THE GAME
Here's to the game
of men and their ball.
The helmeted warriors
of winter and fall.
Explode off the line
with a thunderous crack.
Bust through blockades,
and pushing them back
Cover the field,
defend from attack.
Holding the line,
and making the sack.
Advancing position
with power and speed.
Get slamed to the ground,
got no time to bleed.
Flying down field
at incredible paces,
grab bombs from the air,
and off tips of shoe laces.
Giving the order,
making the read,
the rarest of athletes,
a talent to lead.
Engaging attackers,
forging the hole,
protecting their leader,
the heart and the soul.
heat, snow, or rain,
blood, sweat, and tears,
fighting through pain,
attack without fear.
For their city, the peolpe,
their brothers, their name.
Most important of all
for love of the game.
With prowess, and grit,
they give it their all,
for the ultimate honor,
enshrined in the hall.
truth or dare is your game
truth or dare is your worth
a gem of a dare is a gem of a truth
a gem of a game is a gem of a truth
a gem game is a gem truth
your game is your worth
your game is your worth of a gem
truth or dare is a tale
to tell a tale is to tell the truth
to tell a tale is to tell a dare
dare to tell the truth
dare to tell a tale
worth a tale
worth a game
truth or dare is a mountain of truth
truth or dare is a mountain of a mountain
dare to tell a mountain
mountain is mountain of truth
dare to tell a tale,dare to tell a mountain
a game is a mountain of a game
worth a mountain,worth a game
shooting
three pointer
nothing but net
victory
We stand at our post
ready to move at a moment's notice
~ pawns and officials mere puppets
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Heart shaped glasses
Bottled sadness
The perfume of melancholia
Sold as aphrodisiac
Somewhere between
Smoke and rum
Between the sheets
All is fair
In love and
Other indoor sports
Having a run, but not in hand,
Excited for I know my prize is grand.
It’s time to draw, but not from the deck,
I drew too much, now my figure’s a wreck.
Making lines, my soul further in debts,
I add more lines, I like placing bets.
Instead of pounds, I use my own,
A little more cautious, now down to the bones.
A little on edge, for my cover mustn’t be blown,
Acting as stoic as possible,
Expression like stone.
I try and do my best bluff,
But maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I might tap-out, for luck’s not in my favour,
My turn is overdue, I should’ve signed that waiver.
Knowing if I lose, the cost will be major,
But I’m not too scared,
For my life is something I often wager.
Rules of the Game
Before you open the bottle
You need to lay down the rules
What’s in and out of bounds
But don’t spend too much time
Because once the game starts
There are no rules
And that’s why we love to play.
(9/8/25)
I said, "Okay! Let's play a little game.
I'll pick a number, and I'll pick a name.
And if you can guess neither,
you'll have to watch my Peter,
while I paint your new door and the new frame."
my russian blue cat
static like a statue
on the sun-warmed
window ledge
laser-focused eyes
fixate
on the gum tree
leaves tremble
then still
shrewd cat waits
wet nose
smearing the glass
a robin’s fleeting shadow
darts across
a pool of sunlight
diving into
the center of the light
then swooping back again
in a blur of motion
my cat pounces
chasing the robin
around
the carpeted floor
over and over
he paws at
the imaginary catch
but each time
elusive robin
slips away
The downhill slope
I'm on that side,
less time remaining
of life's wild ride.
Don't know the answer
to when it ends,
for if I did
might change the spend.
Have had my share
of ups and downs,
with smiles a many
but sometimes frowns.
This life has taught me
it's a complex game,
while our rules may differ
we all end the same.
In the casino hall, the reels all turn,
Lights keep flashing, the bright fires burn.
Coins keep ringing, neon signs glow,
The thrill builds higher with every throw.
Roulette spins fast, the bars are alive,
Cigarette smoke in the aisles will dive.
New slot machines shine bold and bright,
Luring with stories, tempting the night.
Players wait, their hands held tight,
The reels spin on in a fevered flight.
But times have changed, the world has grown—
The casino now fits in your home.
Where smoke once curled in the midnight air,
Now glowing screens take you there.
New Online Slots at UnionSlots call out to start,
With the same old rush and a beating heart.
From the shimmer of lights to pixels’ gleam,
From crowded floors to a quiet dream.
Each fresh release feels like Vegas fame,
Without the smoke, but with all the same game.
---
I can't swear that you will cry,
Everything is known, yet look, we both walk with a gentle smile.
I don't know what people are searching for, a Ram, a Rahim, and a Supreme Being.
What is this story of theirs that they consider true, clinging to it with their soul?
Even after death, they continue to connect their relationships with it.
Children are the destination, so progeny is the reckoning,
The taste of deeds, bonds, likes and dislikes is also unique.
Everyone has to travel the entire country.
Worry thought it would end on the pyre,
From there, another worry burned.
Say, "Ram's name is the truth," there is infinity in the words.
Therefore: They are ignorant of this game, where truth is in the name of Ram, and death is also in the name of Ram. All are Lakshman, the goal is salvation (Moksha), keep playing...
**RAMAYANA**
With love to all,
OM namah shivaya
OM Jagdish bajantri (mhabharamnad)
Life’s a ladder swaying high.
Dice are spinning wild, across the sky.
Some rolls lift me to the sun.
Others drop me, the snake has won.
Still I climb, to what fate may bend—
I’ll play this game until the end.
Ladders rise and snakes descend.
Turn the board and toss again.
Every throw’s a twist of chance,
rise or fall in fortune’s dance.
To rung or coil, I take the spin—
I'm scared; I'm waiting to step in.
Some rungs blaze like golden fire.
Pull me closer, lift me higher.
Some snakes grin with painted eyes.
Drag me down from stolen skies.
Yet even from the ground below,
I’ll roll again; Up I'll to go.
Every square’s a story told.
Every roll for young and old.
Some will break and some will bear.
Some will vanish into the air.
But still I play, for in this game.
Every drop and climb's the same.
Life’s a ladder swaying high.
Dice are spinning wild, across the sky.
Some rolls lift me to the sun.
Others drop me, the snake has won.
Still I climb, to what fate may bend—
I’ll play this game until the end.
Intrinsically dull
he tried to raise hell...
In the card game of life
invariably shelled
The last game name we both have started playing is so cool teenage stuff!
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