The Loser Poet

Once again, sometimes it just seems that way

 

 

 

 

The Loser Poet

 

Losing is a habit

engrained upon my hands,

claiming to be something I am not

Peering in with one wicked eye

fashioned of big words

from worn out dictionary pages

 

my thoughts are fire in lower case flames

complete with soiled ash

and filaments swinging in the breeze

searching for the unburned match

the last one… in a long line of empty phrases

 

blank pages filled with everything conceived

along street water girths and cigarette butts

arranged in the shape of a question mark

on my Walmart coffee table…

never once questioning why

 

Oh I have written, I have penned

and my quill is soft and filled with ink

of another’s pain, dripping on tree leaf mosaics

and carpenter footprints,

leading down that path that I lure

unsuspecting verses now lost with me

 

For I am the loser in this game

only because I chose to play by my rules

Penalties don’t count in my court

for I am blind to the truth

that I am nothing more than me…only what I seem

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

You, my friend, are no loser. Playing by the rules takes strength of character and heart. And in those tow fields, you blow most clear out of the water. Your piece also gave me a chuckle. Right now there is a tire commercial and the tag line is don't be a luger. So a giggle and a thought. Nice work.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. Your kind words thrill me and I can never lose with friends like you

[Diana]

Do we lose when we seem to be what we are not? " that I am nothing more than me...only what I seem" Or are we somehow lifted up by poetic "loserliness?"

On a side note, I never knew the Beatles had such a song. *chuckles*

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Diana. Yep they do and now you got to hear it. I appreciate you visiting again.

[Sami Khalil]

"Oh I have written, I have penned

and my quill is soft and filled with ink

of another’s pain, dripping on tree leaf mosaics

and carpenter footprints,

leading down that path that I lure

unsuspecting verses now lost with me



For I am the loser in this game"

This was so sad and wonderful write. Live and learn like the saying goes. A splendid one...:)...............

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami...but it is not exactly about me.

[Sami Khalil]

OK. I get it now. About that loser...lol

[Sami Khalil]

^^~^^ :)...........

[Frieda P]

I can't leave the review I'd really like to pen....it's too fooking bad the REAL loser won't get to read this one. Some people will stoop lower than pond scum it appears, using tarnished spent alliances to cross the line, how dare they? Loser, without a soul indeed, you know I felt this one in my bones!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda. Some can't see past the crooked nose on their face, but they will get their's in the end.

[Frieda P]

One would hope, Karma seems confused lately...............

[Angel]

How sad is it that this old Beatles song has more meaning for me today than it ever did back when I was another screaming fan, madly in love with George Harrison????

I know how you feel, Jack, I truly do.
Sending you a big hug, and a kiss on the chin....

[Jack...]

On the chin...sheesh. :(

Thanks so much my friend.

[Angel]

Dare I to smooch a bit higher up???

[Jack...]

Now that would be nice. :)

[Angel]

MMMMMM....
:)(: MWAH!!!!!