Life is a crap shoot
Roll dice, no guarantee
Good to be lucky!
CRAP SHOOT
Cap shoot
may suit.
No risk, no gain.
Challenge and venture!
Opportunity to capture.
May you succeed not run in vain.
Who cares for victory or defeat !
Make yourself sturdy and fit.
Life offers you chances.
Show your performances
to win or to loose
‘cause you decide to choose.
Shoot your films of life ! Take snaps,
not to shoot your dreams
ending in screams.
Crap shot to unravel marvels : Not craps.
11/20 /22
The Crap Shoot # 2
Contest by John Lawless
Roll the dice,
it’s a crap shoot;
Looking for paradise,
hard to refute;
I want racing hearts,
I crave intensity;
I need comfortable silence;
I know, it’s a crazy fantasy;
I want music between us
that only we can hear;
I crave fire,
burn me sweetly my dear;
I need you to finish my thoughts,
ease my spirit with a whisper;
I know, it seems impossible;
Roll the dice,
it’s a crap shoot;
You never know
unless you flip that switch.
It’s a Crap Shoot contest. 5/6/19
The game started a long time ago
In the dark recess of unsure times
On the board of wasteland unknown
With quicksand pierced by cactus.
The sky filled with storm clouds dismal
Looked for the silver lining unformed
Cast amoebic shadows drab and dubious
On the dissolved light of horizon obscure.
Veiled destiny had set the game for me
I had to play with me perforce alone
With the dices invisible I was born with
In the clasped hands of fate ambiguous.
The venture in the course of play
Pushed me down the quicksand
Showed me the sheen of dew on cactus
For me each footstep was a crap shoot.
May 5, 2019
CRAP SHOOT
Take your chance, random.
No worry: sure, to click once.
‘But,’ If’ or ‘Perhaps’
events roll, life progresses.
Probability makes way.
05/04/19
'THE CRAP SHOOT ' Contest by John Lawless.
On the surface
you’re all sweetness and light
But ...
the truth is life isn't a game
and if I were to start digging
digging deeper than a gravediggers soiled shovel
I'd see through your libelous lies
which spread daily
like a cankerous carbuncle
Well honey
I’m shooting from the hip -
why can’t you simply sit on your fingers?
Just cut the crap
I’m through with your festering fallacies
get a life
and leave me to live mine in peace
THE CRAP SHOOT POETRY CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
4/29/19
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