Best Lady Luck Poems
Lady Luck ~ (the Nonet)
Tears, shadows that swallow other tears
united and out of control
eyes decompose like soft coal
water, in swimming hole
everglade pistol
celestial toll
river pole
dead soul
pain
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All
over
again, pause
deep darken jaws
engraved, digging claws
deteriorating flaws
still alive, eating what was
waste, rain, disabling because
nature lingers, emotional raw
by;~~~
Nonet, 9 lines,
beginning 9 syllables, then 8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllable(s) ~ I hope~
for RICK'S contest...
Who is your Muse I wonder, your Lady Luck,
This enchantress dripping from your lips,
Who is this mistress drawing from you the deepest of your lust,
Unfading Desires so strong they leave you in a sweat,
Panting in your dreams nightly to catch a breath.
Oh Astral Darling, won't you dance with her tonight,
Lay her down upon the stars and give her light,
She'll be shinning with your touch,
Oh Astral Baby, won't you kiss her where it hurts,
Let your lips light her on fire, a commet burning bright,
So scortching hot it appears day rather than night.
Who is this Sorcress who captivates your mind,
This lover who has crossed the sands of time,
You say she is beautiful like a Goddess in form,
Describing every moment the love she has born,
A romance rooted in the darkness of your soul.
Oh Astral Darling won't you take her in your arms,
Touch every bit of her skin till shes screaming no more,
Unable to control the ****** that richocets her soul.
Oh Astral Baby won't you make love to her tonight,
Put the entire Galaxy into her eyes, hips arched up,
Lips open wide, burning away the secrets she has inside,
Who is this Muse, this Lady Luck.
Luck was his that night
Millionaire he went to bed,
Sunrise, poor him found!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
08 January 2016
She meets me
in a Coliseum
wearing an iron bra
and the chastity belt.
Blindfolded and veiled,
She carries a bullwhip
in one hand and
a spiked mace in the other;
"Do you feel lucky tonight?"
She asks me lovingly,
"Well, do you, dear?"
~Let's get technical (Show me your best)
contest by Andrea Dietrich
I am way up,
I am way down,
I am all of the way around.
I am your Lady Luck!
I am right here,
I am right there,
I completely care,
I hold zero fear.
I am always in,
I am always out,
I am here again,
I am Heaven’s great big shout.
I am mother struck,
With Lady Luck!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
I was riding a streak with the dice in my fist.
Lady Luck was with me, seemed I couldn’t miss!
Then this babe caught my eye,--I crapped out time and again.
Lady Luck stomped out, when True Love walked in.
I was anchoring third with a pair of aces.
Going for the split, needed tens or faces.
But when ‘you know who’ sat down next to me,
The blackjack dealer dealt a two and a three!
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin.
I’m gonna go bust if I see her again.
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
I put a dollar chip on every black and red.
Three spins in a row came up zeros instead.
The old croupier said: “Son I’ve seen this before.
You better take that gal to the chapel next door!”
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin..
I’m gonna lose my shirt when I see her again.
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
I kept the Queen of Hearts and folded all my hands,
And never set foot in a casino again.
When the urge to play overpowers me –
It's Yahtzee, Trouble, and Monopoly.
(To add insult to injury, our kids always win, you know!)
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin..
I haven’t won a hand since that fatal day when
Lady Luck stomped out and True Love walked in.
Lady Luck
Spin the wheel my lady luck
Let's return a hefty buck
She smirked and teased
Not quite ready me to please
The numbers rolled with every spin
Someone else continued to win
I cursed her hard under my breath
She was going to be my death
Suddenly I felt her nudge,
Was I too soon, her hard to judge
She smiled and winked
and in a blink
The numbers ran like Bolt Husain,
I was about to go insane
My bets increased as I won more
My thundering claps, my gleeful roar
I was not greedy just chasing losses
My hard earned money, often, away she tosses
She willingly obliged and smiled
I knew she was serious, she never lied
My chip stack grew and grew
many tips their way I threw
She whispered gently, she needs to go
Others needed her even more
I swear I heard her whisper to me,
TAKE IT NOW WALK OUT THE DOOR
Lady luck was very kind
My anger, rage, just made me blind
When you lose, don't chase the loss
Walk away show them, who's boss
Now I believe in
When the electronic machine said “I win”
Resorting in a town called city of sin
Coins dropped from below
Real American money you know
Proper start to my romantic night
Prime Rib, Lobster, and waistline ever so tight
This is something I believe in
Shaking my tonic and gin
Waiting for my next of kin
Suddenly she appears
Having a sneer
“Did you make the reservations for dinner?”
“You being such a winner”
“No,” I replied
After hearing what she cried
Shaking the Casino plastic container
That quieted my wedding bliss complainer
“We eat for free
You and me”
I reported
To the one I once courted
“That is what I see
Now maybe they will waive the entertainment fee”
Leaving my drink leaning on the machine slot
No longer needing another shot
I welcomed her with a hug
Since she was my love bug
“So how much is there?”
She gave me a stare
“Enough for two rib eyes
No lie
Shall we go
And afterwards take in a show.”
She then whispered in my ear
Starting with “Oh dear”
“Now I believe in
What you were past due in
Had a certain purpose
No strings or curses.”
Walking hand in hand
They passed a man
Who just smiled
Knowing tonight the deuce was wild
Paid off in style
With a pair
Cashing in on a lifetime affair
Some days I am more fortunate than any other.
Other day I don't know why I bother.
Fickle lady luck always moves with the tide.
I really wish she would stay at my side.
odds can be with you
take a risk and roll the dice
fortune may come soon
So-called Lady Luck, post your impulse rounds:
Tell where next goes your famed Midas touch;
Where in the days near shall your wild leg lead
The favored donees of your capricious search?
Against your impulse-urged turns I got a gripe:
For men your random wanderings widely hype,
Yet you little care that faithful mortals adore
Your all-clandestine cycle and surprise galore.
And as for your epoch-honored bestowments:
Say what obscure merit-scores you rely upon
To amply pamper one and sorely deny another,
Spurning toiling orphans to gift a nabob's son.
False-hallowed Mistress of Fate I fault, again:
Now reward fans who rock themslves insane
As they pay hugely appeasing homage to you,
Pleading that you apportion many and not few.
Until you grant lowly lips that crave your gold,
I said and again will say that you're not a god!
I take another lotto chance, a whirl,
Lady Lotto, powers of a girl,
A woman's touch,
I don't ask much,
Lotto can well afford all this,
Winning a prize would be the blip,
Do I have a lucky hunch?
Taking a ticket after lunch,
Do any of us have psychic abilities?
Lady Lotto, please smile on me!
I know a lad who kissed an whore
And all at once he wanted more
As luck would have it
He formed an habit
The ladies call esprit de corps
Lady Luck
what seems
as good luck or bad
dresses a teacher..
our smaller mind
when confounded by
the unexplained
drills down to locate
what must be there:
a cause and effect..
often 'tho..alas..
sorry..no luck..
then might dawn
the recognition:
what is happening
is all at once
right Now..
what is happening
halts the search in
no time and place
and Lady Luck
smiles and
takes a bow...
Doggone it, I used to make a killin' at casinos,
R o l l i n g sevens; killing em' all softly
The way The Rolling Stones kill it on the stage.
Brimming with confidence, I made my way back,
But my Tumblin Dice came up snake eyes.
"Angie," my so-called "Lady Luck" betrays me.
Whenever I peek through a window of
Golden opportunity, you bet she'll Paint It Black.
She frowns at me, and loves to remind me,
"You Can't Always Get What You Want."
She coldly snatches glory Under My Thumb.
She tells me my chances of recapturing
My lost mojo are as good as riding Wild Horses.
Across the open Appalachian badlands,
Or picking up Honky Tonk Women at
My local Ruby Tuesday restaurant. Gee, thanks!