Best Dealer Poems
Her one kidney was damage
The money for her treatment -
She could not manage!
He buys and sells all,
but says no to Satan 'cause
his soul is nailed down.
Boy those wheeler dealers sure work hard
just look at Ed slaving away sorting things.
First he sorts out the electrics and switches
then he turns his attention to the mechanics.
Strips out the callipers and replaces them
a new exhaust is also on the cards.
Back breaking work as he takes off bright work
and then sands it down ready for re-spray.
Off to the paint booth where its masked up,
now first a stabiliser to stop leakage.
Two coats of primer, now finally the colour
a gorgeous chocolate that really pops.
The last job is to change the wheels
back to Porsche originals chocolate coated.
Down to the track where she revs and revs
then like a race horse our Porsche flies.
Mike is well impressed at Ed's hard work
wow it is an eye stopper he cries.
A new owner to be found who will love it
Mike works his charms and so has a sale.
Yet another classic saved from the scrap heap
Our 928 Porsche is restored like new.
With a growl it eats up the roads
putting a smile on her owner's face
written 12/04/2015
contest PD and Skat's For Women Only
There’s a wanna-be boxer named Whitney,
Who deals blackjack in Atlantic City.
I said with a straight face,
“That you’ll never win, ace.”
And then foolishly told him to hit me.
Antics dealer
I dealt in antiques as well as antics
Once chased a sterling ‘bronze’, very unique
It stood its ground and just blushed
Till, by and by, I felt bushed
And chastised, quit things risqué and of risk.
03 jun 12
2: You are sad: admit it
Failure can’t break you.
You set the pace for the new deal
And giggled at the tired choice dealer.
Over paid and under appreciated--we negotiate
But not for the caring-
But for the price
The price of the first failure was too outrageous.
The chorus, a cacophony,
as gulls exploded
from the mudflats, on the estuary,
sleet, brain-numbing,
pelted a grey curtain;
with hands thrust deep, pocket jammed,
I felt like Richard Burton,
selling his soul to Hollywood,
not quite the same, though,
when all I sell is death
in Deadwood.
Here come my gulls, scavengers,
teenage patrons ever eager
as bad news messengers,
heads, sloth riddled beneath
baseball caps reversed,
their words, a streetwise patois
fluffed and stammered
badly rehearsed
but I always sense the gist.
There’s no excuse for me,
sedating kids,
passing bags of snow,
blank eyes fixed on the sea;
for all my delusions
cliché’s of market forces
customers, supply and demand
their snorting horses
once were wooden and rocked
not so long ago.
Within me deep
I know what I am,
no, I have no grand illusions,
I know I’m not the man,
not the myth from songs by
The Stones or the Underground,
just a bigger gull feeding
on the little gulls.
I’m no pharmaceutical saviour
in this seaside slum;
the man? I’m not a man
I’m just
scum.
a cut-throat dealer voices
an horde of sweet lying words
that perform fraudulence than ten evil kings
Form:
I sell coke but I smoke the dope and when I sit alone im playing on my phone
The words I say make me feel brave sitting in lyrics that I know u cannot stray
For one way I feel like im turning into the under
Sittin n drinkin with a temper like thunder
One day I sat here n I did begin to wonder
Some might say I made a big blunder
It tis the ways in which we act in the fact that we all intact we state we love and pray for really we survive another day
Out with bad in with the new never knew it was all about you
Wanna live my life n live my life free sittin smoking dope n dreamin a life for me
We could be like a country lay there all frumpy not be grumpy but you got me n I got you together in love all love n more there be due
(I know its different but I like to try different things and RAP is a form of poetry I feel)
Form:
Dangerously cunning,
dressed to kill, she plans his
downfall, relying on
debilitating strength.
Driven by greed she acts:
Deft hand of betrayal
dealt by a femme fatal.
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Contest: Pleiades - D
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 3rd
© 29th August 2016
She’s the neighborhood dope dealer,
always dressing good
Wearing her bling-bling ...
and her 9-mil Five-O squealer killer
She runs with the night dirty boys,
she’s a death dealer
Vampire priestess soul stealer
In her thigh V-cut Cleopatra dress,
black Grim Reaper brim lowered ...
Always got a couple of boy and girl packs
stuffed in the bra of her breast
Ready to call her favorite re-up number
She gets pissy, power drunk mad,
cups up with her trusted strapped crew
If you ain’t got her money,
then she suggests
you do what cha’ gotta do
To make square the deal
you’re folded into
She don’t care one way or the other:
Sell out your mama, your daddy ...
your sister or your brother
Pimp your woman or man ...
son or daughter, whose ever your best friend
It don’t matter to the death dealer
Don’t pentagram circle the pact,
then try to shortchange her with a weak excuse why —
she gon cut cap blast you in the back
Making out all friendly
when she bullet knife you with a sneak attack
The last image you gon see
is a tattooed feline dressed in funeral black,
should you turn empty on your promise
Death dealer gon deal some pain to you,
dead or alive
Death dealer got the premo brain killer too,
should your heart survive
Death dealer says
she like the lucky ones ...
Asking ever so sexy deadly:
do you need a black widow wife?
It used to be just for fun
Things got carried away, undone
I became what I thought I could never be
It is me
Now I'm the dealer
I talk to you with a smile
But we both know, we are vile
You're looking to get set
I'm putting you more in debt
You smoke, you enjoy
Like it's a new toy
Will I take inventory
I own this quarry
You're trapped buddy
You sold your soul, now your bloody
I have it all for you
Joints, powder, needles, whatever you want to do
It comes with a price
So think twice
Silly, you don't see
You gave your life to me
the cards in my hand,the lights everywhere camera's
in my eyes.
flashing lights everywhere,nervous inside don't know
what to do.
concentrate,concentrate.stay on task.
look at the dealer straight in the eye,don't let up
the dealer hits,is it an ace is it a deuce is a king a queen
a jack
in my hand i have one of those cards.
guess which one,is it a deuce no, is it a jack no,is it a queen,
or is it king.
the 2 hit arrives.thinking nervously,trying to stay calm.
i hit 1 more,no and 3 time...and the river reviles.king
so what in my hand
guess what,a king and a ace
Testimonials, rightly named
test if money knows no shame
Sell my soul by the gram
empty on the inside
surrounded by ghosts
careful of my step
I walk on eggshells
around puddles of pain
suffocated by clouds of angst
in fear of tomorrow
and the consequence
today may bring
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