Best On The Cards Poems
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be
I know I've tempted fate before
At least a time or two
Risked life and limb and maybe more
I'd risk it all anew
Cos life for me's a wonderland
A journey to behold
A beautiful utopia
For the young and for the old
Til man exacts his dominance
Over everything he can
And mortgages each single soul
Of every living man
A banking led dystopia
Indebtedness their aim
We're caught here in the crossfire
In a costly Rotschild game
The year is sixteen ninety four
And a deal is on the cards
The notes are shilling loudly
From the moneylenders bards
Twelve hundred thousand reasons
Mortgage woman, man and child
The deal's been done, the trap's been sprung
The laughing Joker's wild
The Devil dealt a crooked hand
The rules weren't Heaven sent
The loans they pays a kingly ransome
The bets at eight percent
Inflationary stirms prevail
Nations drowningbin the flood
The odds now stacked in favour
Of a deal they signed in blood
Now money's just a token
The game is truly up
Their sleight of hand's been deftly played
They fill their debtors cup
Human lives collateral
As the game stacks in their favour
No money's needed anymore
The game is theirs to savour
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
The Devil deals in dying folks
His deals a living Hell
The game's a crooked one we know
It's plain for all to see
And the fate laid out before us
Is down to you and me
The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards
sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts.
Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some,
but fame by then was certain, a legend to become.
My mates and fans forever declared fidelity
and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be!
The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit,
the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit.
We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine.
We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine.
I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude,
She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.”
We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by.
Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high!
We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out
I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout.
Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights;
with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights.
I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend
who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’.
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Contest: Rock ‘n Roll Rhyme Fest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
© 8th September 2016
The game is crush
Your dealt a hand of cards
And you have to bid on the cards,
Hoping you bid right
If your wrong
Game over
In life your dealt a hand full of chances
Chances that could go either way in life.
Bad or good
I got dealt the card, the chance,
The card…you
I had a perfect game
Till you showed up in my deck
I was in trouble
My heart fooled me
Telling me this was my chance,
My moment
But then
I was wrong
It was my mind playing tricks
There was never a chance of you and I
My perfect game was over
I guess that’s why they call it crush.
Three weeks into lockdown, we're still in one piece,
the house is now looking pristine,
we've dusted and shined every surface we see
now only the air left to clean.
We've searched every cranny, we've looked high and low
but still there's no sign of our Puss,
I think that last night she decided to go,
got fed up with being over-fussed.
The missus each day in her favourite pyjamas,
and slippers, just wanders about,
but when she turns round, well, it really alarms us,
there's a hole,and her bum's hanging out.
We've tried to eat healthily, bought the right stuff,
organic, and calorie free,
but now it's got boring, and I'm feeling rough
so it's baked beans on pizza for me.
A real ale delivery is next on the cards,
it's top of the list on our plans,
don't know where to put it, there's nowhere to go
since the larder is full of beer cans.
At least we're all civil, no rows or profanity,
for three weeks now we've all been stuck,
I'm off to the shops,now, quite proud of my sanity
with mask on, and dressed as a duck.
A braver man than I once said,
He feared for my eternal soul!
Courage from my heart has fled,
As I see I'm growing old!
A wiser man might speculate,
That the aged are buffoons!
But stupid here might contemplate,
That the end is coming soon!
Eternal flames that lick my flesh,
Is the fairest price to pay?
Of course, redemption, could be on the cards,
If I pray and pray all day!
Stand up the man whose innocent,
And cast the first hard stone.
My god who is omnipotent,
Will strike him down at home!
An aging man is better off,
To plead insanity.
You never gave me any proof,
So I’ll get away Scot free!
A cry came out of Charleville ... "Please help our bilby mate!
Extinction is now on the cards, let's save him from this fate."
This little Aussie battler, folks, is disappearing fast.
Five other species have now gone; this bandicoot's the last.
Since European settlement it's lost its former range,
Man's pastoral activities have brought about the change.
Along with altered habitat, which one might think enough,
The fox and cat and rabbit too have made life pretty tough.
Its innocent-like face is cute and bandicoot pink nose,
But how those ears seem oversize and, yes, there're two of those.
Its coat is soft, light grey and tan, with a tail that's black and white.
This critter's somewhat rabbit size, who mostly hunts at night.
Nocturnal is the word I think and satisfies its needs
By dieting on insects, fruit, some spiders, bulbs and seeds.
It shelters through the daylight hours in burrows underground,
But if you'd hoped to see one folk they're not so eas'ly found.
They have a few in W.A., the Territ'ry's some too;
Endangered now in Queensland though, they're rather far and few.
So Frank and Pete both raised their hands to help the bilby out
And figured with the nation's help they'd turn their plight about.
In Currawinya National Park they'll build a netting fence,
Around some scrub where they can breed and come to their defence.
The word has got around it seems, folk gather to the fray;
From product sales and gen'rous gifts that fence is on the way.
So take a bow both Frank and Pete and all you Aussies who,
Dug deep to lend a helping hand; the world has need of you.
There's still a few things left to do, so spread the word about;
Perchance we'll save our bilby mate, of that I have no doubt.
Boy those wheeler dealers sure work hard
just look at Ed slaving away sorting things.
First he sorts out the electrics and switches
then he turns his attention to the mechanics.
Strips out the callipers and replaces them
a new exhaust is also on the cards.
Back breaking work as he takes off bright work
and then sands it down ready for re-spray.
Off to the paint booth where its masked up,
now first a stabiliser to stop leakage.
Two coats of primer, now finally the colour
a gorgeous chocolate that really pops.
The last job is to change the wheels
back to Porsche originals chocolate coated.
Down to the track where she revs and revs
then like a race horse our Porsche flies.
Mike is well impressed at Ed's hard work
wow it is an eye stopper he cries.
A new owner to be found who will love it
Mike works his charms and so has a sale.
Yet another classic saved from the scrap heap
Our 928 Porsche is restored like new.
With a growl it eats up the roads
putting a smile on her owner's face
written 12/04/2015
contest PD and Skat's For Women Only
Black plays red in age old battle
A click or two as dice are shaken.
Collect your thoughts before moving
Keeping a close eye on the count.
Gammon could be on the cards
As you counter move against Red.
Much jubilation as you hit a stone
Marching Red quickly to the bar.
Oh no, back in with a vengeance
Now Black becomes the under dog.
Rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
as though they were in school
watching a hula hoop being swung by one
round and round the hoop swung
mesmerizing in its swirl being watched by the cool
rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
I watched as they sat entranced in the sun
Playing silly games but always aware and nobody's fool
watching a hula hoop being swirled by one
Mother’s of the rabbits arrived at a run
food in a hamper with cold drinks for the supercool
rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
Chase was next on the cards “touch your on”
was the favourite, except for the ones playing boule,
watching a hula hoop being swirled by one.
Next time your near a fairly glen
tip toe in quietly and you might see these cool
rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
watching a hula hoop being swirled by one
Penned 30 June 2013
What would I like to do before I leave this earth?
Mmm let me think, ah I know, I’d love tea at the Ritz with Colin Firth
I’d love to see my son graduate; I know he’s worked so hard
A visit to Easter Island and Pompeii would also be on my card
Some people would wish for money and some for fabulous wealth
But I consider myself so wealthy, because I have my health
I’d love to be a grandma; I hope this happens one day
But that is not on the cards yet, but it may happen who can say
I’d love to have my poems in print and write a poetry book
Others would be able to read my words; I hope they would take a look
We don’t know what is around the corner and when our life will end
But friends and family are so precious to me and on them I can depend.
Come back with me to twelve fifteen,
To Runnymede, a royal scene.
A water meadow by the Thames,
A site of world significance.
The royal assent to set men free
Enacted here for all to see.
King John had taxed his barons hard
To finance wars he couldn't win.
A reckoning was on the cards –
His barons now had snared their king,
To limit his powers was their aim
And free their lands; the church, the same.
Here was the Magna Carta, and although
Signed and sealed eight hundred years ago,
This famous charter is our legacy,
The fledgling roots of our democracy.
Harrison's Five and Dime, those wooden floors
you had were so grand and creaky.
Going up and down your small isles
passing my time while checking out
your shelves of fine goods.
Coming to the toy soldiers,
cowboys and indians which ones
should I buy today, or maybe all
of them. Spying the model cars
and planes was a favorite of mine.
Loved those jet planes,
would play with them for hours.
You really weren't a Five and Dime
there were a lot of things in here
way over a dime. We always just called
you a dime store. Ben Franklin five and
dime was your competitor, but I did most
of my business with yor. Sometimes I bought
me a comic or two or just some baseball
cards, loved the smell the gum left on the cards
that was still there many years later.
Your store was a little kid's dream world
after my mom gave me my money for
my chores that I had done all week,
i would go up there and spend hours
until I found something I wanted.
You're no longer there anymore
like a lot of things are not here anymore,
memories are still here and i will hold
them in my heart until day I die.
Written 8-15-11
I just found out that i love you
Didnt realise it before
Been around for a longtime
Used to think you quite a bore
Time has made a difference
To how my mind has grown
You were not my preference...
Now my senses you have blown
You've gone from friend to lover
With happy moments in between
Grown to know each other
As a couple we are seen
Time is of the essence
Is what is being said
Saying its about time
That we were getting wed
But that isn't on the cards
Friends we will always be
Cos im talking about poetrysoup
Together always you and me
April 24 2013
Back against the wall
blasted on a canvas
camouflaged trigger thoughts
subliminal mind control
incase you wonder who you are
bags beneath my eyes
followed an illusion
on a trip with a suitcase
turned my back without saying goodbye
Now its Passion on the image
with a cross over my heart
I go Gambit on the cards
Imagine dragon conversations
Im fluent gasoline combustion when i talk
Polluting life's a chamber
Filter trap Martial arts.
Mechanical malfunction
Grind my gears
but ill feel sorry for ya'll
Tears turn salt
Thats a turn off
The sweat on my forehead needs a job
Hustle dont forfit
Victory is sweeter than revenge
I go raw never orange
Its important to have rules
Its expensive when its imported
Get a message across the world
They're trying to solitaire it in one suit
But the truth is naked adam and eves forbidden fruit.
JOHN BOY IT`S THAT TIME V YEAR, WHEN A PISS UP IS ON THE CARDS,
AND THE USUAL PUB CRAWL, MANY PUBS U WILL BE BARRED,
BEHAVIOUR STEMMING FROM,BEING LOUD AND GENERALLY BEING YASELF,
AND FER BEING UNCONTROLLABLY PISSED AFTER SEEING OFF A TOP SHELF.
WIV OUT A DOUBT YA DAY, WILL BE PARTYED TER THE MAX,
SO, "O ONE WIV LARGE LOAF", ENJOY IT AND RELAX .
THEN WHEN YOUR HUNGOVER, AND FRIDAY MORN IS HERE
IT`S TIME TO GET ON THE HAIR V DOG AND CONSUME PLENTY MORE BEER,
COS ONCE AGAIN THE PARTY MODE WILL BE OURS TO CONCIEVE
SKINBOBS PARTY WILL BE HERE, NOT KNOWING WHEN WE`LL LEAVE.
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HAPPY B,DAY JOHN LOVE BEADY N SKINBOB XX