Long Gamble Poems
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Rumbling earth offers it's own baseline
Bones of the underworld crackle thunderously
Concussive forces driving Gaia's ecstasy.
The man watches as her eyes crackle menacingly
Mortal flirtations lusting for battle
Stone and Crystal, immense and fragile.
Booming, resonating, radiating, alive,
Conjured rumblings otherworldly
Each threaten alternately
To burst his chest
Or to implode it.
With each pulse, each soul-searing challenge of her gaze,
Every aching breath
Yet he remains, agonizingly still
And there is nought but to wait for her to move first.
It is a reaper's die cast in darkness
Uncalculated gamble of unwitting fortune
So he must wait.
Her almar might yet give a wary soul rest
Hiraeth, and hope.
Or unmercifully rend him hapless.
So lingers his being, languishing in exquisite agony
Hoping desperately, and rumbling as eldritch runes 'neath horrors unknown.
Between spacetime ripples
lurk dark energy waves,
emanating from the void
strange forces hold me slave
I mean! What type of creature/
flies a kite in thunderstorms
One searching for answers
carrying Cain’s multiple forms?
Left to roam earth’s surface,
blind man at the controls,
Free will: a human delusion,
designed for plugging holes
Filling up wishing wells
that possess no walls or gold,
If angels once flew here,
torn scapulas failed to hold
Inconsequence yields potential
for those without aim,
Living in guilty dreamland,
faking the conscience game
Fate’s not predestined,
broken paths bifurcate the way;
Either side are minefields,
where decimal points blow astray
Catatonic medication
seeps into my mind
Light speed slows down
bringing stability of a kind
I stare at open ripples,
stretching ever far apart,
reflecting chronic heartbeats,
flatlining from the start
Can barely make an effort
to clear my cluttered desk;
paperweights grow heavy,
the inkwell more grotesque
Time — time is endless
when prepping a final letter.
No sense quoting scriptures;
makes the flood outside seem wetter
To hell cast this world,
gamble away life’s coffers
Nothing left but truth
that only entropy offers
Chip the tip off a bullet,
Russian roulette my head
Peep inside the hole dum-dum,
you can always bank on red
Question marks hang over Cain;
mine has proven true
Decimal point erred again,
later resurfaced askew
Left to bear its blunder,
I send my kite into a storm tonight,
To hear the heavens rage,
“That decimal point was always right”
By
David Kavanagh
Do you know
Where the wind blows
How do you go
To where the wind blows
On accompany bound
North Carolina found
Down the coast
Out the window of a greyhound
Day dreams
Just won’t let me sleep sound
“Life’s a gamble
At terrible odds
If it were a bet
How would you take it”
Up at the lighthouse
Lake Superior, I’m here
Skating across the ice
Minnesota’s lovely winter song
Downtown Duluth
Across the red bridge on my own
It was a five card draw
Cocaine in an empty mans straw
Little blind short
It was big blinds bluff
Inordinate of a pack of Newport’s
Fell in love waving goodbye at the airport
Welcome back home
Were you lost or alone
Because you’re no one
Just as were when you left
Did you find your fun
Hitchhiking all by yourself
I made it back to peace
On a coarse to no where
Fresh out of Love Joy, Georgia
Do you know
Where the wind blows
How do you go
To where the wind blows
I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder.
Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream of consciousness abandonment
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy
swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent
exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding
equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid (think lightspeed) went.
Yours truly his own worst critic aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,
nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear
yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies
did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,
who sought (wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear
without sympathy merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.
Now I believe in
When the electronic machine said “I win”
Resorting in a town called city of sin
Coins dropped from below
Real American money you know
Proper start to my romantic night
Prime Rib, Lobster, and waistline ever so tight
This is something I believe in
Shaking my tonic and gin
Waiting for my next of kin
Suddenly she appears
Having a sneer
“Did you make the reservations for dinner?”
“You being such a winner”
“No,” I replied
After hearing what she cried
Shaking the Casino plastic container
That quieted my wedding bliss complainer
“We eat for free
You and me”
I reported
To the one I once courted
“That is what I see
Now maybe they will waive the entertainment fee”
Leaving my drink leaning on the machine slot
No longer needing another shot
I welcomed her with a hug
Since she was my love bug
“So how much is there?”
She gave me a stare
“Enough for two rib eyes
No lie
Shall we go
And afterwards take in a show.”
She then whispered in my ear
Starting with “Oh dear”
“Now I believe in
What you were past due in
Had a certain purpose
No strings or curses.”
Walking hand in hand
They passed a man
Who just smiled
Knowing tonight the deuce was wild
Paid off in style
With a pair
Cashing in on a lifetime affair
He lives in New York, where skyscrapers cast
long shadows, and people move fast
Yet his pace is slow
To wherever he goes
Years spent in the bottle
had taken its toll,
so much of his memory it stole,
Indeed, so much of his soul
He had gambled with drugs and booze
And he lost that bet,
He had paid his dues
He still had regrets
But now he's found sobriety
His saving grace,
From a world of notoriety
To a better place
He is thankful that life had shuffled the deck,
And gave him a hand he could play
Otherwise he'd been a wreck,
Living in a world of gray..
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Closer that dreaded angel comes,
Nearer my God, to Me.
Family fallen, too near the edge.
I walk in doom for tomorrow.
In crazy and cowardly remote concerns,
You, death, draw a lottery place in line.
Gamble me this, pitiful reaper,
Are you even real?
Within two feet now,
A rattling within my rib cage staggers,
But my brother drank his death,
And my new mother's mind just withered.
Chronically brain is wet and warped,
But I was born into your game.
Allergic to kindness and good works alike,
Death circles my brain, my drain in perpetuum.
Your manufactured trap of vomit and cane,
And sugar plum dreams of gutters and glee,
I dodge you again, but for luck or for timing,
Life leaves daily, per moment of fear.
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep abandoned
And losing yourself in the mindless
spatial distance
You play two handed poker
with the devil of the night
The Prince holding only one card,
as you gamble it all…
Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”
He relays his wagered truth,
with a baton of shattered tears
But time recovers,
the present firing upon the night
Hitting it at last dead center,
the debris now quicksand
Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals
Salvation now in full retreat,
—all exits thrice denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
How I see my Siblings
Nine faces born of the same seed,
Each with their own want and need.
Yet through these lines I seek to know
Which roots have helped me grow.
Eldest Brother
Eldest brother ruled with whip and shoe,
Each harsh strike taught lessons I never knew.
Meeting him meant fear would pave the way—
Childhood dread that shadowed every day.
Second-eldest Brother
Second-eldest brother grew timid and shy,
Now gentle and patient as the years slip by.
He’d never harm a creature, nor chase off a fly,
Kindness is his kingdom under every sky.
Eldest Sister
Eldest sister sat upon her haughty throne,
Deemed me a blister, left me so alone.
She trod the world in silk while I was unseen,
Her regal arrogance made me feel obscene.
Twins
Twins swam through life like fish lost without fins,
Their fortunes adrift as each gamble begins.
Chasing illusory wins with hopeful despair,
They scramble for answers that vanish in air.
Me (the Black Sheep)
Then came the black sheep who begged only to please,
Taunted and teased, I mastered the art to appease.
Bruised by the laughter, I fashioned my own shield,
Learning through silence the strength not to yield.
Youngest Brother
Youngest brother burst forth before breath had its time,
A spark of pure mischief in rhythm and rhyme.
He popped every bubble with laughter and spite,
A rogue ever roaming, eluding the night.
Second-youngest Sister
Second-youngest sister lived fearless and free,
Her heart danced with courage for all eyes to see.
Some called her reckless, yet her spirit took flight,
Embracing each moment in wild, blazing light.
Youngest Sister
Youngest sister cherished as pearl in a shell,
Grew distant and cool—her warmth none could tell.
She slipped through our grasp like a soft drifting sigh,
Leaving behind echoes of love gone awry.
Nine faces born of the same seed,
Each with their own want and need.
Yet through these lines I seek to know
Which roots have helped me grow.
written by Mintra J Manksingh Jan 2008
Form:
The Glass Armor
The rhythm of life of God’s intended spark
Is a soft, pulsing light in the center of the dark.
I’ve spent a lifetime building walls of heavy, rusted steel,
To hide the tender parts of me—the parts that truly feel.
But I have learned that armor can become a heavy cage,
A prison built of silence and a fortress built of rage.
To be hopeful is a gamble, a throwing of the dice,
It’s walking on the water when you’re used to solid ice.
I am laying down the defenses, unlacing every plate,
And standing in the open at the mercy of my fate.
It is the watcher's burden, and the Sovereign’s quiet grace,
To show the world the truth that lives behind a weathered face.
Vulnerability is the power that the fearful never know,
It’s the secret, silent water where the deepest lilies grow.
It’s the shaking of the spirit as the new world starts to bloom,
And finding there is beauty in the center of the room.
I am reaching out a hand, though the hand might not be met,
And placing all my chips upon a sun that hasn't set.
For hope is not a feeling, it’s a choice to stand and stay,
To believe the dawn is coming at the closing of the day.
It’s the cracks within the metal where the light begins to pour,
Finding strength in softness that I never knew before.
I am raw and I am ready, I am open, I am me—
A guardian of the heartbeat, finally daring to be free.