Cash Man played the field
Love to wheel
And deal
Until one day
There was no pay
Cash Man did not know what to say
Felt very alone
Picked up the phone
Heard the dial tone
Decided to go back to school
Swam in the alumni betting pool
Won the spreads
No longer in debt
Returned to flapping
And tapping
Dancing around, something always happening
Choregraphing afternoon delights
Providing entertainment rights
Especially when Cash Man is there
Playing fair
Well versed in gaming numbers
Cool as a cucumber
Cannot be stopped
Ascending towards the top
Not thinking bubble could pop
And if it does
We all knew who he was
Cash Man who played the field
Loving the wheel
And deal
Yam that got a permanent prick
Yam in contention with its harvest
Got it fat; removed with a flick
But diet is the concern of an agriculturalist
Consumer sees beyond
While naming its price
Got to examining its structure and bond
Which communicates enough raunchy
Yam that got a Chelsea buttock
Yam of false human attribute
A large buttock a stomach so paunchy
Rejected by no means a devise
Woman sees nothing
While peeling
Just to hurry
Not to make dinner goes well with sorry
Those yams grow in a fertile soil
With no or little toil
Such are in no time boiled
Better serve oiled
The pace setter
The home of agriculture
If i would ever be a bettor
Ibadan stands out in horticulture
Predator OR
prey one OR the
bettOR gamble.
The winner BE
awhile FREE for
now SEE a day.
Be sooner THAN
later MANaged
but ENDs up dead.
Predator PLEASED
fricaSSEES taste
sauCY with wine.
Each of us is worthwhile but also biased.
We spotted risks that ignited and fussed.
Still, I've been conscious of my longing for you.
The fulsome size of impulses blocks the view.
I'm pondering while sitting on the stairway.
When will you learn, my heart was torn away?
I was smitten by everything you foresee.
The same as mine, your defect engrossed me.
We were crude, murky, and haphazard people.
The whimsy of joyous was shared by all.
Unfeigned "hello" and "how are you" was shared.
But I sought bettor from you because; I cared.
As my jeans fade, so does my spirit bleed.
Nobody else is quite as you, bridge mead.
My choices were reflected in my corpus.
I stumble and wobble during the pre-chorus.
I cut my finger when I spry coiled my hair.
My pulse spiked at the whim of a landslide dare.
Written: September 20, 2022
We are all Humans, and we all endure this Earth.
Mindful, existing, and seeing stay brinks of mirth.
Strong is the endemic bond that was justly sheared.
Several are avidly praised, while others were snubbed.
A city founded of threads is what I can set in execution.
I'll create it without a specific design or a firm foundation.
You won't be able to cruelly destroy this construction.
Bettor than that, this is a shade lathering wide validation.
Slowly, with smoke and the mist dwindling, steadily.
What I'll perform for is set you up with the territory.
The policy will lose your youthful request and math.
And waffle and gravel accrual with righteous wrath.
Drum skins, a suffocating universe, and a shivering body!
Through the maze of luck, we'll discover a suitable strategy.
My home is bleak this evening because of winter.
This outing was fun, yet I hunted faithful cover.
To deter us colds and to wear around the home.
Everybody precisely grasped the cold syndrome.
Snowflakes fall quickly from the lonesome sky.
Bettor isolated influence in the warm sway,
They carefully structure a shroud high ascending.
On top of the enormous, white-encrusted sapling,
I'm accommodated before my splendidly blaring fire.
Additionally, we're glancing slyly out the cold chore.
I long for these dreadful days to instantly cease.
Also, rediscover the initial wonders to increase.
I look longingly on our all-around enriched city.
I admire how much individuals celebrate pretty.
The adornments on the monstrous tree staggering.
Plus, I admire the sparkling star standing as leading.
Isn't it a specific time for one bettor year of progress?
I believe the world will gently ease unsteadiness.
Identically, every conflict will eventually evaporate.
Winter snowfalls and magnificent rainbows may iterate.
Written: December 10, 2021
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
The bettor I set forth, the less you appear to care.
Hence, the best I attempt, the farther I prosper.
It looks that you cannot complete this assignment.
For every solo blink, sheerer gets incitement.
The time has shown up for you to be conscious.
To branch out into the world for karma purposes.
The shortcoming lies with me for wrecking you.
At that point, I whimsy it was the right track to do.
The bettor I serve, the best I can observe.
On account of you, I retained the option to improve.
Flying is the best trail for ascertaining your way.
There are a variety of events present today.
The issue is resolved, and the site is likely.
Launch your destiny without uncertainty.
It's useless whether you admire me.
Either you involve me or won't be your plea.
I'm hesitant; however, one object is clear.
I'll wait by there till the silver star appears.
You needn't bother with my increased support.
It's fit beyond due that I discharge you in short.
Written: November 21, 2021
As one pushes harder and bettor, an abating sense might resolve.
Birds shout in manners other than uproarious yells while rising
When time is short, aplomb is a conundrum to evolve.
Should profoundly breathe out, for negative cogency sparing.
Written: August 15, 2021
1st Place winner
A Brian Strand 3 To 14 Line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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It is the end of the week, and another payday.
The man ignores responsibilities and the bills he must pay.
A trip to the casino is what this gambler will choose.
More than likely, again he will lose.
He prefers to stay inside where it is not sunny.
Riding on long-shot bets will be his money.
The probability is this bettor will be down on his luck.
He will blow his bankroll and not give a ****.
The man decides to leave early in the morning.
He disregards each family member’s warning.
Once more, he displays his temper without any class.
After hitting the wall, he says; “Shove it up your ***!”
There is one certain thing while he is alive.
This loser will go and gamble despite the long drive.
After dropping all of his own hard-earned money,
he will go and steal from his family.
Ones who care for him he treats like small change.
He believes his behavior is something not strange.
On another casino trip, the money is blown away.
He says, “Don’t worry; I’ll get it back some day.”
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