Gamblers Poems - Poems about Gamblers

...YOU CLAIM TO BE ACE ROTHSTEIN A BOSS COMMITING HIEST ON DISABLED ELDERLY PERSONS BREAKING INTO MOBLE HOME GOLF CARTS AND MEDICATION BOXES RETRIEVING ANTIDEPRESSANTS HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE MEDIC......Read the rest...

..."It's like an Agatha Christie mystery where the tail is the head," ... by Poet. Since when do shadows privy forward, wealth measured lead imbue the Sun's light, none be the tray of h......Read the rest...

...In 1890, cowboy Bob Womack found gold at the base of lofty Pikes Peak! In short order a ramshackle town was founded called Cripple Creek. Hordes of gamblers, 'soiled doves' and prospectors hopin' t......Read the rest...

...Gaslight room you had it all the laughing and dancing You gave me words but no tune How time goes by when you're trying to enjoy yourself Doffing your head its the madness without a glint ......Read the rest...

...Love is a gambler’s game Either way it goes, You’ll never be the same I gambled half my pot And sent out my greatest ship But unlike what I thought, Cards of hearts were never flipped Soon......Read the rest...

...Curiosity mounts as the crowd gathers on the hill. Curiosity mounts as the banner stood still. The well that fed me from my youth has open from the mouth and the ships on the sea began to move in per......Read the rest...

...I find little wrong with lotto. They don’t play it in a grotto: Hotels and parks lovers go to; Camera free with its photo, On some scene of play priest’s motor. He knew where the rivers flow to.......Read the rest...

...We live as gamblers monumental exposures Karma camera......Read the rest...

...Darkness was descending in a crawled dread, entering evening’s creepy gloom by that fence vile and sharp as evil silhouettes of greed’s luv.. In the n......Read the rest...

...He appears in a photograph of his life there are no faces, nor anyone who lived in a memory. Images develop. That long table was a smorgasbord where he left only bones and crumbs. There is ......Read the rest...

...Rounds by Michael R. Burch Solitude surrounds me though nearby laughter sounds; around me mingle men who think to drink their demons down, in rounds. Now agony still hounds me though else......Read the rest...

...With a fresh cup of coffee, I stepped outside to have a peek. It was another peaceful morning, in the valley around Soup Creek. I caught the glint of a Winchester, a model ninety-four. It was acro......Read the rest...

...Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty a country gal, ran away to the city Worked in a bar, dancing on tables beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables Looks for love, but only finds bums lowlife......Read the rest...

...Technological Transition to a Modern World David J Walker The Earth comprised of earthy scent Labored sweat Grim regret 80 years have sown The Earth revised by measure lent The hunter......Read the rest...

...Behold the cold village Baskerville fog and holiday summer fields bundling hay, the Officers Club back door buying grog till all our money slowly pissed away! And lock and load shoot to k......Read the rest...