Saturday morning
It's a beautiful day
Walking towards
my favorite hangout
A local arcade
Tons of video games to choose
I find what I like
A action-shoot
I add somes coins in
And off I go
Shooting aliens left and right
Gaining high score
I haven't lost a life yet
My score goes higher
I have a audience
They're all impress
I've reach the final boss
Time to get serious
I'm sweating, I'm focus
I lost a few lives
Only one life left
It's now or never
Boom! I did!
I've beating the game!
Everyone cheers.
I win a coupon
Coupon for a free pizza
Today, is a great day
The alternate reality
Of a penny arcade..
Will it arise that
All realities including
What has been known
As the true one..are all
Alternate spinnings of
Stories which in their
Words and mapping
Seem to claim their
Grasp of imagination...
At the arcade excitement waits
With games galore for everyone
An entire afternoon of fun
Saucy hot dogs and ice cream plates
Some new friendships and fun-filled dates
Lots of fantastic prizes won
at the arcade.
The enjoyment never abates
Like the shooting gallery gun,
Oh, and the hot cinnamon bun
Then, of course, I won paperweights
at the arcade.
Written October 12, 2022
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The flashing lights shine
Like a bright doorway
Shining orange and white and bright colours
Inside are challenges making winners and losers alike,
Driving with cars; shooting with guns, making sparkles and sounds that show how I am the gaming master here!
plain and simple character reflected by scientific effects
fails to pick up from others perspective
on the track of cliché patterns
thoughts of negative formation cease the mind
the ease the mind
love to and fro a piece of wood is a path narrow to pioneers
groups, of imagination drained brains enclosed within 4 walls
the need to escape is greater
sooner of later the work of art will receive its last stroke
whether sapiens joke or not, the plot will succeed
indeed clouds of doubt occasionally corrupt the mind
worried?
not for faith is at aid
the journey an arcade
talent is nothing but a token
for the one who is chosen
dealing with those who's hearts are frozen
a spark in reality will surely get e'm broken
Place your coins in the machine
And watch the puppets dance
Or carousel go 'round and 'round,
The ponies all a'prance.
The fortune teller makes her guess;
The baseball players swat.
The circus comes to life
For just a quarter in the slot.
The old arcade is still alive
On San Francisco pier,
So naturally, we did indulge
As long as we were here.
But I got taken by one game -
The name: "End of the Trail" -
A desert with a skeleton
And wagon, built to scale.
I wondered what my money
In that scene could make occur.
My quarter caused the shreds
Of wagon cloth to slightly stir.
Okay, it was a sucker's bet,
But how it made me grin,
Well worth the change I paid
To one who thought he reeled me in!
It was a different era, a different time
No hills too big for us to climb
We fit into the roles we played
And spent our summers in the penny arcade
The smell of popcorn all buttered up
Soda in a waxed paper cup
Skeet ball cost a nickel a game
Summers will never be the same
We saved the tickets to earn a prize
There was love and laughter in our eyes
We’d pick out of the pond a plastic duck
Chinese handcuffs, just my luck
Pitching pennies at those colored dishes
Closing our eyes and making wishes
Just across the aisle from the candy bars
You could get eight by tens of movie stars
Put our face to the viewer, a nickel we’d pay
Turn the handle and a cartoon would play
Try three shots with a basketball
Pinball machines up against the wall
A Machine that tells you if your love is true
And a shocker to see if you’re a strong man too
I love to think back of the games we played
And of summer days in the Penny Arcade.