Distracted by eyes and lips; skin so fair.
Lured bettors; a beautiful poker face.
Taking games with ease; a delicate stare.
The deck’s in my hand. I’m holding her ace.
I wish I had better prepared our tryst.
I’m falling in love across the table.
This temptation is one I must resist,
dare and she’ll leave with my horse and stable!
She offers a grin, as river cards fall.
No hesitation. She places her bid.
The pot within sight I echo my call.
Excitement not being bottled or hid.
Meeting your match; unlikely pair relates.
Cards fallen in stalemate; aces and eights.
Categories:
bettors, allusion, analogy, art, beautiful,
Form: Sonnet
Life is a gamble
And we are all bettors
But whatever is the game we play
We must not bet what we can't afford to lose
We must not bit more than what we can chew
We must not eat more than what we can swallow
We must not run a race that we can't finish
Storms we face must not be the reasons to quit
For everywhere, there are mountains and plains
And rivers and seas in between
Through waves and rapids we must cross
Refusing to dare have more to lose
While we are young, we must dare
While our souls still have flair
Or, soon on our death bed
We may be drowning in sea of regret
*Inspired by my long time journey to recover from gambling addiction and the chances I lost. But I did learn some of my greatest life lessons.*
Categories:
bettors, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Ganksta fools
coming at you incorrect
like thugs
Political dull tools:
Criminal IQ fakers
showing total disrespect —
Tick-tock bugs
Clock benders of societal rules,
indecent lawmakers
Cut the bogus tax check ...
Pinocchio ears on tapped phones,
sporting a swag orange rug
Bandito style old school,
Ruble.con hustle takers
pad the pimped pockets that Soviet forget
Leave no meat on the T-note bones,
give the pub a lick swindle hug
Sucker slurp the sugar cube rube voting ponies
Game the parlay bettors pool:
Earthworms vs the Dirt Rakers
House tissue money on a porcelain toilet
Rigged royal flush won’t payout right for any wrongs ...
So spit spin a Russian caliber propaganda slug
in two revolving roulette chambers of covetous harmony
Fifty cents to a thug dollar,
fifty-fifty you gon give
a doggy groan something’s wrong holla
Muzzle the lips wearing a Moscow collar
Let the enticed Oz eyes speak
in emerald envy locked jaw harmony
Silence! Colonizers of low pedigree
Categories:
bettors, hip hop, political, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Many novice players are not aware.
When they get two fives, never split the pair.
Simple arithmetic tells them they have a ten.
The same rules apply today as they did back then.
Bettors are better off doubling down on the hand.
Get a ten or an ace, and then they can stand.
Twenty or twenty-one has a better chance against the croupier.
Players will take those kinds of hands any day.
Split the pair, and then a ten card gets them fifteen.
If they get an ace, then there’s a soft sixteen.
Against the dealer’s cards, neither hand is too keen.
That is a fundamental rule at a glance.
They will not always win, but they stand a better chance.
Categories:
bettors, games,
Form: Rhyme
When most people lose their money in a casino,
profane language comes out in a steady flow.
That is something not unusual with losing money.
It seems to bring out the worst in everybody.
How many times do those bettors scapegoat me?
This is one thing that happens quite commonly.
What prime examples of immaturity!
Their puerile actions sometimes look funny.
Those things are here to stay and won’t go away.
I hear lots of profanity every day.
Categories:
bettors, games, work,
Form: Rhyme
Freedom/ slavery gestalt
What productions ensue
To get ahead and sequester the wealth
Without sacrificing leisure or health
Traditional paths wrought
Meet fault lines of fatal constraint
Free market bettors know ahead
To furnish class and a swollen bed
Its a good lie to tell
And what an enduring spell
Melting technologies, the wry adjustment
Polishing gold on titanic buttress
Be a good slave
And your freedom you will earn
Having much leisure to burn
And satisfy luminous craving
Model generations smugly implode
As the pension strategies erode
A numb cynical idea circulating
Running out the daylight in futility
All these antiques are left
The relics creak about in their shanty house
Framing wall paper and arranging eyelids
As they cling to a spiral demise
Categories:
bettors, business, dedication, education,
Form: Free verse
For those who hope clouds have a silver lining,
there is something they can bet on while dining.
They do not need to be on the casino floor.
Anywhere in the hotel, they can bet some more.
Hopes and aspirations are what this thing will spawn.
Monitors reveal the numbered balls that are drawn.
Every several minutes, new sets of numbers are revealed.
Huge jackpots in the multiple thousands it will yield.
To wager on this game, you do not need a lot.
Most patrons bet whatever little left they have got.
However, I warn you winnings are a long shot!
It is now in Atlantic City by popular demand.
You will see bettors with paper and pencil in hand.
This is a game most Las Vegas people will know.
It is the ever-popular game they call Keno.
Categories:
bettors, loss
Form: Rhyme
Outrider early morn,
When training hours are borne,
They are the needed arm,
Sun, cold, wind, rain or storm,
Outrider in the sun,
Whose work is never done,
Where horses on the run,
Keep bettors having fun,
Outrider in the cold,
Ones with hearts so bold,
Their stories often told,
Of skillful ways they rode,
Outrider in the rain,
Sha'n't wait the weather wane,
Is there to help again,
When loose ones run insane,
Outrider in the wind,
An utmost needed friend,
May everywhere they wend,
Such godspeed be with them,
Outrider in the night,
No fear, no fame, less light,
Night racing at its height,
Make safe the riders plight,
Outrider by and by,
Whether wet or weather dry,
They heed the riders cry,
They're the best, we can't deny,
Many "Thanks" we horsemen reply.
Categories:
bettors, animals, cowboy-western, people, places,
Form: Ode