Best Jackpot Poems
They chatted for so long
The day was here to meet
She was so excited
Feeling her hearts every beat
He was Scottish and oh so lovely
She thought he may be the one
She had looked for red flags
But there had been none
Meeting place was at the pier
The wind was blowing a fearsome gale
Her beautiful brushed hair blew wild and free
The gusts were steadfast with no intention to curtail
He stood there handsomely in traditional Scottish dress
She thought her heart had stopped
A mighty gust of wind then blew his kilt up
Thats the moment she knew…..she had hit the jackpot!!
The cards are on the table
I cannot walk away
Fortune's tide will come by morning
The winds of luck will blow by morning
Don't call, don't even bother
Cause all I wanna do is play
And fortunes tide, it comes by morning
But the house will win the day
The gamblers twitch is in my sleeve
Because I'm hiding secret luck
And the wheel's spinning wildly
The dice go flailing wildly
I'm a man of many hobbies
But the carosel is stuck
And the dice just keep on spinning
But they never spin enough
And the jackpot in the morning
It takes the house upstream
I chase it! Boldly swimming!
But I'm drowning for a dream
Kyle Kriticos
I dreamt of numbers on jackpot tracks
Sold my watch to buy hundreds of bucks
For gooey lotto dream spin
And proclaimed I was all in...
Won five bonus dollars, boy that sucks!
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Contest: Susan Burch’s Lottery Ticket Limerick
Love is like hitting three cherries at a Vegas Slot Machine.
One Liner about Love contest by Silent One.
Heighten tensions
Realistic pride
Lotto 2 Pounds
A Dangerous Confronter
What Is 2+2
What is 21 Questions
Or 21 Seconds
London of 1969
Is Realistic and True
In this day and age
It's so easy to become rich
Companies are willingly ready
To give away riches beyond belief
All it takes is a new scheme
That hasn't occured to them before
Simple???
Brain power is all it takes
Everyone has it
Just need to dig down deep enough
Trust me...
One of my sons has hit the jackpot
The Dow Jones final number
for the day read...-777 points,
if I were in las vegas,
I'd be hollerin....jackpot !!
Preface: Written to a dear friend who is battling oral cancer.
Her Jackpot
Sometimes you see it coming
but other times you don't
Sometimes it gets you by surprise
still other times it won't
It can stop your world from spinning
It can rob you of all hope
It can make you close your eyes and pray
for strength enough to cope
Maybe there's this Master Plan
that no one here can see
Challenges we all must face
before we reach our destiny
We’re forced to play the cards we’re dealt
and the lesson Kristen taught
is to go “All In” with a lousy hand
when it’s the only hand you’ve got
Each chip a moment in her life
Precious years in every stack
This sister, daughter, Mom and wife
bravely stole her jackpot back
Her jackpot is the strength she found
that she never knew she had
Her courage and her attitude
when things were looking bad
Her jackpot is the love she felt
the proud way she faced her fears
While her family patiently stood in line
just to wipe away her tears
Her jackpot is her life to live
each day another win
Turned pages in her novel
a new chapter to begin
It’s hard to win the jackpot
when you're dealt a lousy hand
But it's not the cards,
it’s how you decide to play
when life doesn't go as planned
c Copyright 2008
The day that you won me,
I recall how you spoke of lotteries and luck,
And sang in blue and white,
From virtual rooftops with borrowed words,
About fields and fish and feeling good,
I still cherish that grotty piece of paper,
Alive like the tree it was sliced from,
With secrets spelt out with my name,
Copied them with a crumbling pencil scrawl,
Onto the secret space beneath my window,
Bathed in sulphur light,
Between dreams I would read them,
Filled with frustration that you couldn’t seem to see,
Chance was never the game,
Harbinger broke into delicate run,
And delivered the inevitable,
Led down the only path left to follow,
I could only ever fall for you.
How close it was but sadly not to be
with chosen numbers falsely provident -
deserving no such serendipity
lest I remain reckless and delinquent.
Mine are the sins of a Protestant son
whose dream ticket near made me well-heeled,
but my wheel of fortune has been spun
and my jackpot eyes hermetically sealed.
No luck, no pockets of silver and gold,
no libertine joy till O’ happy dirge!
Now my Faustian spirit that sold its soul
will not my blunted senses purge.
No wild debauchery drunk and depraved
and no fast women in fast cars to abscond.
O' well, I'd only be badly behaved
with some giddy perky pneumatic blonde!
Written: December 1996
When hundred's one hell of a count,
To reckon crore, a long sentence,
And five times that a long penance,
Almost a live tiger to mount,
Wonder, many a dot must make a crore,
A mouthful of zeros and a wild roar!
Hope still, it’s enough of a number
My family for life to feed,
To cover an untoward need,
Hope, it saves me lifetime of labour,
Or I'd be back to where was ere—
Tea with a loaf or bun but bare!
An unexpected irony
That money such a problem be,
And three months’ wait for this money
Till then he must pinch his penny,
No worry thence a price tag may carry,
Be it Adidas or an Armani.
He seemed in love with life so lean,
He, what with wealth a confirmed date
That hardly rhymed with his odd fate,
Feeling secure in pauper's skin—
Mind, nimble with sewing needles
That never knew: money made such riddles!
Resigned to past of a pauper's penny,
The prize grooved on his face sad glows,
Drew wrinkled furrows, knotted brows,
These tangles of tonnes of money!
Weird, O wealth, wayward thine ways,
O Happiness, here come worrying days!
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A zari (artificial decorative silk) worker from Mumbai recently won half a jackpot of over 100 million rupees. It was a rag-to-riches life story. Fortune smiled at him but he was unable to cope with it, and seemed more comfortable with what he was before the fortune struck. This poem probes unto his problems that came with the prize.
Happenings | 03.09.04 |Narrative
She thought she'd
hit the jackpot
Until she saw the price
that had to be paid
So she went back
and rummaged through
the sale again.
luck smiles at me playing
playing the slot machines from hell
the numbers are turning out
luck smiles at me
the numbers turning up
roulette
black, red odd
numbers
hot
What if I won a million-dollar jackpot
Would I still be the same sweet lovable crackpot
Yup, sure would
That's understood
I'd share it with my poetry friends in the sandbox
We have four triple bars on the middle row.
Anyone will consider this a big win.
Let's push the cash out button and grin.
We hit the jackpot and now it's time to go.