Best Gambles Poems
When sultry ripples take a hold
Replacing naive dreams
And fantasy becomes so bold
Seductive in its schemes
It moves into her mundane life
And tempts her with such skill
That she would follow anywhere
Against her weakened will
On soaring moonbeams she does fly
She mingles with the stars
And cushioned clouds become her bed
Seduction holds no bars
Loved and wooed by many
She wows the globe’s elite
Life is just a game for her
A playground at her feet
Sips champagne under starry skies
She dines with kings in Greece
Moves like Bardot in Monte Carlo
Goes au naturale` in Nice
But true love does elude her
Wrong choices to defeat
Gambles sometimes take a turn
Taste bitter from the sweet
Evening shadows enter
Before darkness takes its toll
And Paradise was just a lie
When naïve dreams did fall
Categories:
gambles, desire, feelings, lust, paradise,
Form:
Verse
Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.
THE GANGSTER
Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem in a gloomy stream
The gangster with a poetic heart dares to dream
A living testimony to deviates and lost souls.
Where seedy worth defines unsavoury roles.
Perceiving her as a quintessence work of art
Fantasising a new start could transform his path
But his formidable foe of unbeatable might
Silently rejects him from her soulless sight
Scheming secrets spill, in the ruthless thrill,
While Angels weep for innocents who sleep
Nearer to his mark, prey to her game
Shame, oh shame! Like a moth to the flame.
Though only murder glows in her beauteous glance
The man gambles chance at a shot at romance
The bar reeks of treachery and strife
Trust is sporadic in a gangster’s life
Romantic interchange in hidden codes
Not charmed by romance, a single shot explodes
In this world of corrupt nights, where the energy dips
Between Jack Daniels sips, those sensuous red lips
The Reaper is the dealer; Destiny seals
Every gangster bends to the very last deal
An Art film
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Maria Williams©2024
Categories:
gambles, art, conflict, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
The man is from Bronx, but plays in Manhattan
Owns an old Chevy, but he drives like a Mercedes
Sleeps in Quality Inn, but dreams in Ritz-Carlton
Watch him flip his hair and float on thin air
Jazz of the night, he's song of the dawn
And in his every bounce blazes fire of romance
He's the joy of summer in cool rain showers
And exuberance of purple hydrangea flowers
That's how he gambles and wins big in poker
When daunting is life's hour, he does not cower
Nothing is something and something is much more
Despair's just a passing breeze, hope is forever
A dreamer, he meets her, falls madly in love
When for his Aston Martin, she bids a Ferrari
Raising stake, all in he goes, vowing: "I love you"
When, "me too" she says for she's a swagger too
August 31, 2019
Swagger poetry contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
gambles, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Lurking just beneath the surface
I bubble up when you most need me
You'd love to think I'm worthless
Then you're glad there's what to feed me
I assume the shape of motivation
When you need to be ambitious
Though I can make you shake all over
Thanks to me, you realize your wishes
Without me you'd never make it
Through life's thorns and brambles
I'm there to push you when you need
To take big risks and gambles
Please welcome me when I appear
Perhaps by now it's crystal-clear
~ My name is fear
Categories:
gambles, fear, friend, life,
Form:
Personification
The Yellow King
Flies at night
Never looking down
His gift is the moon
Buttery like a cue ball
He follows it round and round
Takes a bite of the evening night
A crumbling journey to the ground
That follows the stars and uses Mars
As a triangle to the earth
The Yellow King is not of this world
Yet gambles with our lives
For he is just a satellite
Revolving around our lives
And when his cycle ends
He falls to the ground
But the cycle begins anew
And he will rule the night
For his life is death
And death is life
That's why he circles the moon
For he is the Yellow King
The King of the night.
Categories:
gambles, beauty, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Card playin' around in Reno,
Bettin' all day long,
With good ol' gamblin' fever,
What everyone's gamblin' on,
Get it up, get it down,
Get it on, every round,
With good ol' gamblin' fever,
Everyone's gettin' down,
You know who has the fever,
When playin' gets bettin' strong,
Sometimes being too eager,
Can have ya bettin' wrong,
Get it up, get it down,
Back on off, 'til next round,
With good ol' gamblin' fever,
It's good to be bettin' sound,
Card playin' around in Reno,
Gamblin' all day long,
With good ol' gamblin' fever,
What everyone gambles on.
Categories:
gambles, song-lyricday,
Form:
Rhyme
(Dedication: For Ann)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Take things easy with mahjong game,
Watch with sure gaze discards that tell;
Thought strategy works the sly frame,
Let poise forge maze as moves work well.
Each card you stack can fit the groove,
Note how blocks spread in clusters here;
Align sure knack with steady moves,
Each move is read in mental spheres.
From East to West, the game goes round,
The dragon trail and winds that blow;
Cards that work fest on solid grounds,
Smooth numbers sail in sets that show.
Chinese word craft calligraphy,
Marbles that stray, bamboo needles;
Hurl thrill and blast as mindset frees,
The seasons stay power struggles.
Round the table, each player treks
Each counter move with cards at hand;
Spread the sparkle in winning deck,
Windfall now proves a lucky trend.
Four seasons swirl in circle trip,
The winds of change weave tidal range;
Feel blocks unfurl a winning grip,
Luck works things strange in web of change.
So here we go round the four winds,
The moments cast an active spin;
Moves lost and found from thoughts unseen,
Counter moves last to bring home grins.
Mahjong table chat can reveal lots,
So much at stake to zero in;
Share bits of fat as gossip slots,
Force choice in takes that hustle win.
And at the end, count our winnings,
Compile and see how each did fare;
Did crafty blend reap fine endings,
Or purse empty of small change take.
Let fancy style mahjong tiles here,
Mix and mingle acrylic blocks;
Just for a while buzz gambles dear,
Cash now sprinkles pleasant fond talk.
Leon Enriquez
27 June 2015
Singapore
Categories:
gambles, blessing,
Form:
Quatrain
Old Man Biden
Dat old Joe Biden
He must know somethin
But seems like nothin
But he keeps rollin
He Keeps on rollin along
Old man Biden
dat old man Biden
While country’s slidin
He stays in hidin
He keeps on stumbling
He keeps on bumbling along
His best advice is
To find a crisis
Like climate change or
Some ‘viralitis’
With this malarkey
Then his autarchy goes on
You may work hard
With sweat and strain
Then make a little money
And you get the blame
But stay at home
In feckless glee
Or walk across the border
Get it all for free
When he starts speakin
Your brain starts freakin
Mind in absentia
Could it be dementia
We took our gambles
Now he just rambles along
Be he impeached
Or he be beseeched
To vacate his space
Look what takes his place!
So let old gone Joe
Let Old Sleepy Joe
Just keep on rollin along
Categories:
gambles, allusion, political,
Form:
Ballad
So burdened by a crushing silence more weightier than words
born from likened mirrored thoughts
These reflections shown in slackened hunches
They come to bear such cruelty
Carried with this certainty , seen darkly down and dragging
in the fell of fallen shoulders
Which question in their ways of inner fearing fractured feelings
Things best left or right unspoken
For answers to them may they be or not a gambles die
cast in chance of truths best left unseen
Toys for such capricious ways of wanting at a leisure
that seems torturing to say the least
When words of praise and tribute laid down thoughtfully
so willingly
Yet none return to me
Categories:
gambles, absence, feelings, how i
Form:
Narrative
My Dark Past/My Dark Secret/ can’t gain any movement stuck in the same positions where I been standing for the past five year I can’t succeed higher elevations. I have been lost for a person who I was passionate about. But completely ended when I committed A Love Crime Now I am away can’t sleep no flex fuel to keep me awake / now drive past my pain smile at my tears laugh at my troubles/I am still standing I can feel my feet and I can still hear the wind blow/I don’t have compass to direct me to right corridor/ I have been knock off this course for too long/ Even A GPS system can’t redirect me/ Now expressions on your face confuse me while I take a shot of Hennessy/ My life has been whole bunch of gambles and not enough great decisions
Categories:
gambles, conflict, dark, growth, hate,
Form:
Narrative
In my adolescence, a time so free,
Fun and daring were my decree,
Feelings strong, enchantment profound,
Charmed by love's presence, spellbound.
With peers, we laughed and played,
Unconcerned about right or wrong,
In our minds, fantasies laid,
Youthful dreams, we danced along.
My youthful years, a thrilling ride,
Desires allure, passions untamed,
Indulgence took its toll, on my pride,
Playing with fire, we were inflamed.
Foolish gambles, we dared to take,
Chasing pleasure, reaching for the sun,
Yet like bubbles, our world would break,
Shameful acts, regrets, what we've done.
Now awake from that foolish phase,
Too much fun can be a lure,
An instrument of Satan's ways,
Tainting hearts, impure allure.
For we sought happiness in mirth,
Ignoring counsel from the wise,
Now we bear the pain, the dearth,
Of those who scorned the elders' advice.
Categories:
gambles, fun, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Nookie
Bookie
Cookie
Shnookie
Staring
Daring
Her smile
Beguile
She winked
I blinked
Staring
Erring
Undressed
I’m blessed
Amazed
I gazed
Caressed
Her breast
She punched
I hunched
Gambles
Shambles
June 9, 2015
A Gambler Tries His Hand(and eye) at a Strip Staring Contest
Categories:
gambles, funny, silly,
Form:
Footle
Stray not to evil’s dark enticement,
Instead heed what is good,
Against what’s wrong, in the end bereavement,
For those who failed to stood.
Stray not to debauchery’s wild call,
Tis a short road to death,
A body must not have, so it won’t fall,
Dark appetites be whet.
Stray not towards the vile grasp of lust,
Tis a deep well of lies,
When unfaithful to a loved one, mistrust,
Is bound to weaken ties.
Stray not towards greed and avarice,
Take what’s not yours never,
For to you with dishonour, on a tryst,
Truly beckons hither.
Stray not to accusing of others,
Don’t point a finger too,
Thy hand with no proof hath, when faith teeters,
Four fingers point at you.
Stray not under omnipresent doubts,
No wonder you’ll make it,
If to cold defeat, in life’s countless bouts,
You never will admit.
Stray not to the shadows of revenge,
For it clouds all reasons,
The rule of law prevails, and to avenge,
Is the Devil’s summons.
Stray not to tiresome retrospection,
For the past is the past,
To better what is now, with reflection,
Then thru actions you must.
Stray not to ridicule of others,
Everyone is unique,
It can with sudden turn, then help matters,
The strong becomes the weak.
Stray not to have your oaths be broken,
For your words must be true,
It’s solemnity, be not mistaken,
Is an essence of you.
Stray not to boredom and idleness,
Go pursue a passion,
Unbeknownst sometimes, in our hobbies,
We find our life’s mission.
Stray not into defiling nature,
It’s a God given gift,
It’s unspoilt beauty will have, with nurture,
Weary spirits lift.
Stray not to fooling with vile schemes,
Be righteous in dealings,
When we lose other’s trusts, with wicked whims,
‘Tis of our own failings.
Stray not to self-poisoning envy,
Don’t covet thy brother’s,
Work hard for it won’t, when thou art lazy,
The world for you caters.
Stray not to gambles and moneyed bets,
For bright future it ends,
Your family to, once addiction sets,
Destitution it sends.
Categories:
gambles,
Form:
Beneath the sea of glistening stars,
Between the ethereal evening air,
Lies a forest of glowing dreams,
But as diverse and rich as they are,
None escape the same Moonbeam.
Under the lucent morning glow,
Roll waves of raving emotions,
Turbid fortunes and cruel woes,
The burning craving of billions,
Yet the same Sun illumes them all.
Princes, beggars and pretenders,
All dance their own tango with
Fortune’s jeering taunts and tantrums,
Each gambles to grapple with fate,
Yet upon the same soil they all tread.
The canopy of a grand old oak
Casts a wide and mighty shadow,
Ruffling with a myriad of leaves,
Adorned by blooming blossoms
That sprout in spring and wither in winter,
With branches amber in autumn,
Green in summer, and lean and bare
In Saturn’s season of barren frost.
Yet for all its lush richness, it still rests
Upon one abiding unchanging trunk.
So even as human affairs steer here and there,
And wander and meander like wetland streams,
The timeless source remains the same,
For all ripe fruits return to Buddha’s root.
https://purelandsutras.wordpress.com/2017/01/21/the-buddhas-masterplan/
Poem released into Public Domain
Categories:
gambles, allusion, analogy, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Crossing Over The River
If emotional cruel define gravity shelter for the weather would be not the house but the wood knocks
Pain and jealousy some time take the nail from the pavement what is it to know words that pin gambles of tales
Haste virtue counterpart agrees was every word of a phrase taking out of tempo
How routes lack appease to love or look to what to be
just be - - - -
Categories:
gambles, art, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse