Best Wagers Poems
In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like
Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads
down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking
up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots
of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To
start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep
us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water,
to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a
horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse
life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.
Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With
out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all
day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters
place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track
betters window.In a horse life..
Categories:
wagers, horse, life,
Form:
Free verse
Here, beyond the realm of air
I've given what this job remands
For everything I've e'er held dear
My closest friend, the 1st, is near
But with a glass between our hands
No proper farewell can we share.
The reaper comes for me alone
My duty done, the core repaired
Though radiation thru-and-thru
There wasn't choice, I had to do
As fate demanded and declared
The good of many o'er my own.
Now I'm grappling with this fear
For never have I faced my death
Oh, cheated it, a time-or-three
By making wagers that would be
By any standard, wasted breath
Had luck not smiled ear-to-ear.
Tell me, Spock, what is the way
To shed the terrors of demise?
Your kind is practiced of the art
Of separating mind from heart
Still, no answers swim your eyes
Just tears for all you will not say.
I thought emotion left your kind
Yet now a tear drips just for me
It must swell in your human part
The always kind-yet-distant heart
That fills and guides you, quietly
While shadowing a cunning mind.
Oh, what a soiree this has been -
As Don and Sancho, side-by-side
This Universe that billows stars
A sea of dust and suns was ours
A crew and star ship - what a ride
There will not be the likes again.
Yes, Dear Friend ...
Chances taken, rules did bend
But I have no regrets to claim
Blessing, was this daring dance
With you, across a great expanse
An honor no one else can claim
But now that trek is at an end ...
Live long and prosper, my old friend ...
Live long and prosper ...
* In honor of one of my favorite humans, Ray Bradbury, and a favorite scene from one of the Star Trek movie reboots. *
Categories:
wagers, adventure, film, friendship, science
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"
Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for outcasts such as Wednesday
Revenge for brother, brings on her sinister way
Dysfunctional families—ivory towers make wagers
Enrolled are lost souls and morbid teenagers
Like Arkham Asylum, a long and brutal history
Medieval mayhem come to life again in her story
Nevermore Island, Romania’s Nevermore Academy
Unconventional practices become their enemy
Designed for students with extreme personalities
Who don’t think their practices convey abnormalities
Is an all American coming-of-age supernatural
Tangled in spider silk or it’s web, which is factual?
And there it is the unscrupulous psycho-therapist
A principal’s shapeshifter and her sorceress rapist
Forcing thoughts back into some semblance of order
Werewolves, vampires, gorgons, and sirens who boarder
Are the architectural texts with applications ubiquitous
And the requisite archaic desperate mass exodus
Dark long tresses, paints it black in gothic dresses
Many who are romantic interests she addresses
Rises to an ovation with a most clever shadow dance
Sanity, reason, balance, rationality, and much arrogance
Behind the smiling facade of normality where lie derelicts
There lurks a psychopathic serial killer, and other convicts
Beyond their control, declined their world of decadence
Insanity, lunacy, madness, the outcasts show no evidence
Highly severe psychological and physical illnesses?
Or real paranormal abominations and alien devises
Guiding her are messages from the beyond with passion
Her lecture combined intellectual lucidity and compassion
Categories:
wagers, analogy, character, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
All I have to offer is this cigar
and clay cup of whiskey that’s not so bad.
Hides are loaded, sir, thought you would be glad
We’re ready to sail at first evening star.
Rounding the Cape at this late time of year
is dangerous but can be done, no fear.
Hold’s filled with hides, men have done their duty
things are shipshape, sir, hides are thoroughly dried.
no wasters here, we’ll catch the evening’s tide.
They’ll pay good price for California’s pride.
Boston ‘wants prime leather for boots and shoes,
this ship will give them what they want to choose
With scopes they’ll watch for our then arrival
Making wagers what ship will make birth first,
losers with naught but dry and angry thirst.
Owner thankful for his ship’s survival
and happy he’s first to sell at market
With many buys filling his vest pocket
Categories:
wagers, business,
Form:
Rhyme
another day gone by
another thirty dead
until we rue the day
"what's exactly wrong with your head?"
please just psychoanalyze
till someone else is gone again
another one in purgatory
another scream to murmur
another fifty murdered
until we can somehow figure
what kind of bliss comes from this
our lives will be spent in belligerence
to the point we're making wagers in
any other lie in this reach for utopia
when do the screams stop
when do we stop dreaming?
i walk right into reality
sit in a seat to the corner
pull up a magazine
read somewhere between the lines
just another thirty dead
what's so wrong with us
what's so wrong with life
why would you want to take it?
why would you ever want to give the cynics any more reasons?
just another day in dystopia
i guess
Categories:
wagers, death, social, day,
Form:
Free verse
Love Has No Reply
Love has no reply it just waits-
love has no reply - it just prays-
Love understands- as it hopes
that rage will be quelled-
That the core of your heart will
be overwhelmed-
and overruled-Disenchantments
of the venial mind-are allowable
If you never intend to exhale-
then inhalation is inevitable.
Demons seek company -
Presenting illusions to keep misery
side tracked' in sorrowful elegies
The cardinal mentation-
will automatically
tick, when your tocking and;
Tock when you are ticking.
You came here with no instructions--
Love requires no action
Does not have to reply
No matter the jargon
the meaning of "no “is the same.
Whether you wax or wane,
with wagers parlayed
invest in the" WAIT" like the yellow light
"Spread your bet-green light- keep moving
Not always smart- to bet on a sure thing.
Red light stop wait -think about
what you're thinking of doing-
win, win situation.
Prior truth is not necessary for
what is "yet to be believed"
Permanent solutions
should never be applied to a
temporary condition.
The efficaciousness of the syringe as a method in seeking answers to concepts is horribly ineffective.
Love has no reply--- No outside stimuli -
No do's or don'ts ... from the I ...
Strictly and inside Job.
Categories:
wagers, absence, analogy, hope, metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
15 of them begin the emotional ritual attired in silk & sequens,
they maneuver miraculously one after another on burning coals glowing violet,
the dance steps are heartbeats, curved & compassionate, their majesty is inviolate,
their Art is to suffer for Hope wrought from the ribbon of Reality's casualties,
fifteen to infinity the ladies become shooting stars
lazered through a constellation collapsing into a single sphere of suspense,
the crowd claps, cymbals chyme and a sorcerer's symbols
rain in a fury of subconscious superstorm, confusing chaos
and charming candor as relics vouchsafed in this cosmic cavern,
the Eye of Providence appears annonymously, winking with Blessings
on the forehead of a girl crooning for Roman gifts of iron roses & opium doses
as she poses prettily on top of the Arch of the Covenant
where angels scorch alms and demons dine on delirium,
a flame spitter and sword swallower run to the forefront
as the music deepens within the skulls of saints,
they confront each other with pride, mortal misgivings alight in their eyes,
a contest between Altruism & Misanthropy,
which will prevail, fire or steel, which to survive, love or hate,
one gets stabbed, the other burned, wagers wave through the theater,
lots of chatter, banter & bravado, the wounded continue with character,
Innocence tries to exit but is not allowed by Wherewithal
as the two forces seem to be fatally struck
a curtain closes ceremoniously and all that remains,
endangered enlightenment echoes, and echoes like thunder
while a beautiful candle glows, not yet bent or spent
and everyone in attendance calms and knows,
in absence of love, nothing but misery can be achieved -
J.A.B.
Categories:
wagers, adventure,
Form:
Epic
ELDORADO-LIFE IS A JOURNEY
Vijay K Koduri MD
In twilight, as the day takes its bow,
Longer and shorter, dances the shadow.
Living out barely on daily wages!
Loving those daring high stake wagers!
A mere cry in the cradle for one!
A loud shout out for those landing on the moon!
Life is a journey, compete not just compare!
Not how many sights you see!
Love voraciously the byte you view.
Not how many miles you go!
Leave a mark in the mile you be.
Not how much you got!
Be gracious with what you sought.
Life is a journey, live, not just move!
Not how many games you play!
Show your best and do it the right way.
Not how much you read!
Practice well, with what you did.
Not how many friends you gather!
Make them feel, it's you they have rather.
Life is a journey, love, not just have!
Missed a much-awaited promotion!
Focus to behave, not just crave.
You never want to hear!
“Your seat isn't here, and you need to move over.”
Take a seat in a row, that’s lower.
Requests will pour in, for you to come over.
Life is a journey, be humble, not just entitled!
Sore after a rocky relation?
Just leave it and get over it.
Want to own a Silverado,
Yours, it could belong.
In pursuit of Eldorado!
The drive could be way too long!
Life is a journey. live your dream, not just live in them.
Categories:
wagers, 1st grade, adventure, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
(Internal Rhyme)
Dreary was upon the time, as wearily I lived from my mind,
Sad when I was a lad, was mad contrary to current fad!
These are reflections of no relief, as all rejections kick at teeth,
Lad became a teenager, sad though taking many wrong wagers.
Blessings seemed to be curses, distressing with no bible verses,
Lacking tenderness nursing, whacking naught of love’s conversing.
Stealing all of that the hand laid on, sealing a fate from God’s great throne,
As I was alive I did learn, deprived of love… it I spurned.
Despised first half of my life, I was disguised chaffer in strife,
In this school of very hard knocks, this ghoul brushed many chips off blocks.
This my school of mind intentions, makes ghouls of mind inventions,
My school confessing hard knocks, confirms fool’s blessings of past clocks.
My school of this blessed account, I pool fully an assessed amount,
The worth of which I confess, a rebirth of which I have love's rest,
Being turned of Christ this precious fool, turned from spurned bodacious drool.
These blessings I do not discount, the assessing of it’s amount,
Hard knocks are my blessings, every confessing as my love docks.
Concepts embody many a fool, as precept emerges from drools,
Learning to be wise as serpent, churning of love upon advent,
Having learned the art of love, craving to learn all the above,
By school of these very hard knocks, this fool by love safely docks!
Finished precept advice I give, as replenished of love I live,
Mothers that nurse precious babe, covers with love bodacious Gabe,
Tender and loving nursing, render blessings and not cursing.
From a babe laid in the shade, an honest Abe seldom is made,
Though I seek not any glory, as I peak within life's story,
Tough wisdom as been mother, precept’s buff of love like no other,
I could never hard knock mother, nor would I change her for another!
Categories:
wagers, introspectionschool, love, school,
Form:
List
Am I to live a poor
man’s life,
to struggle and toil
with hunger and
strife?
Am I to be lowly
kissing the feet of
kings
as they feast at
their tables
and they dance and
they sing?
Will success
continue to be a
stranger
as I fail again and
again with all of my
wagers?
Am I but a peasant
who dreams of
success,
who hopes to one day
be blissfully
blessed?
How long must I
endure this struggle
called life
before I can care
for my children and
wife?
Am I always to be a
footstool or will I
stand in the tower
looking down upon my
endless fortunes for
hour upon hour?
Am I one day to
aspire
or will I continue
to wallow in this
murk and this mire?
Is this hopelessness
just as it seems or
will my labors
deliver riches
beyond my wildest
dreams?
Will I achieve
status, fortune and
fame?
Will the people
cheer at the mention
of my name?
One can only dream.
One can only dream.
Categories:
wagers, blessing, celebrity, dream, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Barefoot in the summers water,
Barefoot n the waters edge, do you hear the sound?
Close your eyes , feel the sand between your toes,
Summers here, no need for haste,
Summers heat, sun, is meant to have fun,
Barefoot in the summers waters, is a time for lovers to falter.
Barefoot in the summers sand, wager, running as freely as a child's heart,
To be free from worry, free from stress, open wide to curiosity, love for life,
Barefoot in the summers wagers, sand, to walk together hand in hand.
Barefoot in the summers waters sand, to hear only the sounds of laughter,joy, peace,
You have been given a gift from above, don't let it go to waste, the waters edge, is waiting for you to jump in, and be in the moment, let go of your daily grind, just to be you, let out the inner child, be together with mother nature, let free of your busy mind.
The summers water, sand beneath your feet, lay down your tired body,power hour head into its healing waters, listen to the raindrops, as they erase your fears, for you are made anew,
Remember GOD made you, therefore He is always with you...
Categories:
wagers, beauty, blessing, dedication, faith,
Form:
Ballad
All across an area
Of poising purple peonies
She's silently secretly stalking
beautiful butterflies betrothed bright blue
Wishing with wonder what wagers would want
From ferociously fluttering fabulous faces
Casting closely to colored camouflaging kaleidoscopes
Until the usually utterly untrustworthy upon the unfortunate
Lands lightly on lips, laminating labyrinths
extreme exultations explode.
Categories:
wagers, happiness, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
The minutes lunge forward,
the days plunge fast.
Months slip by so quickly,
many years define our past.
Will you remember me?
Soft skin turns a blemish,
tiny wrinkles begin to show.
Our youth violently perishing,
did you recognize or even know?
Will you remember us?
Health, wealth and wagers,
placing all bets on love alone.
With stakes too high to squander,
this constant fear of the unknown.
Will I ever reach you?
Admiration, honor and devotion,
always seems to come in last.
Guilt, fear and destruction,
destroying the finish line fast.
Will you ever put me first?
Be joyful, happy and merry,
how do I find the will to be so?
While years have gone,
and our lives moved on,
an empty void will forever grow.
Did you ever really know?
Categories:
wagers, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
awkward girls delivering their spoken thoughts
like hand written love notes
perfumed hopes cherished brightly
one of a hundred that stand at the edge of reality
and in the near perfect unison of dropping lovely invitations
to the magazine advertisements man who is supposed to
sweep them off their feet
the manly man who has button down eyes
and a wrinkle-free shirt
to him sex's butter is romance
her temperature dog
haunts her lonely steps
with a eager wag of his ratty tail
his pleasant eye wagers that she will return him for the deposit someday
its for the girl who has everything and a box of candy too
its not in what you have but its measured by how much you reject
sex's butter tastes salty sweet
she has a sidewinder viper gently cradled in her arms
calls it the child of her destiny
sex's butter is her bed and breakfast
an empty conversation
like a small hole in my mind
spilling its useless phrases to be swallowed whole
in the tepid sea of her eye
her hollow laughter two tables away
suddenly as it comes it limply dies away
alarmist by nature
she crafts a tale of woe
to suit her mind
but that tale is an empty eyed charter boat fish
that lay barren and objectified on her dinner plate
basted in sex's butter with a twelve inch whip...
Categories:
wagers, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Ballad
Don't bother counting swallows,
I can tell you it's not summer yet.
Winter after winter follows and
my wager is as safe as wagers get
that speeches will be shallow
at the Tory Party Conference
where wearing bangled images of Frida Kahlo
does not inspire public confidence.
Maybe counting birds isn't such a bad suggestion;
but what season follows next, that is the question.
Categories:
wagers, image, irony, leadership, seasons,
Form:
Political Verse