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Cosmic Contest

Contributed by Invierno on Sunday, 15th November 2020 @ 08:49:58 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Ainít no messing with those mother-effin highways, anymore.
Iím sick of all the white lines, and the yellow ones, for sure.
But kickiní in a Lazy Boy, donít sit well with me;
Stayiní here or goiní there, ainít neither way Iím free.

Wish I had a pile of nickels, for every time that could have been,
But all I got/'/s this starvin/'/ wallet, not a single pic of friends.
No smiliní family faces, of course, there ain/'/t no cash,
Just a stitched together carcass, from a life I turned to ash.

I/'/d almost feel sorry for me, but Iím to sorry for that,
well now the cornerís painted, so I know where Iím at.
But even though I fried my life, I see the world/'/s done worse,
If thereís a biggest loser contest, at least I didnít take first.

Copyright © Invierno ... [ 2020-11-15 08:49:58]
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Re: Cosmic Contest (User Rating: 1 )
by Aurelia on Sunday, 15th November 2020 @ 06:38:29 PM AEST
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I can practically hear the twang in the deep voice singing this song. The rhyme scheme is great, natural and not too constrained. Well done, as usual!

Re: Cosmic Contest (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 15th November 2020 @ 11:58:15 PM AEST
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I second Aurie......
Time to get it sung...
Much sad truth in this write.....regrettably...

Re: Cosmic Contest (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Monday, 16th November 2020 @ 01:49:05 AM AEST
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Your sarcasm diffuses angst, and your poem is an excellent outlet for frustration, as it shows us that we deserve to accept ourselves.
You write of healing with a dash of lemon.
Your message will give many permission to value themselves, and for younger persons, the realization that we make our own history.
This is good stuff - not fluff. Worthy of second reads, to trip over the nuances. A courageous self evaluation offered up to all of us, who are our own worst critics. Tied with a bow.

Re: Cosmic Contest (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Tuesday, 17th November 2020 @ 05:16:01 PM AEST
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/'/wallet not a single pic of friends/'/
whoa that hit me deep
I have none in mine too
sadness in this flow
at least you know where you are at.....

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