This is my second try in doing a sestina. It takes time, and I have now reworked it a little bit. Instead of trying to find words, I used a selection of WOTD from #ohj a wordgame on twitter. I tried to keep it pentameter, but there are a few stumbling points. The idea behind it is to describe the prize we pay in a competitive world. Picture comes from wikimedia commons.
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Today I almost reached a climax high
But had to act in ways that no one like
To win in games you have to claim the spot
Necessity in triumph of the prize
I wanted to be first and plant the flag
Be brutal, use authority and weight
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It never mattered, victims of my weight
If anyone was hurt, who’s fall was high
The win’s still valid with a bloodstained flag
But moral sacrifice, I very much dislike
And now I stand and almost got the prize
Today I failed to claim the winning spot
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The victory was claimed, he took my spot
A ruthless man, of heavy callous weight
By crimson of his fists he earned his prize
Behind, the rest of us were shrieking high
This winning beast no human really like
But high above in victory, his flag
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I see in deep disgust my stains on flag
Inside I’m dirty, ther remain a spot
The people will me never really like
A conscious contest stays as heavy weight
First among the losers, with costs so high
The second one has lost the winning prize
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I got a medal, felt like comfort prize
The stains and scratches can be cleaned from flag
Prepare again, for fight when stakes are high
Do anything for place in winning spot
To eat and exercise to gain some weight
Everything I do, but what I really like
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Now I am a lonely man, myself dislike
The bookshelf proudly show my second prize
I’m walking slowly with my extra weight
In basement hidden the forgotten flag
The gloves are soiled I can’t remove the spot
My days move slowly, never low or high
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To grasp the weight in setting up theflag
I had to really like the value of the prize
To fail the spot, I lost esteem so high
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First version Sept 10, 2012 Reworked October 18, 2012