Best Gambles Poems

the breadth of breaths a breast can heave
dark depths so delved as falsehoods leave
from tongues, the tangled webs we weave
that trap our own good wills
though...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s...

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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...

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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...

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(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...

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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...

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Hi!
I'm Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
"Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time."

First, I want you to know
I've...

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I am alone with my thoughts. My head is down, which keeps me unaware of my surroundings. I avoid eye contact. In this moment of...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic,...

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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...

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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...

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