Best Sweepstakes Poems
You've no doubt heard of fire-breathing dragons,
and their obsession with hoarding treasure.
But you have never heard of Huffle-Winks,
magical creatures that promote pleasure.
Invisible, atop their dragonflies,
they ride the winds of fate mile after mile.
And wherever they encounter a frown,
they attempt to flip it into a smile.
They summon dragonflies to get around,
for, unlike dragons, they haven't learned to fly.
But, if you suddenly feel like laughing,
it's a safe bet; a Huffle-Wink's nearby.
In winter, when dragonflies disappear,
they hitch a ride upon tumbling snowflakes.
And if you're lucky enough to catch one,
it's like winning the lottery sweepstakes.
I've never seen one, except in my dreams,
but I feel, in my heart, they are real.
And what makes me so sure that they exist
is the joyful way that they make me feel.
When you're feeling particularly blue,
remember, Huffle-Winks are all around.
And as spirits of jocularity,
they ensure that smiles and laughter abound.
Categories:
sweepstakes, 8th grade, cute, fairy,
Form:
Quatrain
Seashore Sweepstakes
northwest rocky beaches
waves disguise cache of prizes ~
jellyfish parade
Clams and Gooey Ducks
hide in sandy blanket homes ~
no taste for chowder
hold your breath then dive
Abalone glued on rocks ~
opal sheen of shells
clusters deep purple
swinging from rocks of fool’s gold ~
Muscles hold strong
always on the move
Hermit Crabs – house on their backs ~
looks for vacancies
Oysters together
bedded down with family ~
maybe hiding pearls
Limpets with strong foot
clings to rocks and to fingers ~
teal and turquoise hats
trophies from tide pools
lucky tickets under stones ~
beach shore lotteries
Categories:
sweepstakes, beach, sea,
Form:
Haiku
Spring, Summer, and Autumn are Her rival,
but they all pale to Winter's arrival.
She is less subtle than the other three,
so shelter's a matter of survival.
Jack Frost is tethered to Her every whim
and She enjoys exclusive use of him.
She's fond of the art that He chisels on
windowpanes, though frost is but a prelim.
Winter's an artist; freezing flakes of snow,
She sculpts an iceberg archipelago.
She is a master of frozen beauty,
and a heartless generalissimo.
I saw a few tumbling snowflakes today,
harbingers of many more on their way.
For it's getting below freezing outside,
and the children have gone inside to play.
Suddenly, the sky is feathered with flakes
of confetti; Winter won the sweepstakes.
And when Her season becomes official,
She'll rule over all lands, rivers, and lakes.
(Rubaiyat)
Nov. 16, 2018
Categories:
sweepstakes, 10th grade, cool, december,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Nopalero = one who deals with/sells nopales [edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]
Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized: your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled paper littering the floors,
reeking of cat urine and layer upon layer
of dried and fresher feces. These feral cats
were your most faithful companions.
You thought yourself their benefactor and,
perhaps, their savior. We were told that,
after your demise, when the door opened,
all 21 fled, never to return.
You left us, unbathed, smelly, shunned,
just weeks before your birthday,
having almost (but not quite) suffered
through 80 years, the last 30 spent in
bordertown Mexico. You, daily, crossed
the bridge to claim your mail -- which (for a fee)
promised to guarantee you would be a winner
of lotteries, sweepstakes, miraculous windfalls.
You subsisted on senior coffees at McD's,
and your pitiful government assistance.
You blamed your life on abuse by brothers
(all dead long before you) and you could not
understand why richer acquaintances --
virtually everyone -- were unwilling
to share with you their bounty.
In the plazas, you were a familiar sight,
selling whatever you could: you were
"el viejo gringo," "el Jimmy," "el nopalero,"
and other less generous but, perhaps, appropriate
"apodos". You knew animals, had some expertise
with birds. Your chief preoccupation was
yourself, and your main complaint was
that you never got your just deserts.
No one deserves to end as you did -- unclaimed,
a foreign body, interred in Mexico
in an unmarked pauper's grave:
a "fosa comun." You only wanted to be loved.
RIP my friend; I did not mean to be unkind.
James Milford Pierson, 27 February 1934 - 2 February 2014.
Categories:
sweepstakes, abuse, age, angst, cat,
Form:
Free verse
Actors All
by Odin Roark
To fool
Or be fooled
Innate competition for
Life’s continuance sweepstakes
Real life’s honesty
Knows survival of the fittest
Relies on impression’s armament
One’s tightly woven costume of persuasion
Ever ready to defend strategy’s patience
Curtains rise
Settings come alive
Footlights’ massage
Spotlights’ invite
As staging presents
Seduction’s heroes and heroines
Intermission
The persuaders
And persuaded
Take respite
As presentation’s set-up and conflict
Prepares regroupings
Making ready the resolve
Closing curtain
Applause fades
Marquee goes temporarily dark
But just as the next opening
Opts to repeat tried and proven choices
Whether performer
Or audience
The art of persuasion
Continues to evolve
Gradually
Acting’s duality of purpose
Will fade-out separation’s proscenium arch
Opting to invite spectators on stage
Where applause and bows will become one
Where separate identity will cross over
Forging audience and players as one
Making the we/them question moot
Yes
The Bard was right
Actors all
Categories:
sweepstakes, life,
Form:
Free verse
'Tis said Saint Patrick rid Erin of snakes
If such is true what a great tale it makes
Skeptics claim it ain't true
Others haven't a clue
Could be a scam like the Irish Sweepstakes
Categories:
sweepstakes, humorous, ireland,
Form:
Limerick
If you drink Coca-Cola, don’t throw the bottle caps away.
Do you see the code under the cap on display?
The company has a rewards incentive today.
Sign up on their website on the internet.
There are plenty of good things for you and I to get.
You can redeem accumulated points for merchandise.
Take a look at their catalog for things that look nice.
There are also many sweepstakes in which you can participate.
The prizes you may win certainly look great.
Categories:
sweepstakes, business,
Form:
Rhyme
The Answer to All Problems
By Elton Camp
There’s no concern you can tell
That’s not solvable from e-mail
Blood pressure running too high?
Here’s a remedy you should try
Cholesterol more than it should be?
Then this herb is the solution, you see
Terrible diabetes has got you down?
Here’s an easy way to stick around
Medicine comes at too high a price?
On-line pharmacy will treat you nice
Are your arteries all filled with gunk?
Then clean them out with our junk
Got a bad ringing in both your ears?
Our medicine will banish all fears
About cancer cure your doc will lie
Our fine book will explain just why
Want to buy a house at a bargain price?
We have a scheme that works so nice
You might have Alzheimer’s disease?
Then this information is sure to please
Are you having trouble trying to hear?
This device will make sound so clear
Buying a lot too much gas for your car?
We sell a gizmo that will take you far
Arthritis making hard to get around?
Our medicine is the finest to be found
Want to win a sweepstakes prize?
Try this out for a great big surprise
Unhappy with the size of your weiner?
What we sell makes you big and meaner
Having trouble finding a wonderful date?
With our service, you won’t have to wait
Interested in an abandoned bank account?
From Nigeria you can claim a huge amount
So whatever it is that you happen to need
E-mail will supply with the greatest speed
And to get the things you need isn’t hard
Just send the number of your credit card
And even if you find you aren’t satisfied
We will sure get rich because you tried
Categories:
sweepstakes, funny, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
Freeze-frame final fate
Lust losing life late
Grandeur grooming gate
Tensile tact treats take
Soon soaring sweepstakes
Wonderland waits wake
~~~~~~~~~
Breath bursting boom bloom
Grasp greets grouse's grim gloom
Ripe rest retrieves room
Troubles taking toil
Style solemn sad spoils
Broken bearing boil
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2015
Singapore
Categories:
sweepstakes, allusion,
Form:
Alliteration
I received a letter from Toronto,Canada...
stating that I had won the De-Lotto North
American Sweepstakes in the amount
of $ 150,000.00 US dollars! Oh, I went bananas!
So I called the office line with much surprise:
1-416-939-8265 and a gentlman,
with an accent, answered the phone;
I asked him if the winning was real,
and he replied," Of course it is! "
I thought to myself, " It sounds like a scam! '
This morning, my bank returned
the forfeit check to me,
with a return fee of ten dollars;
and I was furious and mad
to have fallen for that scam!
But the good news is:
they didn't get any of the money,
the tax amount of $2,850!
Cringe your teeth,
you miserable thieves:
you are being exposed
by someone who's fearless and outraged!
Today, I have sent an e-mail
to the fakecheck.org in Albany,
telling them about the scam letter...
alerting the other would-be-victims anywhere,
so they don't go singing to their bank;
I hate to see them cheated out of their money!
These unscrupulous people, stealing your identity,
should be persecuted to the full exent of the Law,
and when they're caught, I like to be in the judy's row:
I'll stare at their deceitful faces and read the verdict loudly!
Mr. Greg Peters And Brian McDonald,
whether your names are real...
and wherever you are right now:
remember, you can defraud others...not me!
Categories:
sweepstakes, people, places, sad, social,
Form:
Burlesque
The phone rings;
It's Evariste Galois.
The phone rings;
It's Budapest on ice.
The phone rings;
It's my grandmother,
long dead.
The phone rings.
I refuse to answer.
What's if it's the Grim Reaper?
It keeps ringing.
Maybe it's Publisher's Clearinghouse
Informing me that I won
the sweepstakes.
I don't care.
I just don't care
Most likely
It's telemarketing,
And I'm in no mood
For that on any other scam
On this
Steep-pitched Monday.
Categories:
sweepstakes, morning,
Form:
Free verse
He was a silent man.
He stayed upstairs, typing unceasingly
and during dinner, mumbled accusingly
nothing ever finished
That evening he noticed,
saw his child sitting in the distance
alone, he crossed the field
He teased; they played,
among the blades of several hills,
a thousand times they rolled,
vibrating
He laughed; they roared
Disney visions, collaborating
goose-bumps; torching recollections.
He taught; they practiced
hundreds, of air pockets among them
they flew like ravens
They went home, and thereafter
He was a silent man;
his child unspoken.
Categories:
sweepstakes, childhood, daughter, father, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
Never say die, never give up;
as surely as you do, you’re a goner.
My late, great aunt said, “Never will I lie down and let death take me; it’ll have to catch me on my feet.”
She was true to her word; never said die;
and sure enough, it caught her on her feet one morning,
at four am after, playing cards.
She was far more stubborn than death, itself.
Like her, I stand firm; thirty eight years of entries and I still play every day though, I’ve never won; any sweepstakes, lottery, car or house yet; I’ll never stop, give in; I’ll never say die.
Instead, some day, they’ll arrive at my door and shout, “surprise!”
I hope they don’t give me a heart attack;
I’d like to enjoy my win.
Written 3-7-19
For Contest:"Pick a Title – Free Verse Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
sweepstakes, confidence, courage, death, how
Form:
Free verse
Though psyche sundered and cleft,
sans like Earth bereft of moon
with wrack and ruin
please don't ask how I am doin,
especially after natural automotive
wear and tear
found anguish brew'n,
no matter yours truly know win,
there haint no benefit in getting
fit tubby tied emotional state strewn,
yet quite impossible to shuck off,
NOT being affected aghast by loon
nut tick raging
(like an angry red bull)
growing foreboding, looming
large, and grow'n like...June
shadows of late afternoon
madly - swelling the
inside of my head
like a hot air balloon
until...my noggin
feels ready to explode
aside from such lacerating
peace of mind, I reck coon
this chap feels great and aware,
perhaps the silver lining
extant within bare
lee able to cheer
hip...hip...hip hooray,
an unconquerable drear
re: heaviness weighs
down clapping e'er
ambition to relish pickle
yar welcoming more'n a fair
weather friend, though
tis natural inclination to gear
us sin muss
elf within hermetically
sealed within hare
sized rabbit hole, a lair
only large enough
for me, though um...mare
reed man, I don't
want anybody near
just a treasure trove of
multi denominational prayer
books, no matter not
exceptionally religious
just maybe...a rare
salvation (reed deliverance as
lucky sweepstakes winner)
delivered by some
body named Alistair
relieving torturous vice grip tear
ring inside mine wear
re: soul perhaps...for a year.
Categories:
sweepstakes, allah, angel, baptism, father,
Form:
Bio
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Categories:
sweepstakes, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse