I refuse to lose-
for the sake of the argument I’ll stop when the
conversation goes south into ignorance. I’ll give
the floor to the best point-of-view; if a great
advice is given, my faults will be accepted with
gratitude and humbleness—that is an acquired
taste only a few carry on the tip of their tongues.
I refuse to lose-
and be called a loser; I will fight my battles to the
end, until I’m dead; resting six feet deep in peace,
but to say the least, I simply cannot lose in this life-
time, even though I’ve walked through valleys of
shadows and death—I will prevail, and my soul
will set sail towards my reincarnation of another life;
I’m living my 3rd lifetime of my existence today.
I refuse to lose-
to naïve minds, foolish characters, and conformist
of unspoken rules; not every unspoken rule fits the
heart, and misery I shall accompany no more! If
anyone wants to follow the blind, go right ahead;
I’ll stand back and watch them fall and lose
themselves in their own beliefs. Those to me are
losing casualties!
I refuse to lose-
with every fall I’ve taken, each sin committed; I
always stand up and greet the challenge as
educational, not meaning that with every fall I’ve
learned or gained perspective. I’m a born sinner,
I will sin again, and again…perfection I do not
seek, and spiritually I’m damn if do, damn if I
don’t!
I refuse to lose-
so I choose words wisely, precisely calculated to
share my opinions, ideas, and views with
masterpieces called poems from the SoulCritic-poet;
taken by many as an act…to the doubters, “You’re
acting foolish!” and are refusing to lose to me, when
in reality you lost when the thought flourished in
your mind, and harvest in your heart.
I refuse to lose-
simply because that is an image I don’t carry well or
wear with enthusiasm; you might see frown, yet
smiling inside—and the times I wore my inside out, I
manifested my presence more than the holy ghost;
casting my own demons out, and recreating the
blueprints to my success—you can say my words
are holier than thou…
I refuse to lose-
to any poet behind the microphone on stage sharing
their best; I applaud you!…I have no doubt in my
mind I inspire many to write their best, as I’ve been
inspired by a few fellow poets (few meaning less
than five) to write and share my best poems,
sonnets, and haikus; every so often I surprise the
reader with short stories.
I refuse to lose-
nevertheless I’ve lost more than I’ve won to certain
poets, from them I take notes, and that to me is
refusing to lose, because I create positive words from
negative scores from judges who think poems should
rhyme…missing the reason, unable to read between
the lines and finding the true meaning of the words
spoken—
I refuse to lose, because I was born a winner first.
Loved it. Winning is a
Loved it. Winning is a compromise, where we reach to embrace all of life in it's fullness, and choose to savor and transform the razor's edge into a smooth and succulent trove of heavenly bliss. Kudos, SoulCriticPoet!! ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "