Jealousy's fangs curl up inside me
or maybe it's appendicitis.
Is there a potion to cure what ails me?
I don't want a case of peritonitis.
I feel my mind become diseased
and sorrow is getting rooted.
I don't want the jealousy to infect
my heart and make it all polluted.
Pluck it out, doctor, however you can.
Don't botch the operation.
Minister to my mind with care.
You'll be proud of your creation.
Hold the trembling lump of jealousy
in your rubber glove.
Although it's no earthly use to me,
please handle it with love.
Hoover it up and throw it out.
It's gone, it's gone and really nowt.
It always was, not worth the fuss.
A contest entry
- Jealousy has a capital J by cazzy71.
415 points, ended June 20, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know what you think of this.
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a good piece of poetry, maybe it was just a piece of cheese that was lingering in the night, chewing the stomach
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I do think it can affect the digestion but that might lead to a messier operation. Thank you for your comments.
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Not worth the fuss is right and all it takes is some action on your own part to excise it, I've found. From something as simple as going for a walk, changing gears somehow and getting away from the source of irritation to publishing an article to right the wrong.
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Yes, a distraction of some kind often is effective. Then, you sometimes find that what you were brooding about was kind of ridiculous, and a surprising resolution can arrive to remind you not to brood. By "you", I mean "I" of course.
Thanks for your comments.
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wonderful write dear poet with hint of humor ...an excellent read dear poet
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thankyou for your entry
A worthy entry,thank you.TREMBLING LUMP OF JEALOUSY is powerful line.like the lay out.Well done.
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