a Poem for Sunday Muse -- I Don't Wish This on You

 

The Poor Loser 

Better to butt one's head against the wall 

than having a tizzy 'bout a bad call 

After the tizzy you'll be a "Loser" 

and carry that name of defeat for life 

Butting one's head will leave a big headache 

but that is why aspirin and Tylenol 

every day are sold.  Having your hissy 

often leads to the hoosegow or much worse 

Either way your friends will be laughing and 

having a jolly time at your expense 

You'll never live down your mistake or your 

telling name, "Loser, Loser--did it wrong" 

So why don't you take it like a big "boy" 

and cry up your sleeve when you are alone 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - For the prompt photo I am linking with Fireblossom at the Sunday Muse #134 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/11/sunday-muse-134.html?m=1  

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A Poem for Weekly Scribblings # 45 -- Dread Consumed

Carnival Dreams, by Shelle Kennedy

Hearts on Sleeves; 

"Sins of the Fathers"

How can I smile with my heart on my sleeve 

Like a lot it's edging that way 

Already I wear it outside my vest 

A very tough life I have led 

Skeletons from my ancestors closets 

Their dastardly deeds now exposed 

Some of mine as well hanging on the stairs 

Hidden no more, out to be seen 

They're there in plain sight--bug me every day 

Great-Uncle John whipped slaves to death 

Aunt Bess bore fourteen illegitimates  

Grandpa Jones rode with Bonnie's Clyde 

Seems there hardly could be no worse than these 

But that was them, angel I'm not 

Nothing heinous like they buried here 

Indiscretions young often take  

For all my rude transgressions hurtful be 

I've begged forgiveness  and pardon 

Most have given me solace and kindness 

That helps me some but kin remain 

Their mistakes and wicked life I must bear

They're dead and gone but I am here 

Here with their sad reputations to bear 

Their skeletons smell of their sins 

Closer and closer my grieving heart moves 

Reaches my sleeve I'll take no more 

You'll see me no more I have run away 

Joined the carnival lost my mind 

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 - Note to my readers:  THIS IS FICTION.  My crazy muse wouldn't leave me until I hit the "Post" button.  The title could be "Sins of the Fathers".  I'm making it a subtitle now. 

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero for her picture ,  Carnival Dreams, by Shelle Kennedy, for Weekly  Scribblings # 45.  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/weekly-scribblings-45-artistic.html 

 - Magaly's prompt instructions were, "... to write new poetry or prose inspired by one (or all) of the three paintings shared on this link: ‘Beautiful, YOU are’ by Magic Love Crow, ‘Delightful Donkey’ by Gina Morley, and/or ‘Carnival Dreams’ by Shelle Kennedy. For this prompt, your imagination is the limit.  

Delightful Donkey, by Gina Morley

 - The donkey was cute but I chose the Shelle painting.

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