Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

I Just Cant Win

You can give me 
the pen of Emily Dickson or
Langston Hughes but still 
submerged in losing 
languished hues. 

I just cant win,
to the air I never hold my chin, 
with my trophy in the air illuminating my win.
I just can't win, but all this time I watch my 
kin win,is jealousy a sin. I just cant win, I lost
my balance in this poetic race, never able to 
see victorys face,below the bronze metal sulking
in disgrace.

Even if you put me ahead these senior
poets with beat me in their bed. I just can't win 
theirs to many trap doors and rules against my
rookie writing tools. I just cant win even with a 
boost or ultimate poetic springs, under my thinking 
boots. 

You can give me the pen of Emily Dickson or
Langston Hughes, but still submerged in losing 
languished hues.Out shined, I can't seem to grow,
from this seedling stage, because these mountain poets
take my light and the refreshing aqua win, I just can't 
win, I do seem to lose, if you were me I guess you 
would lose your mind,but open up your eyes some
times losing is winning in disguise. 
Without cheers. 
Without prize and
peoples jealous eyes. 

The best victory you can encounter sometimes  
is excepting a loss. This I do often, if my poetry isn't  
number one when the coin is tossed. 
(Sigh) I just can't win or maybe I already have. 
You can give me the pen of Emily Dickson or
Langston Hughes but still submerged in losing 
languished hues. 

           Heads or tails I just can't win.

I Just Can't Win contest
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By:Elliott Bowe

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Robert Johnson May 2, 2012 at 3:52 PM I won today when I read this poem. In my soul, it has a home. I understand the misunderstanding. Watching as others are always grandstanding. Wondering why the praise is so shy. When to other poets they all seem to fly. It's nice though to not have to carry the torch. You take it easy, I'll be here on my porch. :)

Diana-Marie Bombardieri April 27, 2012 at 8:23 PM Elliott, this is a great piece of poetry. Writing is not about winning or losing - it is not a game - it is something we do for ourselves. Doesn't writing make you feel good? Is it not a great feeling to express and then read your own thoughts on paper? Keep writing my friend!! The more we write the better we write:) Who is judging?? I'm not. Fabulous! Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet April 27, 2012 at 8:28 PM Thank you,True indeed, I understand.Although I wrote the poem this way to spin some articulate web. Glad you enjoyed,xoxo