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Circle the Wagons

Circle the wagons,
We must protect our love,
Arrows and spears
Let them fly above
No one will take me away
No one will make my last day

I have too much to lose
Since loving you
I'll fight against all odds
And do what I must do

Shoot your rifles,
Unlease your arrow
When this day is over
No way can you harrow

My love concrete
My nerves of steel
I'll beat you all
And you'll feel

My fist of rage
My refusal to give way
And you can return with more soldiers
Another day
I'll tear your hearts out,
Spit on your grave
And I'm not claiming
To be so brave

But hurt my love,
And all bets are off
I'll throttle your neck
I'll seal your fate
And show you the
True face of hate.




Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008


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Cliche Heaven

Cliche Heaven

Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
    and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
   as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
   while stepping  up to the plate and  peeling back the onion
 and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.

Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change  
  but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
  and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents,  if it works  I'll go off the beaten path
    driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
     and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.

That said,  don’t  put me out to pasture,  wait for it,  
  there’s no sign of my slowing down,  its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
   It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t  force my hand to be up close and personal
  I’m a rebel without a cause and  to die for.
   Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
    There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.

Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,  
  it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.  
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
 same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel 
 and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
 Heaven help us, 
I believe there's an app for that.



Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016


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Haiku: Miss Behaved - Double Trouble

miss behaved like miss
thus proving all bets are off
butterfly effect

still with God's blessing
there will be catnip handy
for some lucky guy

Brian Johnston
August 23, 2015


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015


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Haiku: Miss Behaved

miss behaved like miss
thus proving all bets are off
butterfly effect


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015


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Bales and Bushels

It's our social spectrum,
Polar opposites,
A moral conundrum,
Named Charlotte,
Our eyes locked across the sea,
Sealed behind iron eyelids,
An investor's security,
The upstarts outbid,
All bets are off,
The crack of our whips,
A duelist's standoff,
Agony on your lips,
Pushed into an animalistic frenzy,
My fists won the day with their negotiating,
A bargain for your safety,
At the cost of my sanity
"Our bond's too treacherous for society",
Wordlessly you agree,
"We'll find shelter at my home come quickly!"
You shudder at what you see,
"I'm sure you'll love it here, don't mind the bodies",
You tremble in your chains,
"I sought to free those women as well, tis a shame our love waned",
With clinking heels you attempt to flee,
"Stop that women don't make me hurt you!"
His breath upon your face,
"We'll be as one right now with the stars as our chapel and our priest the moon",
A night of torment and pain,
"I've consumed the fruits of Eve",
A genetic future ingrained,
"Now we're bound in sin my darling",
Your internal cacophony of screams escape as grim laughter,
"Yes master".


Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2015


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1 point 2 million dollars

$1.2 million

the british empire couldn’t do it
the soviet union couldn’t do it &
now the great big policeman of the world
is ready to finally
retreat with their tail wagging between their legs
all the way home
with the tax payers bleeding
from inside the domestic walls
paying over a million dollars a year
for each soldier in Afghanistan.

imagine if that 1.2 million spent on one US soldier
could be used to propel one homeless individual
or one single mother
or one recovering addict in this country
out of their dire straits---
imagine how it could have changed their lives for the
better---
imagine how our dying public education system
could have profited
from just 1.2 million,
not to mention the lot of all those soldiers
who have been fighting a “war”
that they know can’t be won.

as mr. hope & change is no doubt lying &
his puppet, mr. panetta is speaking about the magic number
2013, as an election stepping stone for his commander in chief,
the fact remains that “enduring presence” is going to stretch well into
2014 & possibly longer,
given that once mr. hope & change is back in the saddle, 
all bets are off (as if they were ever on).

1,735 american soldiers dead so far…
that’s 1,735 families who have sacrificed their kids 
for the war machine &
1,735 american soldiers, means 2 billion dollars that could have been spent
on keeping americans at home alive,
rather than casting them out of their homes,
stealing away their jobs &
giving their children a shitty education.



Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2012


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Street Justice Pain

Guess you haven't heard
you're yesterday's news...all bets are off
and it's not even yesterday yet.....

Thought you had it all figured out
had your finger on the trigger to shoot it out
runnin' your mouth like you got game
paradin' the same block...glockin your name
what a shame...what a lame excuse
your abuse of the life you choose
slingin' bling blingin'
in the big house they're singin',your song
which belongs to your active death dealin'
a sad escape from scrapes of a past
you had to know,this show would'nt last
last stand it was CUZ
memory of what was
heat on mean street...your fame still a buzz
as FAM call your name
your enemies still acclaim
fitting response to a game being played
players in action...no concept of traction
flow to the gold,their mark and caption...

Now just a photograph...a telling story
street version memory,a different folk loring....

(we're losing way too many young people
 in the war on our streets at home....)



Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007


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A Tribute To Snatch

A caravan for a Turkish
not a tommy gun
you took the jam out of my doughnut
periwinkle blue
a desert eagle is not a replica nor a diamond
sweet enough without the sugar
that my son is why we're here
I think it's you who should behave
bollocks
all bets are off


Copyright © Ben Brennan | Year Posted 2008


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loyalty

without 
it
love cannot stand, 
friendship holds no ground,
the world is full of liars,
everyone is an enemy,
violence will win out,
strength is an irrelevant concept &
all bets are off.



Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2012


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No bets

 Here in my quiet corner
Jesus culture seeps out of the phone at my left
The day isn’t young
The late pink of December’s evening gently informs me that evening is here

I think and rage,
I read and boil
How dare they?
I have known only one Way
I have ever judged by only one standard, supreme above others

Truth is:
I realize that I share like thoughts
As the fictional Kofo Ebaje
And the very much real Moses
Because I need to separate fact from its significant other

Things we learn in ecclesia
Do they really count as fact?
Or are we held at the mercy of a spinning yarn?
Are they just stories to soothe the heart?
To hype the mind?

In heart’s deep
Bubbles up from that chasm
The more sinister proposition of
The eternal joke like Saeid of Cairo
‘Tis a frightful and pitiful thing, such thoughts

However, I hold to the Way and I’ll see it to end
Saving the rest for the next not-following period
Something like the forever gamble
But some part of me says: all bets are off
While the other says: No bets


Copyright © Theophilus Ekpa | Year Posted 2016


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Gazing to Water

Beneath the scratches
spanning this page,
random thoughts
have been paved


I have no substance
in the world at large,
but this beat of life
regroups to charge


From battle songs
to old lang syne,
until death does turn
the page of time


The industrial world
means nothing to me,
its the ones who love
I trust to set sight free


If I cling to a breath
that a burn cant free,
I’ll look to the water
for the release I seek


All through life
in times of need,
no call of help
was ignored by creed


Following your trail
through the paths of hell,
I’ll spit into the depths
of the devils well


Somewhere I read
that the pain we feel,
is the mirror of joy
no love can conceal


On the racetrack of life
I ride in my mind,
flashing past memory
I ache into the devine


Past the horrors and pain
I dont close my eyes,
as the panavision carved
it serratured my spine 


In the beauty and rapture
of the purest peace,
all the pain is forgotton
and I find my release


Acceptance of fate
was a bargain I struck
But all bets are off 
and I've run out of luck


Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2009


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under the knife

and suddenly all bets are off---
wondering how it all summed up itself in such a way
as if the body would last forever, as if this thing that exists
to cart your sorry *** around 
would stand tall & unique amidst the wreckage of 
“civilization”--- 
now completely vulnerable & in the hands of people
you’ve never met, your pride gets thrown to the wayside &
whatever you were before you laid down on the bed
(or were lifted upon because you had no strength to do it yourself)
seems rather irrelevant now.

like a wo/man stranded with no money in a country of which the 
language & the culture they do not share
you walk through your experience trying to clench onto every moment
where every action is determined by others in a kind of language that
you are not familiar with
where the technicalities mean everything & behind the blue masks
they say things with their eyes often
as throw you off of the serious nature which comes with 
every move.

the present is more present than it ever has been before &
what seems most important really is not as scary as it had been 
only minutes before---
no matter the amount of money that society says you will
pay for the rest of your life
as a result of getting sick, of feeling pain, of ending up on this bed
amidst the gaze of strangers, 
one fact that remains certain,
that if you were not on that bed waiting for the anesthesia & then the
slicing,
you would not be waiting for anything.

this procedure will prolong the inevitable &
it will place you in a group with others whose perspective
may or may not have changed as a result---
if anything, you know now more than you ever did 
that it all ends up as nothing &
you are worked on like a car in a shop
so that your mere existence can implement some kind of
domino effect in the reality that comes after you cease
when all your experiences topple onto someone, something, somewhere 
else,
each meaningless in its own way,
each struggling to stay afloat, to breathe,
to find another reason to laugh.


Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2012


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Give Back From the Heart

All bets are off
So tired of playing foolish games
You think you've won but
Then it always ends the same
At first you're on top
You know you've evened up the score
Then lose it all
You've nothing left, there is no more
Yet then the Dealer say's He'll give another shot
He asks for little, just that you give back from the heart
It sounds so easy so you say, so deal me in
It's worth it all,God sees the good and not the sin


Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012


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IN VIEW OF THE MIRROR

Muted solitary moments run for days,
as the air of discontent begins to scoff
we vent in a wordless empty praise
pretending, telling the truth to back off;
in view of the mirror all bets are off.

August 15, 2017


Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2017


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He'll Deal You In

All bets are off
So tired of playing foolish games
You think you’ve won but
Then it always ends the same
First you’re on top
You know you’ve evened up the score
Then lose it all
You’ve nothing left, there is no more
Yet then the Dealer says He’ll give another shot
He ask for little, just that you give back from the heart
It sounds so easy, so you say so deal me in
It’s worth it all, God sees the good and not the sin


Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2011


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My Heart Pulsates In My Chest

My heart pulsates in my chest
When you come around
All bets are off
I lay my cards on the table
As you shuffle the deck
And I tremble to think
That you actually know me 
Yet still stay by my side


Copyright © Ashley Daly | Year Posted 2005


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UNPURPOSED

                                            UNPURPOSED

IS A DREAM THAT I HAVE 
IT TAKES A PLACE IN A BEAUTIFUL, MAGICAL WORLD
WHERE PASSION FLOWS 
THERE WHERE LOGIC CEASES
WHERE ODDS CHANGE TABLES 
WHERE THERE ARE NO BOUNDARIES OF INFINITE FINITIES
WHERE THE BETTER CHOICE IS NOT ALWAYS BETTER 
WHERE EXPECTED AND UNEXPECTED MEAN NOTHING
WHERE PROPERIEITY IS IMPROPER
WHERE TRYING IS A BURDEN

WHERE WHAT IS INSIDE YOURSELF A GIFT AND NOT AN ABERRATION
WHERE WE SAY NO TO WHAT WE WANT TO SAY NO TO
WHERE WE SAY YES TO EVERYTHING THAT SCREAMED YES FOR US
WHERE BEING GIDDY IS SECOND NATURE AND BEING NOT A CRIME
WHERE REASON IS ABANDONED AND NOT ADORNED
WHERE NAYSAYERS ARE NOT AND WILL NEVER BE
WHERE PRESTIGE IS BLASPHEMY


WHERE I THRIVE
WHERE I CAN BE WHOEVER I WANT TO BE
WHERE I DON’T TRY TILL DEATH DO ME APART FROM WHAT IS PROPER
WHERE I AM UNBOUNDED, I FLY ANYWHERE I WILL TO
WHERE I STRIVE TO GET WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED
WHERE I GET WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED
WHERE ALL BETS ARE OFF AND I AM FREE





Copyright © Deepanshi Garg | Year Posted 2017


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muse bait

muse bait bent hook lapping tongues water bowls grief hug me tighter noose why leaves questioning who never knew who to ask what went the wrong way lost where is still asking how 7 ate 9 when left blood marks on her panties how ranting panting panthers oh all love me cancers fish bones in applesauce was never on learning to get off got off at excess none to offer me lacking is hypothetically sunshiny day all bets are off as the cobwebs are walked woman sang along while men gawked underestimated the size of the fish kisses best wishes always to late changing muse bait ?


Copyright © pipping stars | Year Posted 2017


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Sex of my preferred child

If I was ever to be blessed 
With the gift of an only child
And I was given the option 
To choose the sex also too
I would choose to have a baby girl

I know a Father is supposed to want a boy
A son to carry on the family name
But given a choice I would prefer a girl

My sister was blessed with 3 daughters 
I have 3 beautiful nieces 
So you think I would want a boy
To play and do thing's with 

But who is to say a daughter wouldn't like football 
Or the thing's I love as much as a boy would 

And no Father gets the privilege of giving his son away
Or can be touched by the joy and pain
Of a daughter giving birth like his wife did 

Mother's son
But Daddy's little girl

And girls don't stray to far from home
If they come from a loving Mother and Father
As they want there children to know the same 
Love from whence they came

And call upon them for babysitting 
Because as much as a child feels love
It pales into comparison seeing Mum and Dad
Looking after there Grandchildren 

Wondering why they love them more than they did you ?

And the simple reason must be this

They get to give them back to you
And think they love you and want nothing back
Apart from the odd biscuit and play toy

And boy's need entertaing 
Where as girl's are far less anoying

The only down side I can see
Is if when said daughter 
Becomes old enough to find boy's 
Boyfriend material 

Then all bets are off
They better all sod off
Until she is way above the age of 33

Or she meets a suitor on which we both agree
And I don't want to kill
But for now ill dream of her becoming a Nun
With the only means of having a child is via a sperm donnor

Im sorry but no father worth his salt
Could ever stomach the though of there daughter taking part
In were children come from
That is the only reason I would want a boy

Because when a boy brings a girl home
His father thinks that's my boy
Well done son you are your fathers son

But when a daughter starts courting
And brings a boyfriend home
The 1st thing that comes to mind
Is where is a good place to hide a body 

If you hurt or touch my daughter
I am proficient in all manners of the art of torture 
If you wish to remain alive
Better have her home by 5

Remember I am a boy and was once young too
So picture me if you hormones start raging
And your hands or mind start a wondering
I know where you live
And as a father
When it comes to my daughter 
I do not poses the capacity to forgive neither forget









Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018