Best Ante Poems
Nunca antes le daras cavida
Entre manos el oro se hace sal y agua
Mientras una luna de bendiciones
Amanece el ser de maldicion
Quemando los poros de nuestras virtudes
Sera el final en llamas?
Que sera de nuestra proxima generacion de ereditarios
Ante una presencia que restricciones y modelos de destruccion
No es mi forma de ver la agonizacion de mis hermanos
Solo e visto la sangre que derramamos
Ante una bandera como cualquier otra
He visto de muerte a triunfos
No represento ante el mundo
Pero e sabido dar cara al futuro
Con enfermedades y pesadillas
Con orgullo y descaque
No es mi ser el que camina ante la arrogancia ofrecida
Pero aun e dado mis manos al futuro
No es destino el que dejo mis alma
De ser un dios ante un mundo
Menos se de que es vivir con fortuna
Desde joven conozco trabajo, sudor y agonia
Amor muerto ante la duda
Como enterrado ante el destino
Quien sere en un futuro?
Muchas cosas quedan en mi por descubrir
Le pederia a mi propia bandera
Represantame sin sangre y hazme orgulloso
Pero en la ironia que yo debo hacer mi bandera radiante
Quebranto mi deseo ante la duda de poder moverme
No es orgullo en muchos casos
Menos tentacion al fracaso
Tal vez solo pierdo poco de mi ser
Ante mi caida en el pasado
Sin ojos puedo dar de comer
Sin manos doy de mi ser
Sin dios quebranto mi ser
Ante el futuro
Que solo tu y yo tenemos en manos.
Poker table blues.
Hand after hand, a looser.
Ace up dealer's sleeve.
Penny Ante, happy hour
You could play and never go broke
Pennies have no buying power
Your financial risk is a joke
You could play and never go broke
Ante a penny into the pot
Your financial risk is a joke
Impossible to lose a lot
Ante a penny into the pot
Raise the bet a penny or two
Impossible to lose a lot
No matter how bad you may do
Raise the bet a penny or two
Pennies have no buying power
No matter how bad you may do
Penny Ante, happy hour
Submitted by: Charles Sides
For RHONDA & CYNDI'S PENNY PANTOUMS Poetry Contest
"Carmen Ante Domum"
(Song Before Home)
By Rachel Heffington
Home is just over the next green hill
And my journey's last mile before me still--
Home before, and the road behind,
And a balancing moment within my mind...
Home, 'tis so pleasant to know the place
Remembers me still with its homely face.
Home, with her orchards and fields and her lane
Beckoning me with her smiles again.
But the Road, gypsy-mile'd and wild and free,
With echoes and wind-voices calls out to me:
"Remember the paths we have tread, you and I;
The lure of unknown and a clear, open sky!"
Pausing, I stand with the Road at my back,
And stretching before me the dear, homeward track.
A kiss to the journey, a laugh to the wind,
And onward, my heart full of wistfulness send.
MOTHERLY LOVE
Mother oh mother
standing inside the innocent shade
though i couldn't see her face
But i could hear her voice wishing me to come soon
mother ! mother! mother!
i see you glared at your balloon stomach
wishing i could be held in your arms
yet i keep swimming in the mucus
which you prepared inside of you
Mother my mother!!!
the voice of the unborn whispered
your motherly song filled the atmosphere
of your balloon, like an air
that is ready to get bust
High noon coming ... sixty minutes to go
Three angry riders,
twelve hooves on a swift approach
Six six-shooters strapped to the waist
of six angry eyes
Revenge on a five-year slow burn
today ends —
Somebody’s gonna die
A tin star is gon fall from the sky
Just before noon,
the last stagecoach is leaving town
Kicking a wild stallion dust cloud
on the tail of the four wheels,
The throats of the remaining folks
is boa constrictor tightening
Strolling out from the telegraph office
strides the local sheriff
A calvary message sent,
and a preacher message delivered to the people:
Stay calm, remain inside ...
hold onto hope, believe in tarrying miracles
And the tall, stoic sheriff looks up at the church steeple
He knows time is a Roman legion,
a locust swarm coming ... just ante meridiem
High noon arrives,
and the dust cloud subsides
In the middle of the street
stands three hats against one
Legend has it, that the three
drew the first guns
And the last shots fired
were faster than the first ones
Six boots lay dead on the ground,
and one dented tin star stood upright alive
People in the county
pondered the miracle witnessed
that fateful day
Some wondered was it a newfangled weapon
that gave the lawman the edge
Others debated did the high noon light
reflected from the silver steeple
blind the bad men ever so briefly
But all confessed
they witnessed a miracle
just post meridiem
A just after noon
ANTE MERIDIAN
I didn’t have my coffee
I didn’t smoke my cigarette
I don’t face him – I am too bitchy –
so many words in the marriage
they come out like glazed ants
irrational “good morning”
I understand my womanhood
in an amazonian way
an I placate my own voice
in the exertion of waking up
he dances a kiss on my cheek
to peel off the numbness
and dulcifies the leap
from dream to reality
Ante Up For Love
Love is a gamble, the players facing unfavourable odds.
Still you risk that which you can't afford to lose.
Never able to explain or recover the loss.
The cards have been shuffled
and ready to be dealt.
Are you in? Ante up!
Blinking and breathing in secretive silence
Fending off feelings of misapprehension
Trying to function in passive compliance
Ignoring repeatedly twisting of tension
Sitting in darkness with nothing to mention
Blinking ’s a sound of sightless defiance
Waiting for light to blithely appear
Knowing that reason can deal with the fear
In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e
Take without hesitation this crib
Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt
Sprinkle it over my eternal wound as you - ad lib
Watch me burn out in a moment like a thunderbolt!
The crown of this banquet - a jewel
Giving this islander of isolation
A continent of frontiers in a cave of cruel
Boarding and grafting,
Waiting and longing,
I am on the keep as an Egret,
Consumed by the beast that is nibbling from within,
Eating the words in the shadow of regret.
Diving through the burning hellfire
Covered in self-inflicted lacerations of magma
And the beating heart enveloped in wire
Then an impulse in the head...[Snap!] syntagma!
Scream followed by howling
Bloody markings splashed across the wall
Stop the brawl, ante bellum, atoll, at all!
Ante sala de Agosto
Julho
está a findar - À gosto
Que pode mudar
O gosto de agosto.
Faça hoje
que ainda tem tempo.
O tempo
pede conta do tempo.
Não gaste o tempo em passatempo.
Dá-me a tua mão;
Dê a tua mão: Acredite:
Mostre palavras
Fique atenta ao tempo:
Faça agora
Um pouco a mais,
na vida e nos negócios o tempo,
MUDA O PRESENTE
ESCREVE O FUTURO.
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young people taught to believe
that once they learn repetition
they're ready for the out-world
s..t happens: just the universe
it matters not whether a god is
a peculiar determinism matters
of peace, love and of letting go
stan sand
Ante sala do Natal
___
está a findar
? dezembro
que pode mudar seu mundo,
o mundo das pessoas
a sua volta.
Vamos lá, soldar relacionamentos,
abraçar a vida com paixão
vencer desafios com ousadia,
fazer negócios!
Faça hoje
que ainda tem tempo.
too late to ante
I already folded
your bluff is good
with the cards your holding
winner take all
and I pay the price
for sitting at the table