Best Monopoly Poems
“Monopoly - Fast Track Equations”
Razor sharp cut quite clear
He says Trust
She says Fear
Broken glass and hidden things
He says Respect
She says Trust
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Black Lies and Alibis
He says Truth
She says Respect
Innocence is shattered
All the children wept
Steel Cages, Monopoly and Chance Cards
He says Love
She says Lost
Flying Monkeys and Kangaroo Courts
He says Lost
You say, "Here’s the Road Map, I've got the Get Out Free Card"
You get behind the wheel
Take back your soul
Foot to the floor
Keep driving fast, not slow
Pass “GO”, Do not Look Back.
Girlfriend, little sis'ta, you are right on track.
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S71_vIMQ0YY
My Silver top hat and my Boardwalk card are missing.
This happened to my cousin.
It is only a matter of time until this gets discovered.
By the time it does it will be too late.
I am going to try to contact prissy woman
With telepathy.
Look under the couch,
Look under the couch!
Uh-0h.
Vrrrrmmmmmmmm
There goes my Boardwalk card.
I will be replaced now.
Competitive Man’s favorite
Property is Boardwalk.
As a child I was “board” with Monopoly
Games dragged on endlessly, such monotony
Now I’ve noticed a fearsome monstrosity
Special interests creating atrocity
PACs are strangling the sentiments of Congress
Bailouts for bigwigs while people are jobless
To win votes, we hear many a false promise
After elected, leaders become pompous
Get out of jail free cards are passed readily
Eagerly sought by those who lie steadily
We try to make sense of this inequity
But “players” are laughing at our density
Yet I know monopolies when I see them
And all of this control I’m quick to condemn
Fake banknotes,
Bought hotel,
Went to jail.
Some
games are
just for fun.
Others make you
feel competitive.
Monopoly, for instance:
it takes a lot of your time.
I’m someone who hates wasting time.
Time is money; in Monopoly,
money’s not real. Still. . . . losing is time lost.
I played the game with aggressive siblings.
More about good luck than strategy,
it was something I came to hate.
Now when I’ve lost all chance at
just one “monopoly,”
I still have some say;
I simply take
myself out
of the
game.
From 5/22/11
Used now for William Kekaula's the 'Games - Mental or Physical' Contest
Monopoly, game of life – play it
Monopoly, childhood board game, moves as per dice
Life, real game, moves as per the game one plays
As grew older, realities faced squarely
Had semblances with the board’s pictorial squares
Throw of dice decided the destiny on board
Unlike birth, upbringing, circle, efforts dictating destiny in Life
Owner, Banker, borrower, culprit, all characters ended with the game
Unlike Life’s characters that makes one play different games
Each day, new game, different victor and vanquished
Life’s each moment full of mystery, self winner or loser
Dice calling the shots, tossing not manipulated
Life full of manipulation at each step to win the race
How I wish Life having remote semblance with board game
Any situation not lasting beyond the game
Each day disconnected with yesterday, tomorrow
Limited spells of joy or sorrow
Life, Monopoly like game – live it
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By Hitendra Mehta
May 2011
HM in Members Contest – Monopoly, the Game of Life by Judy Konos
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No, Monopoly isn't too speedy
And the deals you make often are seedy.
Common sense then, forbids
Me to teach to my kids,
But I did, and it made their dad greedy.
Now, my daughters are sweet little dears,
They're eleven and nine (in earth years).
So we sat down on stools
And I taught them the rules,
An hour later, someone was in tears.
I was mean and I pushed and I bossed,
Played to win, didn't care what it cost.
But my kids are too smart.
Despite daddy's black heart,
The next thing I new, I had lost.
So a word to the wise from a guy
Who's afternoon plans went awry:
If you can't stand to lose
To your kids, then don't chose
Monopoly, they'll see you cry!
For "Monopoly the Game of Life" contest
by Jason Talbott
Milton Bradly....
Condos castles etched in accretions dye along
The boardwalks flower made sorbitol scenes
Number twenty-twos scented sunrises, pastel piers
Neon lights enticing dreamscopes of, breathe....
The box-cars mundane roulette wheels
Spinning mirages of polyesters white gloved, hopes
Let it ride; everything I own upon, number twelve
Moonglow glazed margarita rainbows for, you and I
Cinderella, she folds....
"Games," lots and lots of, games!?
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{...."Monopoly"....}
At ten years old he was a Monopoly champ
But it wasn’t because he went to a game playing camp
It was because for months he was confided to his bed
With a game ending tumor inside of his head
The game board was always spread open on his lap
He found all the streets on an Atlantic City map
He wanted to see the Boardwalk, he said, in real life
And ride up and down it on a rented red bike
He would play the game with imaginary friends
Moving all of the pieces until the game ends
He could calculate mortgages in a matter of minutes
Playing by the rules without any limits
He memorized every card in the Chance deck
Knowing he had no chance of his own
He dreamt every night of taking a ride on the Reading
And having it deliver him home
The Monopoly game was packed up neatly
And placed in the coffin with him
Now he plays with the angels in heaven
And probably always will win
Monopoly is like life.
There are the leaders,
Who made all the right choices.
There are those who are bankrupt,
Who made all the wrong ones.
There are the lucky ones,
Who land on Free Parking.
There are those with a little less luck,
Who land in Jail.
There are the ones that are doomed from the start,
Who Go Directly To Jail.
There are the bankers,
Who control the money.
There are the realtors,
Who deal out the houses and hotels.
There are the ones that win,
Who don’t just enjoy the game.
There are the ones that lose,
Who love every minute of it.
So as I said before,
Monopoly is like life.
Monopoly morden civilisation
Tell the gun man to go home
For we need no more life hunters
In our communities any more
Already we know how strange
The world now is
So let be so you can be
Tell you jets to fly back to babylon
For we need no more eggs of dust
Any more in our neighbourhood
Our children are sick already
From the atmosphere of drones
Already we feel the Morden day
Of today
So is this democracy
Or Morden democrazy
Tell your reporters to say the truth
I wonder what they see
For if all is shown as it is
In our morden media may be
We will have been closer
To unity and have peace
Take all your war ship out the sea
Of our communities
For at least the fish's need a break
So we need a change in Africa
For already we know your show
Of power is all dat matters to your
Caucus
Stop violating our justice
Stop oh stop
Many are gone already
Why more now
Is this democrazy
Or a monopoly Of power
Our morden day civilisation
Only but repeat history
If you play enough of the game of Monopoly,
then you will know your way around Atlantic City.
You will see the avenues of Mediterranean and Baltic.
There are also Illinois, Tennessee, and Pacific.
From the inlet to Chelsea, it is all terrific.
However, there is one thing I would like to know:
Where do you collect $200 for passing “GO”?
The monopoly metropolis, o'er the mass.
The sun has set 'pon the great pass.
All for one and none for all,
the old grey miser throws a ball;
...no peasants allowed.
It’s more for me and less for you
I hope that you know why
If our places were changed
Don’t think I’m deranged
We each will take what comes bye
Besides it’s not me you should hate
We’re both in the same sorry state
We agreed to these rules
We’re such silly fools
Why don’t we change them
Or try.
There once was a poet named Neumann
whose bile went as white as albumen.
He emailed a missive,
his ire derisive,
attempting to yoke fellow humans.
His target would not come to heel,
so then it became an ordeal.
Disguised as a contest,
he tried a new conquest;
to poets he made his appeal.
“Go public,” he thought to himself,
“and make the responses my wealth.
Solicit opinions;
Make poets my minions
to injure his confidence’s health.”
“I’ll leverage my feeble position,
a mathematical-poet magician;
They’ll write what I want,
and hopefully blunt,
because it’s the contest description.”
“To him it will seem that I’ve won,
with many usurping the one;
I hope he’s not clever.
I hope that he never
decides to stick to his guns!”
Now, what was this kvetching about?
What was it that made Neumann pout?
Contests galore!
Each day more and more!
From one he neglected to out;
I haven’t a clue who he means.
No monopoly here, that I’ve seen.
The contests are fine
(too slow, in my mind).
Not terribly sure what to gleen.
The authors will choose who they wish
from this bowl of colorful fish
that swim in the soup
and go loop di loop
when one of us says they’re delish!
As far as the soup going cold,
and quality starting to mold.
It’s never been great,
not now, or of late.
A handful are more than so-so.
It’s all about writing for fun
and passing the time with a hum.
Now, more than ever
with Covid and Bad Weather,
our lines are more than their sum.
So give this poor sponsor a break;
there’s really no damage at stake.
We’re all having fun.
Let bygones be bygones;
enjoy the contests you make.
Monopoly Contest
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
4/12/2020