Best Ace Poems
Platinum minstrel
jewel-encrusted gemstone
sculptress, dawn usher
Great solar winds
Agape’s breath
Where souls began
Cosmos's bequeath
First living soul
Then quickened spirit
Life’s son of gold
Mind soon seared it
Minds spent time
Lost from Agape
Became cursed in time
And not love’s copy
Within love’s genre
As solar wind blows
Renewing must be
Love's kingdom glows
The kingdom not swayed
By observation
Love's DNA
Whole convocation
Agape’s copy
Surety of life
Never sloppy
Devours the mind's strife
Life has surety
Carnal will not sway
Ace of purity
Holy DNA!!
3-5-2010
God said, " Baseball between us sounds swell"!
Satan replied, "Your team, just will not, do well"!
"I know Mantle and Ruth play for you
but there ain't a whole lot, they can do
cause the Umpires, are all down here, in Hell"!
Let’s walk you through the Advertising world
Where people are ideating in search of a pearl
They are brainstorming on a client brief you see
Where no head or tail is transparent to be
The client is king for all you know
At times he argues to get his pricing low
His main aim is maximum profit to show
With minimum man power and lots to flow
The art director is busy drawing his thoughts
Looks like he got caught in his mind of little knots
While the copywriter is scribbling down the row
thinking of ideas to blow the directors bow
ops!
The graphics designer is pleading for no more
Coz he is the last man standing holding the show
He changes the designs as per the director’s nose
His mind is blown and wished he could say no
But he is stuck like the yes man holding the door
His creative juices are exhausted like a
Banana which can’t blow
And as the competition rises, the teamwork blows
No one united as individuals vie the show
While time is clicking as the deadline is near
It’s time to go home but wait a new brief has come
and it’s not so clear
Oh hell no!
It’s the weekend coming and I hope it’s not work
Coz we don’t get paid overtime in the field of Advertising lurks
Oh no!!!
He’s
cool,
jack of all trades
master of none,
as he manipulates
women for fun.
He’s
cold,
ice in his veins
and slick lil' snake,
he'll kill ta' steal the deal
real as he's fake
He’s
cruel,
crowned heart breaker
full trophy case,
but most ladies know him as
"Lowly Jack-Ace"
This is RHYME METER~
Winds from the West 'blowin so hard....
Seas for her bows & rails down far....
Stars high aloft hangin' from the yard....
Ace of Diamond drawn as my card....
Porpoise below at four fathoms clear....
Runnin' with trailboards ever so near....
Mako now wandering never with fear....
Thus didst begin another new year....
Shrouds a'gleamin' with St.Elmo's Fire....
Head of the topm'st playin' moonspire....
Now up in the riggin' balanced on the wire....
Emotions all a'tumble creatin' quagmire....
All of the sudden yet unexpected not....
As for certain now Fate had drawn another lot....
Waves begun growin' still hard fought....
Clouds obscure a moon & darken all thought....
Now winds do lessen & so still do they stand....
Now seas abate & take appearance of dry land....
Now high aloft Albatross makes silent stand....
Now 'tis all that remains on a sea of black sand....
Dreams are reality so say the soothsayers....
Minds are naught but the work of most prayers....
Still yet in motion with absence of players....
So comes an end for some us seafarers....
Imagine to imagine imagination as all....
Fancy all 'round ready for the fall....
Devil's own laughter creating the pall....
Daughters of mermaids sought to enthrall....
Winds from the west 'blowin so hard....
Seas for the bows & rails down far.....
Stars high aloft hangin' from the yard....
Ace of Diamond again drawn as my card....
SeaWolf
©
Some say affection is a farce.
I’d surmise a soul who feels as such receives it in sparse parts.
Yet most will one day find themselves in amour.
As the Temptress ordains by coitus sustained, you will remain.
Not out of plight or by oath, but through providence.
For love is the ontological constant, so says the monogamous ominous.
That who created us oxytocin automatons with a volition so insidious, that both our spiritual and biological imperatives became synonymous.
If life were a game, than the deck is 51 cards; bearing one irrational inequivalence that's strikingly obvious.
The Ace of Hearts.
The fiercest and the kindest, as inconceivable as that may seem.
Yet if a boundless arithmetic exist in mathematics, than it will persist; to be the only quantity that realizes it’s infinite significance.
Glide on the wing then bank to the left
Dive with the wind then bank to the right
Soar on the cloud and feel the sky
So many unanswered questions why?
See the enemy's cloud and turn to fight
Picture that love you had in the corner of your eye
Adrenaline surge in the roar of the stride
Pierce the air with steel, give them nowhere to hide
Hear the gnashing teeth under stone white eyes
Strain the body with 'G', feel the tension cry
Dodge and weave, blank out thoughts on life
Fight with all you have in this outnumbered dog fight
Hero you are, hero you will always be
One of the bravest few who saved your country.
Dedication to my first and last love, Lance Ewens, 1979-2006
She's remembering
The day that she fell for him
It was in Autumn
When she first transfixed her eyes
Upon the most gorgeous face
That she'd ever seen
He smiled at her with a charm
That glistened so bright
It melted her heart like snow
They became friends instantly
Their friendship would grow
And thus, blossom into love
They spent every day
With each other mirthfully
Until that last fateful night
A bitter, rough wind
Stole her one true love away
Her heart always breaks
When she holds the ace of hearts
It remains a painful token
Of the love that she once had
Dawn Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn Kilby
I'm senile, demented, a has been, a dud,
At least that's the story, the Republican fad,
Yet little they know in their haste to throw dirt,
That they're helping my cause with their views so absurd.
Each arrow they fly with anger and speed
Is akin to a child that as yet doesn't read,
It has no direction it lands off its mark,
Its aim misaligned, a shot in the dark.
But let them continue, this path suits me fine,
For while they're distracted I follow my line
Of making great changes, passing new laws,
Pushing them through despite the known flaws.
My ace up the sleeve I've yet to pull out,
The one that will make my enemies shout,
Trump’s just my ticket to another 4 years
Flooding Republicans in a torrent of tears.
So let him continue to posture and shout,
Instilling in voters that lingering doubt,
The choice never clearer between him and me
And just like the last time I’ll win out you'll see.
A Great Blue Heron
Like the famous Red Barron
Blasts my Leberon
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
I am here digging a tunnel to nowhere
a spade wearing an heart on its sleeve
a diamond of gems not belong to a club
I am here a star in the sky hard to find
sharing a life with a flailing light
and many bulbs flowering come spring
I am here a win win of nothing to lose
if only a blank stare to master
a hand of poker and a game of yonder
In confidence, at three-card Monte when I'd choose,
A complete mark, I found myself destined to lose.
Pulling rabbits out of hats I was just a twit;
As a rank amateur whose hand always got bit.
Many times, I stacked poker decks to force an Ace
But wound up, predictably, with red on my face.
Underneath shiny tin cups, I shuffled dry peas
But bumbled badly with high regularity.
"Predictable" my friends told me since I was ten
Because I lost so oft, even I said “Amen.”
Asked one time to saw a woman in half and then
To quickly put back her beauteous halves again.
Instead, I swept her up my arms, asking to wed;
Unpredictably, to me it was “yes,” she said.
12/04/2019
The silver king{1} banded with the dark queen{2},
United under the all-powerful one{3}.
Off to war, of armies of four{4},
together with the warrior son{5}.
Battle was fierce, many were slain;
The wounded wound-up in the history books{6}.
The militant{7} family crusaded on,
Striking fear and bringing heavy-hearted looks.
Victory was assured, no doubt to be had.
Until the mighty three{8},
Heads of armies be...
Rose to crush the combative family!
The military may trump the house of royals{9},
the farmhands{10}, and those of trades{11}.
But aces rule high, and the army spread thin{12},
So goes the game of Spades.
1 King of Spades: second highest ranking card in the game of Spades
2 Queen of Spades
3 Ace of Spades: highest trump card
4 The four suits in a deck of cards: Spades=military, Hearts=royals, Diamonds=merchants and traders, Clubs=farmhands and peasants
5 Jack of Spades
6 After each trick in spades, the resulting four cards are collectively known as a book.
7 suit of Spades
8 The aces of Clubs, Diamonds, and Hearts
9suit of Hearts
10 suit of Clubs
11 suit of Diamonds
12 All of the trump cards (the spades) are spread out amongst the four players through the randomness of the shuffle.
He protects the future, from the past .
But u better bring a doctor kwick !
Because that girl is bleeding fast !
Win bad gize attack the past ,
& the prezint and future change ,
Sum one must put things back ,
Like it should be .
But , like In Time- loop cases ,
Everyone 4-gets wut just happend ,
Except 4 ayleins & time travelers .
Hide-ing extra time machines ,
In Aztec pyramids , well! Wair wood u hide them ?
Doug moench story's are allways better with
Paul galaxy art .ths isn,t as grate as
(6-from-Sirius) , but it's way better than
Air boy ! ...