The desire to have our poem in the hierarchy
of the covenant first second and third spots
Ultimately, the top five for the month and
To rain Supreme the best poem of the year
A lofty goal all accolades voted by your peers
Achieving success is eupeptic
The shadow of your last win is where
Trepidation begins. Wanting to do it again,
Wanting more When is it enough?
Competition does not germinate commodity
Growing resentment divides in different ways
It starts off innocent yet bubbles festering inside
A little friendly competition never hurt anyone
But Do you give sparkles to your opponents?
Knowing that would put them ahead of you?
It’s different if you don’t have steak in the game
However, you must CHOOSE who to help WIN
It hurts Watching some of your best work
Crash and Burn near the bottom of the board
head held high chipped OFF my shoulder
Start again, I don’t write for the masses or do I
Dichotomy My fellow poets, I call friends
Green with envy licking wounds.mind turning
It sticks in my craw Who and Why do I write
Second-guessing my ability as a poet is hard
I know I’m not the only one that feels this way
Knocks me down a peg or two arrogant pride
Wild ride Difficult to accept Bruised EGO in tact
I eat humble pie why do I put myself through it?
It’s principles I write subjects that are taboo
Perhaps rather harsh if you really knew
When you’re reading it,it’s also reading you
I have a conviction Certain poems had to be said
Comment “you’re very brave saying it out loud”
I never gave any thought I just wrote it.
Sentiment out in the open, my Guff no longer full
First, I have to set my priorities in order
The strategy of winning a work of art
This poem is a Sestina
(6) six line stanzas 36 lines
Plus a three line envoy
Total poem 39 lines
Footnotes
In College the use of idioms Faux paws were not acceptable poetry and look upon as bad form.
However these seem so apropos I couldn’t resist the little twist to make a point. Since we believe in anything goes, I decided to break the rule.