Ever so drowsily awakening to
the seminal dark and next to last
Falling leaves barely still clinging
and hanging onto the winter tree
I myself from here safely snuggly
wedged inside
Now looking outwardly have to squint
in order for me to be enabled to see
What lies beyond the precipitation
which resembles raindrops only on
the inside of my this here front lounge
window
Both trapping and holding me in its
deathly stare and nothing gaze
Instill and cause a deep and trifling
malaise of discourse and certain
unease
That shall I without doubt have to
spend the rest of the day leave me
in a stricken state of mass maligned
distress
So i wish not never to undress or
wash as godliness come forth or
be summonsed next
And may just well relieve me from this
what fresh new hell
I have or may not possess the will
to carry on from
Categories:
next to last, slam,
Form: Free verse
The first three boring innings ended scoreless.
Then, in the fourth I took a walk to first.
She was managing her business in the dugout.
I was ready when a double’s gusher burst.
I beat the throw to home and scored an easy run.
She liked the way I took the bases fast.
When she called me her penultimate slugger,
I’d no idea that meant the next to last.
Although my stats were solid and consistent,
I wasn’t the right cog for her machine.
I was traded for the sake of sabermetrics,
In the wake of her affair with Billy Beane.
Categories:
next to last, allegory, baseball, relationship,
Form: Burlesque
Changing directions doesn't mean that you have changed your mind
Do not accept a "No" until you have heard it again and again
You feel 'less' in everything, thinking you'll never win
That's the time to look to the hills and pray again
You recently missed the mark and lost your spark
So reassess, rethink, retool, return, and restart
Don't allow the word "No" to take away your glow
Just remember that the river finds its own way to flow
There is no wall that can stop the ocean waves
Don't give in and build your dwellings in a cave
So you spilled the milk; wipe it up and pour another glass
So you lost the race and came in next to last
Train harder next time and run again to be fast
It's what's inside that puts you at the head of the class
011921PS
Categories:
next to last, courage, desire, endurance,
Form: Couplet
Gymnasts and Poets
Poetry writing, a practiced passion,
Gymnastics, practiced poetry in motion,
Choose your form with the first line.
Move quickly into the mood,
directly spoken, intimated,
free verse or rhyme.
Mount the apparatus in graceful form,
forward mount or backward mount,
conventional, unorthodox.
Execute the routine flawlessly.
Express the idea to the core.
Stretch your legs and arms beyond the limit.
Dig deep into your mind’s eye for images.
Lead into the dismount, backward or forward.
Set up the next to last closing phrase to return to the idea.
Nail the dismount with energy.
Nail the last line with emotion.
Such is the passion of gymnasts and poets.
11/19/16
Categories:
next to last, analogy, poetry, sports, ,
Form: Free verse
Ordered by name, sights and tree trippers the climbing elephants sustain a marvellous wealth of injested missionary window ledges. Whilst eleven fleas are whipping cow excrement vast spectacular visions of a few beetles writhe in beds of silvery waters. It is neither a wishing spoon nor a little fork which breaks an erotic cabbage as flybys are mist important when conversing with a purple potato. As wisdom is derived from a stem of a single crocus. And a crocodile balances on a six inch trapeze. Live wires are far the most exciting in a misty landscape. Inkwells smiling. Interesting is the patterns of a bee. Placing a noose on a plate. Until the next to last stirring if the soups. Pointing then to a cloud in a class of seals. Daring. Dancing dimming dimes. Dimensional drawing xxxx gravitational xxxxx ha ha ha
Categories:
next to last, birth,
Form: I do not know?
Their lawn chairs in the sun
Outside a standard door--
They are considered nonproductive.
They passed their buying power
For the next to last measured lot.
The old man putters about the yard.
Turning earth for flowers that she wants
Beside the fence of hedge and vine;
And to a reel gone out of style,
He dances with his dog.
She feeds all birds and stops to watch
A squirrel glide like a leaf
Among the thoughts of friends
Whose deaths predict their own;
The papers tell them so.
She brings him tea and stories,
Retelling all that made them glad,
And love for children who had fled in fear
Of palsied hands to faster places
Where an hour can wear no dust.
Categories:
next to last, age,
Form: Free verse
The art of loving isn’t hard to master
So many things seem filled with love.
To be lost in a love forever.
Love more everyday. Accept the disaster
Of a lost mind hours thinking of your love.
The art of loving isn’t hard to master.
Then practice loving farther, loving faster
People, and places, and who it is you have to love.
All of these will bring us together.
I lost my heart, And look! My forever
Next-to-last, of my love went.
To be lost in a love forever.
I gained hope, a lovely one. And faster
Some realms I owned, I will always have hope
I love them, and it will be a forever.
Even loving you, a great gesture
I shant have lied. For I hope
The art of loving isn’t hard to master
Though it may look like a great disaster.
(Based on the poem One Art by Elizabeth Bishop, this was a project in creative writing)
Categories:
next to last, beautiful,
Form: Villanelle
His army was poised for the kill
This victory would give him such a thrill
But a shocking defeat did await
As the Queen took his knight for checkmate!
Victory goes to the player
who makes the next to last mistake
So in any game you undertake
Make sure you move with care
Or the agony of defeat you'll have to bear
" Victory goes to the player who makes the next to last mistake"
-- Chessmaster - Savielly Grigorievitch Tartokower --
Categories:
next to last, adventure,
Form: Free verse
Recently, I ran in a race.
I’m glad to say I came in second place.
The other guy came in next to last.
I thought I was running just as fast
The truth is, there were only two competitors in the race.
Categories:
next to last, life,
Form: Free verse
Lee and Pastor Steve
They didn't want to leave
Over a stuff rabbit they were about to grieve
But finally the prize was received
Neither 1 of them seem bright
But they put up quiet a fight
It was all about having fun on that bowling night
Randy was the true hero
Kool-aid was the 1 ended up with zero
Pastor Steve ended up in 2nd place
At the end of the race
Matthew did pretty good
He tried the best that he could
Jeremy didn't do bad at all
He just couldn't control the ball
And James which is myself
In next to last place is where I was lefted
Categories:
next to last, adventure, family, friendship, life,
Form: Rhyme
For my fears are distrought to wits ends of sanity
It won't be long until I break to die
Blood, scars, and scabs made me sweat with disease
Amental plague she became to destroy
What I considered life and love
With Death's hand at my throat,
To avoid killing her, pleaseurable revenge,
I fell for another's kiss
Exhausting my hate to mear extinction
The next-to-last wish made its way to the top
My anxiety grew as the tension built
Because her first look hatched chills
But it won't be long before missing her becomes a habit
And this story becomes a legend
Categories:
next to last, love, teen,
Form: I do not know?