil can't kill it...for
God on high, as man's saving grace
supports and triumphantly wills it –
Our dreaming state, discerned by mind sedate
Elements of cause and effect missing
All sense of time absent, as we gyrate
Having lost even sense of reasoning
There remains no logical sequencing
We have no will, when dreams manipulate
Puppet on a string, we cease questioning
Our dreaming state, discerned by mind sedate
Free will gone, unable to meditate
We yet go on thus experiencing
No will or power, we cannot create
Elements of cause and effect missing
As we respond to illusions flowing
Fear images arise, which we then placate
We question not thought forms, bewildering
All sense of time absent, as we gyrate
Fear or desire, we do not hesitate
Aspect of consciousness is accepting
Unable to ask flow of time to wait
Having lost even sense of reasoning
Difference between waking and sleeping
Unknown if our stupor does not abate
If waking too, like a dead man walking
What matters randomness of seeming fate
Our dreaming state
10-April-2021
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
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 :-)
Written by
A. Bizzimann and
Aria Libretto
off the Music Conseritive
Music Llc.
Love appears with permission
of More Love Music Co.
The theatric of Opera
the story and storytelling
love in any language
He made mention of her
and she found out
she never wanted him that wway
they spoke knid
in greeting
and loss sight of
time and became intrigued by
one another
there was alot not to like
but plenty to love
enough to keep her wishing to
be with him
He understood her sequencing
and was honestly in love with her
a perfect from a perfect balance
of her his family, his freinds
and his job. She would always be first.
She realized that his attempt to be her lover
would being in need to understand her.
He had never been rejected by her
and he knew when she did he
was wise enough to
find someone to understand
what he was gong through.
He wished not to be shady and keep another
that he might have such a perfect balance.
Due to the fact that her friends would
tell her things to look out for
and being a friend to someone who is willing to
understand sometimes might mean more
than keeping a relationship together.
He wanted her, and having
a successful life
as a husband meant alot to him.
Everything that he thought was
wholesome she found a historical fact
to indicate it being the reason that evil exists.
When asked about who wanted who
most she responded smiling: he frowned and thought
it was evasive.
And away for outsiders to script something ill.
Bad advice can create a script to inject the evils
you wish and pray away.
Seven French Horns were to Fuse with 4 Bassoons
5 Flutes.
A snare, A kettledrum
and A drumset.
They excerised using a Hip thrust machine and a squat exerciser
her freind was a gymnist and she
is a flute player. They were
together in the gym, When he walked in wwith his frenchhorn in hand.
Lip riser is sortered to the lip plate. Were the only words both the directer and Composer said we needed to forge the sound needed to be a popular fan favorite for radio, television, studio, and stage.
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29th August 2020
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
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