Double Jeopardy

Neville

Double Jeopardy

 

When you finish beating me

Why not relax and

Allow me to take over

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2019 01:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: brevity with a kidney punch thrown in.... 7 5 7 senryu form
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32
  • User favorite of this poem: dusk arising.
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Comments10

  • Goldfinch60

    Such truth in those words Neville.

    • Neville

      Bless ya GF60 my friend...

    • orchidee

      What's going on there? Will I swoon? Probably?!

      • Neville

        nah.. ya gonna be knocked out..

        • orchidee

          Erm, you obviously mean - beating you at chess, or some other game. I can't think what else it could mean! (heehee).

        • Michael Edwards

          Oh what a great write - it had me smiling and yet there is an underlying here - not sure what it is but it's there.

          • Neville

            cheers Michael..

          • Fay Slimm.

            An ouch of a Sen. my friend....... am feeling the force of your interpretive punch. Clever indeed is your play on words.................. Fay

            • Neville

              Mighty big thanks our Fay...

              • Fay Slimm.

                My absolute pleasure our Nev........................

              • Clara

                Oh wow. This says so much in such few words.... I read it as following a physical beating, that person will take over with an emotional beating against themselves... As if blaming themselves...

                Thank you for sharing this one. Definitely stayed awhile to ponder.

                CLARA X

                • Neville

                  I am delighted that you have paid these words a visit.. and there is much credit due to your powers of observation..

                • kevin browne

                  There, too, brings about the subject of not being able to punch and fight back. Uncertaintly is the fear in your poem here. Yes, most people would fight back after being degraded down on the floor, These inflictions of physical damage changes the outlook upon ones own life and the strength to control it through either the physical or the mental ability to control it. When blood is spilt then the suffering begins. For few such lines to read, yet they reveal a thousand words. Powerfully done, my friendd...

                  • Neville

                    Bless you Kevin have a great Sunday my friend...

                    • kevin browne

                      You, too, Neville...

                    • dusk arising

                      Ha ha ha ha now this really made me laugh. So many people came to mind.

                      Thank you.

                      On re-reading decided this should be in my favourites.

                      • Neville

                        Cheers DA.. yes, I know a few who might fit the bill.. in fact, I imagine most will know at least a couple.... and thanks, you honour me my friend..

                      • orchidee

                        I got me armour on, in case anyone takes a swing at me. Ya know - at church, as I said! (You'll know what I'm on about).

                        • Neville

                          I remember..... just keep ducking and make like a draught excluder or summat...

                          • orchidee

                            It's vicious ya know - the W.I. and such places - scary!

                          • Fay Slimm.

                            Returned for a second helping of this punchy 7-5 -7 and still find it bloomin tres bon............................ x

                            • Neville


                              Merci mon petit pois...

                            • SerenWise

                              True indeed

                              • Neville

                                thanks SerenWise..



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