Best Wager Poems
Would you care to flirt with something volitile?
I know a fire that burns - hot and melting
In vivid undulating ripples of heat
That will steal the youth from your skin
And dry the tears hidden in your eyes...
And you will never even know you are burning.
How can you know the truth of it, pretty princess,
When defeated Nations cry bitterly for vengeance,
You do not hear, sitting in a cool, dark palace...
How can you know the cost of it, petty prince,
They are not your people crying out for peace.
Why do you keep insisting you are a gentleman...?
For honor's Lady you would sell her for a whore.
Kingdoms come - Kingdoms gone.
So, would you care to risk all on something volitile..?
Something hot and melting
Something bright and blinding in a cloudless sky
Waiting in the primal shadows you have created
And skims the edges of conciousness
Like the taste of a half remembered kiss
That means less than nothing.
While satisfaction gleams in obsidian eyes
And saner "friends" than you
Search endlessly for some God forsaken Mother Lode
Of heavy dreams wrapped in bright, green money...
Would you care to risk anything,
While you stay safe...?
They are not your children dying...
Would you care?
Would you...?
I know a fire that still burns.
Care to walk across those coals - with me...?
I care,
And so, I dare....
Do you...?
My blind
Loyalty never changes
I'll give the
Lembombo mountains away
And prove that true love exists
So tell me pilgrim what you feel
Do you believe your end is real,
That on this plane your looming death
Is simple as a lapse of breath?
Perhaps Pascal might give you pause
If you see worth in earthly laws.
Consider how his logic flows
And then reflect on what man knows!
If God is real or God is not
Our logic cannot help a lot
But still a game is being played
And consequence can't be waylaid
You have to play, so play to win,
If God's not there, then where's the sin?
If God is real, ignore your pain,
For endless joy is yours to gain.
If God is joke and you are right
Enjoy earth's pleasures till your night,
If God is real and you are wrong
Regret might always be your song,
If God is dream and you are boss
A smaller gain is not real loss.
I do not know what choice you'll make,
But I am clear the path I'll take.
In bets with God don't be a prig,
Your happiness is His soul gig...
In all your life have you been kissed?
Consider what you might have missed!
Long Tooth
May 29, 2016
If she,
a wager
odds are mine
a chance worthy bet
that love
may not be
life’s regret
losing at some game
produces very little shame
no one else to blame
pride quite easy to reclaim
nothing ventured nothing gained
big or little stakes
wagers may keep minds awake
or make weak souls shake
don't bet what shouldn't be lost
keep in mind that final cost
losing in a war
involves relatively more
lost for evermore
may be people you adore
wagered in deadly gore
bet all of one's mind
on what remains undefined
life a non-stop grind
of intensely out of line
dancing with wild emotion
keep the odds in scope
know when it's time to say nope
don’t ante last hope
when on that slippery slope
full of angles and false tropes
Bring on the rejection slips and/or lost wager
Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt poor offspring privileged as prodigal son
pockets bursting with legal tender,
where just yesterday I had none.
All polite declinations
strung together would circle...
(fill in the blank)
matter of fact, I just got a slew of them
today June 9th, 2020, what a lucky man
me haint an idealist...,
but winning poetry (writing) contest
or purchasing lottery tickets...
yeah, nothing butta pipe dream
such improbable whimsical notion
linkedin and tantamount
with milkmaid and pail
Aesop pose fabulous incredulous solution
finally good riddance
hand to mouth existence
hello riches, perchance a dollop
and/or sizable windfall courtesy
drawn PowerBall and/or Mega Million ticket
whereby yours truly suddenly
cursed with chump change,
and/or abundant money
would experience "fifteen minutes of fame"
flush with friends and relatives
I (a misanthrope) never knew existed
(perhaps even marriage proposition,
no matter wedded bliss prevails)
interesting... how moderate
and/or substantial wealth
suddenly finds chock a block
acquisitions (regarding brand new automobile,
custom designed house,
travel opportunities galore
(maybe even vacation to Mars)
(despite coronavirus - COVID -19) prevalence,
nevertheless awareness viz immutability altering
pubescent stunted emotional, physical
and social development
profusely sweating hands, social anxiety
all the while knowing money
can't buy happiness,
yet once and for all at long last
free and clear of grinding poverty
cuz groveling along
the pockmarked highway
avails countless exit ramps
plethora of choices
how to be analogous to jolly Roger
piloting immense ship of state
(approximating size of Rhode Island)
equipped with the latest trappings
matter of fact replete
with every creature comfort
analogous to rich
self sufficient independent country
allowing, enabling, and providing
a warm welcome - think unfurled
Harris tweed Scottish welcome mat.
Meanwhile somewhere in Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania resident
(within apartment B44)...
tenant fritters precious time wishfully thinking
(luxuriant life within theoretical leisure class)
finding this nameless scrivener
invariably hoisting himself by his own petard.
Heavy the weight of evil's darkened blight.
In dread one breaks heart's vast moral compass.
Sombre regret lays seige upon my brow.
Bewitched my mind is rampant by false truths.
For vanity lays waste to vanity.
Mind's conflict changes like the river tide.
Time's fleeting torment yet today unspent.
Thoughts blossom, wilt, die, like a single rose.
Selfish vain souls repent for their own gain.
Fools barter coins at heaven's golden door.
Misguided belief plagues on lonely hearts.
Misery festers thick like winter's mist.
History repeats by foul men in rogue.
But hark the wager is already won.
Musture courage from mercy's precious gift.
To lay vigil and confess all my sin.
So when my life reaches its nat'ral end.
Be welcomed in whole by ill deserved praise.
Contest: 'Pick a Verse, Vol. 10 - Blank verse Contest'
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 02/11/2019
Gleaming wager’s chart spells filmy odds
And tip triers to toss wee mites for more;
To forfeit modicums of ground for vaster
Acres wider than the fabled Midas shore.
No curse greater than lost chances fair
Baked and gilded to enchant and deke,
Verily sure-win swoops altered mid air;
Glittering talismans foiled in their peak!
Each day under Fortune’s ogling suns,
Gambles’ lusting eyes dreamingly leer
At the cyclically winding mill of chance,
Heavy with sudden wealth's fetish fear.
Even now swift-tossed coins fruitless go,
Innumerable ages after the maiden shot;
And any flopping dice still wouldn’t count,
Till Bill’s vulpine wads trickle in in a draw.
Millions of eons past nature's trite element,
Odds will be spelled and big wins still bent.
I
Does morality need some religion?
Does humanity need Creator, Creation?
If I'm good even when I'm bad
Morality and religion we must have
As with government, as with queens, king -
Humans need umpires in everything
II
If Jesus makes me a better being
Than I was as a Hindu, even Unbelieving
Where's the harm, if I do as Facebook
Created by Zuckerberg; WA; Telegram ...
Peddling many views, with some decorum
Hard to enforce everywhere, yet there's Reform
III
If God does not exist, and I believe in Him
No harm, no foul. Bonus: no hell, no heaven
But I was better while rising to a human Be-ing
Not just a human Do-ing, wherever I'm going!
A friendly wager between the two
A shake of hands and it was through
God and the Devil struck a deal
How many souls could they steal
subjects of a sinister bet
Humans as the main event
Our fate a twisted competition
boredom replaced by a bad decision
Who would win the most souls
And bragging rights and gold medals
A different kind of entertainment
To keep them busy for a minute
This madness trumps all rational
Where right and wrong they can not tell
Like waking up from a demented dream
A nightmare played on a movie screen
Would God betray us and sell us out
Just for lack of something else to do
Maybe Such madness is not so far fetched
To put a price tag on all our heads
But this is just a silly thought
A harmless notion That I dwell on
Out of boredom and lack of sleep
But what a scary thought indeed
A deal with the devil and god agrees?
WHEN FOREVER BECOMES NEVER
I NEVER LOOKED HER EYE TO EYE
YET I FEEL HER HAND TOUCHING MINE
HER GOODBYE NEVER MADE ME CRY
BUT SHE STILL SENDS SHIVERS UP MY SPINE
WE NEVER DANCED LIKE TWO LOVERS DO
BUT I FEEL AS THOUGH I'M LEADING HER FEET
SHE NEVER MADE MY LIFE FEEL BRAND NEW
STILL WE WILL NEVER EVER COME TO MEET
WE NEVER RODE ON A FERRIS WHEEL
AS SHE TREMBLED IN MY ARMS
SHE NEVER MADE LOVE FEEL SO REAL
BUT EACH EVENING I ENVISION HER AMPLE CHARMS
WE NEVER WENT TO THE BEACH TO LAY UNDER THE SUN
AND I NEVER TOLD HER HOW WONDROUS SHE MADE ME FEEL
SHE NEVER MADE ME BELIEVE OUR LOVE WOULD NEVER DIE
BECAUSE I NEVER LOOKED HER EYE TO EYE
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There’s nothing objective about spirit,
in that lies its strength and its truth
Unable to measure, only to feel,
its critics profane and uncouth
Science declares it the enemy,
its formulas explaining away
Why love has no bearing and within it we’re lost
—God’s execution unstayed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)