Best Gambling Poems
love
can be
a gamble
treading on sand
in uncharted land
hoping to quench
the craving
of parched
hearts
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A Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Placed 2nd
© 30th May 2020
Young couples every day
Falling in love
Casting their dice
Hoping for the best
Vying for true love
Trusting their hunch
In the love lottery
Crossing their fingers
Hanging a rabbit foot
Throw it all on a gamble
Never crossing their mind
To have the conversation...
And ask what’s meaningful
What’s important to you?
What do you believe in?
What do you want from life?
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Our religion forbids all
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to
indulge in that harmful
enterprise
But no one can claim that
gambling is at all wise
To more has gambling
brought much misery
and misfortune
Trying your luck that
way brings bad luck to
this money goon!
So goes without saying,
no need of elaborating
that harmful and
addictive are casinos and
gambling
Quick money is the lure
but gambling is such an
addictive trap
Indeed a vicious circle it
is for sure
and you can 'bet' my
warnings ain't crap!
The casino wheel doesn't
always tip the scales in
your favour many times
bringing down people
from heights of
immense affluence
to the abyss of poverty
and monetary crimes
as gamblers act as if
'under the influence'
God only wished us to
not be thus corrupt
for He foresaw most
gamblers going bankrupt
To gamble is sin
and you don't always
win
You might end up losing
even the little you had
from bad to worse,
tycoon hero to zero, alas
too sad
I amn't uselessly rambling
Better stay away from
gambling
A compulsive gambler
frequenting the casino
might forever court ill-
luck you know
from slot machine back
to home, to and fro!
As to others his bucks
shall flow.
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
--Emily Dickenson
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No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
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Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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He is a bookies monkey,
A blackjack Joe,
A casino junkie,
A slot machine Moe,
He is a roulette Roger,
A double down Dave,
A betting shop lodger,
A gambling slave,
He is a baccarat Billy,
A poker sharp Pete,
A wily old Willie,
A Charlie cheat,
He is a high stakes Harry,
A dog track Dan,
A lotto Larry,
He is the gambling man
You made a puerile and repugnant scene.
That was the night you broke a slot machine.
You did it in the casino right out in plain view.
There were scores of patrons around us to watch you.
You pestered me for money in a pertinacious way.
I kept saying to you, “No more money today.
You are having bad luck. This is not your night.”
Your ostensible behavior was enough to cause fright.
With your fist, you thoughtlessly broke the machine’s glass.
The men grabbed you immediately and hauled away your ass.
Furthermore, what happened next did not surprise me
The security guards treated you roughly.
In handcuffs across the floor, they took you away.
Upstairs in their office, you had to stay.
They had you in a dire predicament.
Casino security called the police department.
It was a wasted night with a comp I could not use.
For damages, I wound up paying your dues.
It seemed you realized what had occurred.
You were lucky not to be nailed with a criminal record.
Unfortunately, that did not stop your gambling.
Back to Atlantic City, you kept rambling.
Apparently, you have not learned your lesson to this day.
You thoughtlessly continue to throw your money away.
I am a gambling man
broken by the world again
I’m not what i am
but who cares where i stand
jealous eyes and the lonesome rain
is all i have for my enternal shame
swanky cars,ruby lips
and thin cigars
happy people with happy lifes
parade like peacocks in their empires of lies
my sinful soul will never fail
I’m seldom wrong and i’m never right
so bound my feet and tie my hands
and just throw me into the fiery pits of hell
if jesus has the will
maybe he can forgive my rotten heart
Gambling woes.
Oh such throes.
There it goes.
How To Get Rich From Gambling
By Elton Camp
Probabilities is what gambling is all about
With enough trials, probability will work out
Though gambling will put most in the ditch,
There also is a way from it to get filthy rich
Chances stay the same for each random event
Ignore that and wonder where your money went
This, the gambler’s mind may almost derange
It’s not true that “My luck is bound to change.”
If you flip a coin & get heads 100 times in a row
The probability for tails is still one-half, though
It is a very foolish and dangerous logical slip
To think as if the coin has some memory chip
A certain slot machine hasn’t paid off for a year
Should you rush to use it if that fact you hear?
No matter what some people will insist to say
The odds are no better than on the first day
So for getting rich these facts don’t bode too well
But how wealth can be achieved I will now tell
If you want to keep your financial matters straight,
Then it’s the gambling house you must operate
It’s true that gamblers may make an occasional win,
But nearly all will just lose it back to the house again
So if, of the casino, you are the wealthy owner
Only then will your money not soon be a goner
A spider on a windscreen wiper
Is gambling with his life,
He better pray the sun stays out
Or he just could be in strife.
Perhaps he could take up poker,
Or roll the dice around,
I think he'd stand a better chance
Than when the rain comes down.
It all started out so innocently...
An activity of amusement if you will.
At first your satisfied with a small amount.
As time goes by...that small amount no longer stirs a thrill...
so you up your bet...
not realizing a black cloud is beginning to form around you.
You start to reason that if playing once every six months is this great...
then playing more often must be even better.
Like drops of blood being placed in a shark tank...
the frenzy begins.
Soon the machines start whispering to you...
as a small voice inside convinces you it's okay...
you have it all under control.
Like Dr. Jeckyl and Mr.Hyde your personality begins to waver.
You start making excuses.
You don't understand what is happening within you.
You no longer seem in control...
as even gambling a few times a week is not enough.
Then comes the empty promises you start to make...
spending money you don't have.
It's like you're being sucked into a black hole...
whirling faster and faster into denial...
and consumed by a powerful dark force.
What happened?
You are a good person...a hard worker.
I must resist this evil whisper.
I must take back control.
I must be strong and fight this demon
with every inch of my being.
It can happen to anyone at anytime.
These addiction demons are everywhere...
just waiting for some innocent person to start tipping
the balance of moderation...
and it all begins again.
Like a cold chill it penetrates every cell of your body.
The darkness laughs as yet another victim falls prey.
P.R. Deremer
white horses
seven eyed monsters
we are riding high
blue blinking lights
from the turquoise trees
shaking figures of rotten flesh
we are gambling with life
After the tender moments
and the whispered promises
Love can go awry
Two spirits who met and made love
may end their bond
over a triviality
To build trust is no easy task
It can be toppled by a word
Still, we seek joy and fufillment
In each other's arms
We walk upright into the new day
Hope steals into our hearts
Yes, love can go awry
But we'll persist
Take our chances
Let the karmic wheel spin
in our direction
What do you do with your money?
What happens is not funny.
You are broke the day after payday.
All the money is pissed away.
Obligations are due.
Creditors harass you.
The checks you write are bad.
Your situation is so sad.
You go to the pawnshop for a loan.
They have nearly everything you own.
Jewelry, cameras, rings,
watches, and other things,
they are sold when you do not pay on time.
No one calls this situation sublime.
You have degenerated into less than a man.
You are stealing, cheating, and lying when you can.
Moreover, you deny this is so.
What you say is usually “I don’t know”.
You do not believe a problem exists.
Those who care for you are last on your lists.
You have a gambling problem without any doubt.
Just look how you act after every seven out.