Best Wagered Poems

Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution marches,
and the calloused hands of a carpenter,
where ink stains fight oil slicks,
where the soft susurrations of...

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On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag,
Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom
Does stroll dressed in all black attire, striding forth with his golden Cain,
Flipping a silver chip into the air, and mocking at its power.
The devil's agent...

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heaven ...
is my prison ...
that dreamy, white tangle of
percale where your
limbs and mine weave sweaty magic -
a moon-daubed canvas of
pyretic passion, public ...
no shut-door, drawn-curtain modesty to
confine or make sacred ...
the danger of chance discovery is
our brush, our pigments but
blood ... water ...

  ...

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One afternoon fatigued I fell asleep 
and dreamed of wings, 
since then i have been migrating.
In my gamble of life
I have wagered my happiness,
and lost my path.

As a bird bid farewell to the leaves,
falling to the Autumn breeze.
Stretching its own wings
to a new shelter beyond...

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There are times I thought I’d have to say
That my life was all but slipping away
When my heart and mind was numb and dead
When through my ruptured heart my soul bled.

I craved and desired for someone to hold
Someone to love, good sights to behold
Someone in...

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" Milk & Bananas "

Hmmmmmmm~ Thought Tea ??
Does this blend require lemon a'plenty?
Or shall it find lime more then amenable?
Shall such cup as is drunk from thus be dainty?
Or should we drink from whichever we find tenable?

Har! Then say so meownself does now!
Preferences bein' whot...

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Time's flowing tributary; the future changes the past.
            Our burial cortege concludes its course at the graveyard.
Falling leaves collapse, crafting new fates; feel the weight of dust.
Some are wagered in a pitcher with burnt...

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The roses were like black ice, dark as night. 
They lived in a crystal vase were they 
were fed their daily juice. My heart 
shivered to see them, they were 
toxic. Yet I noticed 
there was one that was 
still red. One with 
a healthy...

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Many people have seen him 
But no one knows his name 
That easy-walking white haired man 
Whose made his claim to fame 

One day in a casino 
He wagered up a bet 
And put a hundred dollar bill 
On seven in roulette 

He won on...

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Poor Prince Hal, just wanted a pal, a friend
Someone to drink and laugh with til the end

Pawning all his hopes on white lies so far
Spending all his coins at Quickly's bar

Playing pranks on Falstaff to pass the time
Jolly as the youth, but well past his...

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Lazy hips/sugar lips
Dancing beneath these stars
Hazy faces/spaced out places
Still chasing the same daydreams
Dandelion fingertips/let me take a sip
The bets are wagered,the lines drawn
But we fall against the odds/take no regard...

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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...

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Memorable moments mystified by gilted pardons,
Iridescent solicitude. 
Exclusiveness of me and you. 
Purge uncertainties born historically of mislaid intent.
Time presently misspent. 
Risked future wagered, 
Unbelievable carelessness. 
Could one ever surrender fate?
Retrospectively regretful. 
Oblivious to your affection,
Anticipated rejection,
Trecharous resurrection. 
Should have known better...
Radiance nothing more than...

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Some men screamed in shock, 
Some men demurred fiercely,
Some wagered lots of bucks, 
Some resented me dearly... 

But dead I'd rather be
If the truth I cannot tell
I choose to face without trepidancy
These attacking crimson bells... 

What is this truth I am haunted for
Like mad dogs...

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Lonely Hearts
By Lola

We wasted time
For days and days
We let it flow
We waste away

We’re broken toys
With plastic hearts
We search the space
A place to start

Frozen in time
Our hands are held
We’re despatate kids
Our kingdoms fell

To crumble down
She never knew
What we had lost
I’ve fallen through

The sun wont rise
Nocturnal minds
While...

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