Long Jackpot Poems
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Written: June 05, 2026, for a contest sponsored by sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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Cimmerian commonwealth
nursing holy brews
churning mysteries
with argent wands
Titans in penumbra
lean close—
brewing enigmas
with argent stems,
greasing the gears.
A grimoire of governance
flutters open,
pages full of
incondite lore
and hornswoggle headlines
nobody fact-checks.
Power studies itself
in a cracked mirror—
greed blooming
like desert weeds
that never dies.
Chiefs grin
their counterfeit harmony,
buying belief
at clearance prices.
Sages—late learners—
soothe the crowd
with honeyed noise
and velvet fog.
Farewell speeches flare
incarnadine,
promising everything,
delivering vapor.
Morals limp in last place
while oily fingers
rake the jackpot.
Imbroglio eternal—
truth rationed
in dogmatic chains.
Skyfoam slogans rise,
tiaras of lies
wilting under their own shine.
And we—
visceral, wary,
perpetually bemused—
watch the circus
spin its cabotage wheel.
Yes, yes—
The Illuminati runs the day.
Sure, mate—
and I’m the Pope
of Broadway.
Worthless lottery ticket!
I blew a pound,
Hoping you would be a winner.
I only used a quid I found,
But I could have spent it
On something wiser.
Worthless lottery ticket!
Should I become a miser?
Stupid lottery ticket!
You won ten quid.
Just three numbers matched.
You’ve done better than the last one did,
But I can’t go on a world cruise.
Maybe my luck will change…
Stupid lottery ticket!
Perhaps the next will be top of the range?
Improving lottery ticket!
You won thirty pounds -
But it sure isn’t a lot:
I can’t buy a big house with grounds.
A bit of luck, but not enough
(Although, I guess it’s better than I’ve had before).
Improving lottery ticket!
Will I ever win more?
Lucky lottery ticket!
Five numbers nets me five grand!
I hoped it would have been ten times that.
Come on, Fortuna, lend a huge hand
And help me match six numbers.
I want a life of ease.
Lucky lottery ticket!
Lady Luck, won’t you help me a little more, please?
Jackpot lottery ticket!
Six numbers at last!
I can leave work and enjoy life,
Being broke belongs in the past,
The world is my oyster now -
I’ve suddenly become handsome with charm and wit!
Jackpot lottery ticket!
Oh, darn – where did I put it?
Form:
I've thought long and hard,
it's time for the final change to worthless living;
I'll leave the stress and the hurdles
at home and flee from grieving,
throwing out ideas that are profane and unsound!
My luck depended on the right card...
I was scarred by an invisible sword
being deceived by clever liars,
suddenly letting down the guard!
It's time for the final change to living,
I'm bored, I'm broken going nowhere;
girls want money, jewels, and a good time,
they've drained my credit card in one single night!
I'm walking with empty pockets, except for a dime;
it can't even buy me coffee or beer, am I that smart?
Streets are empty, lights are dim, I turn into a hare...
running faster, trying to get somewhere!
Dressing up, I sprained my both arms,
I was rushing to meet frizzy-haired Sinead,
she had a long affair with crazy Fred;
what comes out of her big mouth is not clean,
foul words make her a proud and elite queen:
I am her puppet, she has many charms!
It's time for the final change to worthless living,
I turn around and start from the beginning;
ah, lust is the worst habit of weak men,
rich guys smile, while poor guys cry;
being humble is not asking anyone for anything,
trusting anybody is a terrible thing to admit!
You learn by living, but merely getting by:
is a meager wish that won't ever benefit!
I hop on the next train breathing hard,
and sitting down I find relief, then a sex pot
stands in front of me, I give up my seat,
" Thank you, sweety. " I look up and smile,
forgetting I'm not a millionaire who just won the jackpot,
I asked her for a date, she looked at me saying,
" It will cost you, I am an elite lady of the night:
is your answer yes or no? " I scratched my head frowning,
" I got robbed before by the same kind, I learned a lot..."
" You are a chauvinist pig talking to me that way, I am a cop! "
The Abundance Of Love And Money Writers Digest
I have had an abundance
Of love in my life
My cup does run over
Ever since I met you
My life has been filled
With love and happiness
I have had
an abundance
Of money in my life
When I met you
You were
my lotto ticket
You were my golden pig
You were the jackpot
Of the casino of my life
And now that I am an old man
I am overwhelmed
With such an abundance
Of love, happiness, and wealth
What if I die tomorrow
I will die content
With the abundance
Of everything I enjoyed
In my life with my golden pig.
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Never in my lifetime have I seen,
In any of the places I have been,
So many who have an infinite supply of steam,
Who to stir the pot are keen.
Day or night they are to be seen,
Discussing the best way to stir the pot clean,
Never asking for a bean,
And recruiting for free those who seem to have enough steam,
To help them stir up interest in a new dream,
Which should be good for cooks everywhere it would seem,
As they awaken those whose stir is more mean.
So, to cooks everywhere who keen,
To find places for their spoons to lean,
And a hook for their aprons that are clean,
They can sell their washing machine for more than a bean,
And the dishwasher as well now that pots are stirred clean,
By those who are only just working up steam,
Enough to score the jackpot of which they dream.
Imagine if you were to wake up one morning
To discover you're the big jackpot winner
Eighty-six thousand, four hundred dollars
You could treat the whole neighbourhood to dinner
Well you're a big jackpot winner every single day
Cause eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds
Are deposited in your Magical Bank account
Like a bonus sent down straight from heaven
Use them wisely your account could be closed
At any old time without warning
Time races by much quicker than you imagine
No guarantees you'll see another morning
So enjoy yourself, live your life to the fullest
Each second is worth much more than gold
Live and love with sweet kindness in your heart
It's a ticket straight to heaven I've been told
© Jack Ellison 2012
I don't know if I can manage
Any more heartbreak or damage
In my life, I'm gonna lose it
It's so hard to find a fit
That is perfect, just for me
I've been so lost and lonely
Looking for a love that might
Finally get me through the night
without any more nightmares
They will leave and disappear
Leaving me to question why
I wake up each day to cry
No one there to dry my tears
Or help me to face my fears
Telling me I'll be O.K.
That they'll never go away
Sticking by me till the end
All the romance they can send
Brightens up a day so bleak
Or be strong when I am weak
Giving me hope time and again
This time I will finally win
What I've always waited for
Hitting the jackpot to score
A love to call my very own
Little by little being shown
There's no need for searching longer
My heart beat is a lot stronger
Than its ever been, it's nice
To have a happy and sweet slice
Of this life, I have no greed
As your fulfilling all my needs
Life’s Aperture
by Odin Roark
Notice the light
Or lack thereof
How the details
Falter in shadow
But imprint in light
Naiveté thinking suggests
We can control light’s fundamental purpose
To assist our awakened perception
So why…
White/reds or shoot-ups
To leapfrog over natural time
Denigrating nature’s recharge
Yet
Oh how we think we know better
Pop a pill for this
Another for that
Pound our mood with her
Deflate our mood with him
On and on the quest to escape
Once
There was simplicity of understanding
When the sun came up
We did what we needed to do to survive that day
When the sun went down
We relaxed our weary bodies
Found simple comforts
Food
Drink
Sex
Sleep
Now
That perceptive opening
Our aperture of freedom
Is being coerced
Tempting self-sabotage
Dimness informs
Alerting deprivation
Presenting discovery’s
Illumination/Darkness
Might it be…
The yin and yang of lessons
One’s open and closed eyes
Has been reduced to manufactured
Mind games
Biological influences
Supernatural brainwashing
Infiltrating our sentient power
With imprisonment
Dreaming can’t flip a switch for enlightenment
Nor find solace in darkness
For light is light
Dark is dark
Each dependent on the other
As couplet perfection
To think about that
Is to wonder what higher cosmic intelligence
Would do with our evasion
Perhaps
It’s time to ask
Not what our brain can do for us
But what we can do for our brain
Ironically for some
There’s always Florida’s Mega Money jackpot
That sickly little ginger's eye is open again!
Oh she's loving her new sister in crime!
Look at them on the pedestal taking on all comers!
Shouldn't have been in the zone and you wouldn't
have gotten bit on the ass!
Oh now it's on, whoever is king of the mountain
is master of all they survey!
Frenzy and pandemonium at the call of dinner bell
is part of the ritual, aids in digestion!
I stole it fair and square, besides, I thought you
were giving it to me, no it's mine now,
step back, fool., you left it!
I will buy some time with this burger
under the couch while you compose yourself
and deal with it.
Ear wiggle on their backs getting pampered
and holding baba with all four paws time!
That one is not too big for a bottle,
every kitty deserves a baba!
Corn kitty has such grace, such style,
buttered up chest fur and look to the side
chew finishing and dive back into the corn.
She is actually using the paws as corncob holders, t
urning the corn for a fresh row!
Michael Jackson kitty is back, he is actually
watching beat it and doing the moves!
Singing kitty licks his/her lips to come in in harmony, what a good kitty, so beautiful!
Aww every kitty deserves a Japanese girl
to spoil it and tuck it in, give it a kiss goodnight!
Jackpot!
I am known as a sky rat, or a beach thief,
most call me a seagull and a nuisance.
I love to fly across the ocean freely, soaring with
my wings spread while darting into the water.
I see a photographer, maybe I will be featured,
instead I go unnoticed as whales are surfacing.
My eyes are keen as I search for crustaceans.
Feeling bored I decide to move onto the beach.
I tease humans with my little show and dance,
always winning a few scraps for my troubles.
No one knows my struggles to exist with my flock,
we squabble, fight and bully for food until bloodshed.
Crabs are our delicacy, it’s like finding the jackpot.
I will win you over with my beauty and charisma,
until you leave me with your lunch as you swim.
It then becomes all mine, except for the wrappers.
Yes, my reputation precedes me again!
7/09/2020
Contest: Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France