Betting Poems

the game is on

Show a little finesse, place a bet.
You’re just in time for the game, get some skin, the fix is in.

What’s more American than cashing in?
The real winners do, and now that could be you.

With suckers out there waiting, scamming is as easy as creating
an NFT, bitcoin, an online bet or a romance baiting.

You’ll be a

Betting on the Candles

We light our candles every night
And then we place a bet
On which will be the last to fade;
We’ve not forgotten yet.

This game goes back to childhood
When my brothers made their picks.
Then when I became a mother,
My two kids were in the mix.

Today, it’s just my husband
And myself who get to choose,
Yet we pay real close

Betting on age

I fell to see the fairness indeed
Of a moment we live just to age and forget
When there is nothing less unless we give our best
We mostly remember inept 

I want to know why we can't see ourselves grow
 But age will dog us to an instant regret
But time does not flinch at the moment's stench 
And

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Wagering As Pascal

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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


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If Jesus makes me a better being
Than I was as a Hindu, even Unbelieving
Where's the harm, if I do as Facebook
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Betting On You

Whoever said 
That life is a bet?
You roll the dice hard
I shuffle the cards
With no way of knowing 
What will be showing
Some take the first hand
Others wait, pay the band
I’m betting on you
You call your hand too
Our hearts they are matching 
Other suits all are lacking 
You say “oh that’s ducky”
But I know we’re lucky

Written-

If Hair Color Matters

Super stud 
Enjoyed life with many lovely buds 
Watched the angry surf 
Feeling the need to protect his turf 
When all of a sudden Ma Bell did ring 
And his dear old friend Win was searching for something 
“I am curious to know 
Who is going to choose you to be their beau?” 
Since Win

Futbol Mid Week Fixture Flings

Waiting for bubbles 
Here on the pitch 
Hope there will be no trouble 
From Liverpool being in a winning niche 
Known for being paper back writers 
And always having the attitude of being fighters 
The Reds will have to deal Hammies who thing they are for real 
With hard cover binding West Ham could do

Betting On Pipe Dreams

Roll up, Roll up and place your bets,
Before the sun sets,
And you still have debts.

Which will run out first,
The water that runs through old pipes, waiting to burst,
Or the money that some say is cursed, 
That could prevent the need for a Hurst.

Roll up, roll up and place your bets,
Before the moon rises, 
Along with

Betting On Last

I've always loved predicting
Which will be the last to die.
I'm rarely right but still each night
I study them and try.

They start out on an equal plane
But who knows why they change.
Like human life spans, variance
Will always seem so strange.

So as the end draws near, I watch
To see which burns down last.
Just one more night and

Betting On Bat-W

An idiot plays in middle with a bat 
His eyes fixed on a bookie’s bet
Eleven fools attacking
Two listless fools standing
*Thousands of fools watching cricket. 


*Inspired by George Bernard Shaw’s comments “One fool playing and thousands watching 
him” but have extended it with present day perspective.

 
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Betting Against My Heart

Once again, you’re putting out your blinds
It’s this wicked game you play at minds 
With the chiseled pot concealed,
My heart’s cards are now revealed.

I’m getting broken down again.
You’ve locked me up into this stain,
And as I try to raise heart’s chase
You lay there still, poker faced.

You force me into this blinding bet
Where no one is

The Betting: the Bettee and the Bettor

Semifinals won by each
The day of the finals is said
Boasting begins by the two groups 
Or supporters Two weeks to the march
Hummers for mansions
Cadillacs for damsels
One billion for one billion
Any price for any price
The day of match
Boasting uproars
All relying on the specials
Skills of theirs players

If a goal down
He becomes angry
Blaming the referee
And shouting on the

Betting On Nothing

By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options.
I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts.
The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered.
The thrill of the hunt.
The chase.
An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday.
“The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels.”
I stopped looking

Betting On the Worst

Laying here on my bed thinking how it could have been,
Makes me wonder why did it have to end?

The talking has ended,
The meetings have concluded,
I feel so excluded.

I want back in your life,
But your not willing to take that sacrifice,
I have rolled my final dice.

There is no more point for me on this earth,
But to

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