Best Roulette Wheel Poems
What’s the color of forced migration pain?
Ask a black person in America,
and you’ll get fifty different slave answers
What’s the silent sound of invisible chains?
Fifty killahurts of black ...
Aryan brotherhood iron swastikas uniting
What’s the latest “pull the trigger” hate spin?
Fifty states of fascist terror —
Goshen ghettos under daily thought policing
Who got their Klan thumbs
pressing heavy on the justice scales?
Increasing the widow population of the cemetery cells
Who got their hooded hands
casino slot turning the roulette wheel?
Decreasing the charitable portion of the orphan meals
America’s moral debts are in the red
Haughty heifer blame your mounting troubles
on the poor black scapegoats instead
Fifty shades of dark overcast gloom
hanging over the branches of the oak tree
Liberty got locked in a buried room
waiting for captivity’s end to be set free
Fifty shades of rejection in vessels of doom
Thirteen colonies
of spotted lepers will be coming home soon
Fifty shades of black ...
let the moon eclipse the sun
Fifty shades of stars ...
let the striped prisoners run
The pendulum swings
(Left to right)
Zenith approaches
The vortex opens up…
With head spinning
My spin is heading
Towards your light
On the coattails of a watch and chain…
Tumbling down the word hole
Collecting words,
From the wall of air
That surrounds me,
To consume later…
Too much later
As quixotic adventures
Tilt me away from my pen
And images of you burn ever deeper
Onto the backs of my eyelids
Am I losing you?
Am I losing me?
Do I exist?
Did I ever?
It seems I am always risking
My life
My love…
The roulette wheel
Catches my fall…
Still spinning
I follow the white star
Onto the red
Where the tinker rings her bell
Smiling a Cheshire smile
Holding a blue-eyed pill in one hand
And a red-headed pill in the other…
Unblinking
The blue’s stare
Pierces my heart…
The burning flames of the red
Kiss the bleeding desire of my lips
Dissolving on my tongue
I am afraid to open my eyes
But, risking a glance downwards
The insane grin on my mad hat
Slips to cover Dorothy’s red shoes
That Alice stole from Robin
In Sherwood’s green forest
Now I am calm
As I enter your wonderland…
Melding with your mind
Dancing with your spirit
Swaying with your rhythm
Embracing all that you are
I am holding you so tight…
As the tears roll down my cheeks
The pull of never land
Tearing me from your bed of white roses
Back to the thorns on my bed of nails…
As...
(Right to left)
The pendulum swings
A pondering thought I'm trying hard to conceal.
Thoughts roll around the rim of my mind's roulette wheel.
Do I gamble on love or risk losing it all?
Is it red? Is it black? I'm unsure what to call?
The stakes they feel high in this game that we play.
Thoughts rolled like a dice. Do I let it all slip away?
But the wheel it keeps spinning, thoughts chasing the light.
Caught between courage and fear, Am I wrong to be right?
What if the wheel spins wildly and it lands on my heart?
Could joy bloom from surrender or just tear us apart?
As I stand at this junction at a crossroads of choice,
I look for words to inspire from love's whispering voice.
If I wager on love and give all that, I own.
Will fortune favour the brave, or just leave me alone?
Should I live for a moment? I can't put into words?
As I ponder this question, with thoughts kept in reserve.
So, I ponder these thoughts as I take one more spin,
As love is a mystery that we seek from within.
If you stumble in life, make it part of your dance.
It's just a pondering thought. Let's give love a chance.
A paramilitary paramour
He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY
TO SIP WHERE LIPS OF LUSCIOUS LUST HAD BRIEFLY ONCE RESIDED
A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED
AS i,
BY THE HAND OF HAUGHTINESS AND NAUGHTINESS WAS EVER SO mystically misguided
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED
Woe to THOSE WORDS HE was urged TO Sing THAT WERE ETHCED UPON THE EDGES OF MY SILOUETTE
WHEN AT FIRST MINE EYES BY MAGIC had been MET
SHE Beside A ROULETTE WHEEL WHICH SPUN AT HER WILL AND her WHIM
THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”
A flicker WHEN A CASINO’S BRIGHT LIGHTS,
COMPARED TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF HER AURA,
WERE DEEMED TO DIM
BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening….
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim
AND I With SO VERY MUCH TO SAY
I with SUCH AND SUCH TO SAY
BUT TORMENT HAD TIED WELL MY TONGUE IN A KNOT OF NERVOUS TENSION
AND TOO MUCH ANGUISH for me TO POSSIBLY MENTION
As STOOD I SILENCED BY A SANCTIMONIOU SMILE
MUTED BY THE MAGIC OF A SEDUCTRESS GUIDED BY GUILE
I was FAR ToO WEAK TO SPEAK OF THE BLEEK
WHEN BEING MINUS MAGIC MANAGED TO MAKE A MUSCLED MAN MUCH TOO MEEK
Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK
NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK
AND SO HE SANG THOSE WORDS WITH A SONG SUNG IN MY STATEMENT’S STEAD
HE SANG SOMETHING ABOUT SADNESS, SLUMBER AND A DESIRE FOR HIS EX-PARAMOUR TO Be BEGOTTEN DEAD
Well that’s what he sang
And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung
If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head
Hell,
what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead
© 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~
Ever question why certin people ever win?
Sit atop that featured list.
Cause like roulette wheel the game is fixed
in case you havent guessed.
Its easy to rise to the top when own the site.
Raul, John, Micheal, it's the only way people
would praise anything you write.
Why slip in at night when ya take it out the
front door.
Makes question on on the soup who's
minding the store.
I comment on seventy poems a day.
I loved this write now what the hell did
I just say?
Your best friend wins every contest you host.
Must be nice holding that silver spoon.
Ya killed the voice but left his ghost.
Lets be nice and play fair.
Two faced jokes.
Snot nosed social club like anyone does care.
It's hard to play when ya dont even have a chance.
My words cut to the truth wanna test me.
Well fakes and fools lets dance.
You speak about depth but your fake smiles
show you hollow to the core.
Makes ya question in this game who's minding the store.
A paramilitary paramour
He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY
TO SIP WHERE LIPS OF LUSCIOUS LUST HAD BRIEFLY ONCE RESIDED
A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED
AS i,
BY THE HAND OF HAUGHTINESS AND NAUGHTINESS WAS EVER SO mystically misguided
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED
Woe to THOSE WORDS HE was urged TO Sing THAT WERE ETHCED UPON THE EDGES OF MY SILOUETTE
WHEN AT FIRST MINE EYES BY MAGIC had been MET
SHE Beside A ROULETTE WHEEL WHICH SPUN AT HER WILL AND her WHIM
THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”
A flicker WHEN A CASINO’S BRIGHT LIGHTS,
COMPARED TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF HER AURA,
WERE DEEMED TO DIM
BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening….
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim
AND I With SO VERY MUCH TO SAY
I with SUCH AND SUCH TO SAY
BUT TORMENT HAD TIED WELL MY TONGUE IN A KNOT OF NERVOUS TENSION
AND TOO MUCH ANGUISH for me TO POSSIBLY MENTION
As STOOD I SILENCED BY A SANCTIMONIOU SMILE
MUTED BY THE MAGIC OF A SEDUCTRESS GUIDED BY GUILE
I was FAR ToO WEAK TO SPEAK OF THE BLEEK
WHEN BEING MINUS MAGIC MANAGED TO MAKE A MUSCLED MAN MUCH TOO MEEK
Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK
NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK
AND SO HE SANG THOSE WORDS WITH A SONG SUNG IN MY STATEMENT’S STEAD
HE SANG SOMETHING ABOUT SADNESS, SLUMBER AND A DESIRE FOR HIS EX-PARAMOUR TO Be BEGOTTEN DEAD
Well that’s what he sang
And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung
If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head
Hell,
what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead
© 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~
Youth is Gone
By Franklin Price
3/30/2017
Youth is gone forever, and is never to return.
No matter how we wish it, a sorcerer's spell to yearn.
Sneaks up on us quite stealthily and quickly races by
With just the turning of a head and the blinking of an eye.
Although we wish for it again, forever it is gone
We are, what we lived life to be; a king or simple pawn.
The cards were dealt, the dice were tossed, the roulette wheel was spun.
We've walked the winding path of life, have, at times, both lost and won.
Were we good, or were we bad, did we help one another?
Did we raise a helping hand, to our sister and our brother?
Did we raise a family who respects their fellow man?
Can we look back proudly on our steps within the sand?
Even with some age on us, we have not reached the end.
We can still contribute to the world and to a friend.
It's not too late for us to change, if we're not who we like.
We can tell the bad in us to go and take a hike
Relight the light that lit your way from youth to age's hill
It may be a little tough, you can do it if you will.
Place your torch atop the hill, on the darkest sea to shine;
A guiding light for others who may follow in your line.
Although your youth is gone, and you're longer in the tooth,
Show you've learned diplomacy and a little bit of couth
Hug shoulders of both friend and foe and lend a helping hand
And the young and old together can help mend a broken land
Taking risks
Ride for a fall, we enjoy and relish,
Idea of taking risks in life why not cherish ?
Play with fire, have your heart in front,
Even if you expect to be burnt,
Put your head in lion's mouth,
It's time to prove you are worth,
Dare take the bear by the tooth,
Leave everyone surprised by your youth,
Take a leap in the dark,
Arouse your valiant spark,
Have guts of a gladiator's pledge,
Prove yourself by dancing on the razor's edge !
A roulette' wheel, go for your life,
Be it sorrow or joy, suave or strife !
Written on 7/8/14
Contest- three themes
Theme- taking risks
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 2nd place
A paramilitary paramour
He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY
TO SIP WHERE LIPS OF LUSCIOUS LUST HAD BRIEFLY ONCE RESIDED
A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED
AS i,
BY THE HAND OF HAUGHTINESS AND NAUGHTINESS WAS EVER SO mystically misguided
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED
Woe to THOSE WORDS HE was urged TO Sing THAT WERE ETHCED UPON THE EDGES OF MY SILOUETTE
WHEN AT FIRST MINE EYES BY MAGIC had been MET
SHE Beside A ROULETTE WHEEL WHICH SPUN AT HER WILL AND her WHIM
THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”
A flicker WHEN A CASINO’S BRIGHT LIGHTS,
COMPARED TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF HER AURA,
WERE DEEMED TO DIM
BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening….
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim
AND I With SO VERY MUCH TO SAY
I with SUCH AND SUCH TO SAY
BUT TORMENT HAD TIED WELL MY TONGUE IN A KNOT OF NERVOUS TENSION
AND TOO MUCH ANGUISH for me TO POSSIBLY MENTION
As STOOD I SILENCED BY A SANCTIMONIOU SMILE
MUTED BY THE MAGIC OF A SEDUCTRESS GUIDED BY GUILE
I was FAR ToO WEAK TO SPEAK OF THE BLEEK
WHEN BEING MINUS MAGIC MANAGED TO MAKE A MUSCLED MAN MUCH TOO MEEK
Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK
NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK
AND SO HE SANG THOSE WORDS WITH A SONG SUNG IN MY STATEMENT’S STEAD
HE SANG SOMETHING ABOUT SADNESS, SLUMBER AND A DESIRE FOR HIS EX-PARAMOUR TO Be BEGOTTEN DEAD
Well that’s what he sang
And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung
If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head
Hell,
what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead
© 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~
I feel like Archimedes building calculus from scratch;
Got a lever I can lean on, but the fulcrum doesn’t match.
You’ll find them on the scoreboard
And every roulette wheel.
They help you cheat at blackjack
By sweetening the deal.
I feel like Isaac Newton making gravity a game,
Setting poetry in motion, riding Kepler’s horse to fame.
They figure into interest rates
to calculate the yield,
And help the fans identify
The players on the field.
I feel like Alan Turing cracking codes at Bletchley Park,
Decrypting the enigma of injustice in the dark.
They calculate the census,
And quantify amounts.
They’re handy for those vultures
Who tally body counts.
I feel like when Bob Seeger sang of bad arithmetic,
And rocked his Silver Bullet Band in Hindu Arabic.
They give a helpful estimate
Of what we’ll have to pay.
Just amortize your mortgage rate
And wait for Judgement Day.
So many- gone before us these past years-
dear friends and family have left our side,
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
We shared such joyful times with kin and peers,
through ages when no worries were implied;
so many- gone before us these past years.
Yet, time does not stand still, but leaps and veers
in ways, we never dreamed it would decide
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
So like a roulette wheel, age chooses, blears
those sick and weak we hug at their bedside;
so many- gone before us these past years.
With those now left, we share, from yesteryears,
good memories of those held dear inside-
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
And now, we hold hands tight and hide our fears-
which one of us will join them on death's ride.
So many- gone before us these past years-
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
Please don’t blame the automatic weapon
that synagogue killed me, tragically,
the other day
The hands which held it
are Second Amendment clean —
Gunpowder washed in crimson water
of dogma purity
I was just the latest recipient
of an over-the-counter, scarlet backorder
Which came with a limited scope range
death warranty: Multiple kill shot guaranteed
So pistol please, don’t fire scattered aspersions
at the sacred bear arms ground of innocent gunplay
Judgmental splattered tones
always try to open fire and spit spray fault
in a bullet hale of invective trigger rain
To cover misconstrued issues
over fresh, bystander corpse bloodstains
It’s just eulogy plain dirt wrong,
to give credence to indignant moans
berating innocent gunplay
I wish somebody six-feet above
could control
this outrageous, gun burst cry of
emotional criticism
Knee jerks got no ex-caliber love —
Glamorous magazine
affinity for kinetic pellets thereof
Bear arms pawns like me want more
Camelot night undertakers,
wearing grizzly gravedigger gloves
My only tear grievous cardinal sin,
(of fearful last rites)
was that I wasn’t gat blast packing
to give a gun battle fight
I was just good target practice
for some gun-toting holster devotee
Us untimely death mismatches
got smoking barrel burned
On this, we can collaterally all agree
That poor, inanimate weapon
was simply an unsuspecting vessel,
used in a grisly altar sacrifice
Ricochet oath bound
to help a hot metal head
exercise their inalienable right
to take a life
Don’t muzzle blame that clean weaponry please ...
or the washed Pilate hand
that calmly palm pulled the deadly squeeze
This is just the roulette wheel price
which every American Idle breathing body
gotta rolling barrel, lottery chance take
Winners get their engraved names
obit posted,
without any undue process
yellow tape delay
And this I must say
with deadly seriousness —
We of the speeding spherical fallen,
slain by the blessed cray cray ...
be fatal fatality souls
Those bullet-hailed as revered victims
of the hated, innocent gunplay
Book of Relevation, cryptically asserts 666 " the number of a man "
Two thirds into the apocalyptic vision his appearance has began
This dark magical number appears in so many ways
All the numbers on a roulette wheel = 666, lets play
In the Pennsylvania 1980, lottery scandal
Equipment was tampered, three sixes the winning handle
Even computers have had this number to worry
Macintosh's Seven-Dust virus, in 666 bury
In a book called the Bible, Adonikam's descendants amounted
To Jerusalem and Judah, from Babylonian exile - 666 were counted
The Aryan tattoos of their Brotherhood
Six sixty six, a number understood
Is this just a number or is it coincidence
That it surrounds us, in our very existence
Are we to be afraid of this number in any way
hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, seems this number has many says
Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense
They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet
She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds,
Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips,
satin scarfs around hug her hips
Bindi adorned when with the Janes
A sterling nose ring pierces a membrane
Azure pools of light inserted—contact’s atop
wistful deeper dark reddish brown longing lens
Riffles through a cosmetic bag,
Faberge`a final touch then off she struts
Spinning the roulette wheel in random realms
Burned through one persona after another
The mask worn smothers
Charcoal tears pour down her cherry cheeks
Personas have their limitations
Reinventions only break the tiresome tensions
Infinite shades of pale, anemic, listless
Darker are the shadows that deem
Her skin is frail, weakness fills a ship and torn it’s sail
Though her wit retains its cutting edge
out on the ledge an empty soul on trial
Tragic trends suit her
Charcoal tears won’t save her
Metamorphosis’s demise, elusive unmasked
Limited are the bounds of weakness,
Marie-Thérès Picasso’s golden muse
hung herself after his death
Now a frozen memory in the dark daze
as nothing else remains its love’s myth
She played the games we may or not resist
Gone those days frozen in merciless mist
where fate awaits
A gossamer promise of infinite wisdom,
Spun tightly in silk for your own protection.
Rolls off the tongue like rich double cream,
Enticed beyond reason, living a dream.
Weaving a web in between lies and deceit,
Dangling there, constantly, just beyond reach.
Goading you, coaxing you, making you need,
Promises of more than you’d ever believe.
A slight of hand, and the trick of the light,
Spins the roulette wheel and the rolling dice.
Lulled by imagination and the thrill of winning,
Your interest is piqued, this is just the beginning.
Excitement not marred by the loss to be born,
While niggling words in your head try to warn.
Just a little fun, really, where is the harm,
As you grip the dice tightly again in your palm.
Sweat trickles down your brow as you focus,
Concentration immense, your spell is not broken.
Lost in your own world, the buzz is intense,
You have to win now, you know it makes sense.
Lady lucky was deceptive, whispering lies,
Watching you as usual, kiss your wages goodbye.
IOU not accepted, and you’re all out of cash,
If only you had the chance to have one last bash.
You are totally in love with the thrill of the dice,
It comforts you somehow, it just seems so right.
Morbidly defensive, you could never have known,
As you take your loss out on your family at home
©.L.Kelly