Long Lottery Poems
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Our tire blew on a country road;
We wobbled for a while.
A service station loomed; there was
A stranger with a smile.
"You need some help?" he asked.
"Your tire needs changing, I'm supposing.
They sell them down the road, but
It's two hours after closing."
We'd 40 miles left to drive
At night - that signaled danger -
But we were lucky that we met
This kind and able stranger.
He jacked the car and soon enough
The spare was set in place.
My husband tipped him handsomely;
Surprise was on his face.
"I think I'll play the lottery,"
He said and left his truck.
He hit the store, we waved goodbye
And hoped he'd have our luck.
walking in a quiet place
taking in the surroundings
not much to see, but it is what i need
coming back from somewhere between guess where and where the hell, i decided to just stop
i got that i-am-not-ready-to-go-back-to-my-normal-life-yet-dammit feeling
while staring into some type of space, stumble across a creek and almost fall in
i find a rock and throw it in
i then find another rock and throw that one in
becoming enjoyably addictive, i just continuously throw rocks until time becomes an ancient vapor in my mind
before i know it, then sun begins to go down
i say to myself 'i think i better be on my way'
you see, my watch read 6:38pm....and i have 158 more miles to go
if not for the job i have that made it possible for me to take this here trip, i would follow the arrow that reads 'something or 'nother beach-64 miles'
all of a sudden, i again begin to wish i could win the lottery
oh, the mere joy of real life!
Have you seen the poor, giving, putting others first?
Anyone who choose to give, learns to live
Perhaps you see so many gifts in life
Priceless gifts exist for you to pose with
I say compassion, kindness, and gratitude are features of gifts
New Agers know, one and all own gifts bestowed
Even your wealth, is with features other than dollars
Smile! canopy of sky holds time set candid cameras
Sleep, eat, pray, and play in smartest of ways.
I shall hold to the belief, that forgiveness, too, is key
Smell the very air you breathe; isn't it friendly?
You and I can climb to see of life's opulent amenities
Out of many, one color called love
Upstairs is cleared of cobwebs, lottery is shared, happiness is you.
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She shuffles in, shaking snow from her coat,
a woman whose face has forgotten warmth.
Her fingers tremble around a torn lottery ticket~
hope folded into a square.
The man beside her watches,
then unzips his own jacket,
sliding it over her shoulders
without a word.
She stares, uncomprehending,
as if kindness were a language
she'd stopped translating years ago.
Outside, the streetlights flicker,
casting long shadows of strangers
who suddenly seem less strange.
The bus arrives, exhaling steam~
a sigh against the winter night.
Alright, Alright, alright
sometimes I think about a while back;
I’m camped out in a parking lot
passed out in the back seat;
Knowing we get just one shot;
Up at dawn;
Just waiting for that clock to strike nine ;
Gotta get ourselves in that lottery;
Got a band to see,
gotta snag the first spot in line;
Sitting and waiting,
dreaming of infiltrating;
All those other cars on each side,
We aren’t leaving;
We just smile, patient, plotting;
Two cups of coffee,
hours of songs later;
Finally out of the car
holding the number we’ve drawn;
Exhausted, leaning on the wall;
More valuable than money,
that number and that timing;
We’ve been up all night;
Dreaming;
Waiting for this moment;
The man in front of us
has our hearts in his hands;
Slowly pulling out a number,
Alright, Alright, alright,
it’s all come down to this;
We got those tickets
It was worth every single second
Every moment of staying up all night.
Mission accomplished.
Alright alright ... Alright.
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Customary rites
For modern day marriage;
Ancient following
Spring cleaning
Ritual seizures fling;
Fatigue turns to mock
Describe your day
Okay To-Do List;
Unfinished business loiter
Silence speaks easy
Nothing need be said;
Stillness obeys
Fruit basket full
Spiced variety;
Fortune cookie message
Lucky numbers
Lottery stakes;
Win or lose big time!
Laughter lingers
Kitchen commotion;
Menu plan review
Washing dishes
Racking and stacking;
Maximize usage
Decide now
Not to decide when;
Tentative passage
Supermarket queue
Long and winding road;
Impatience at check-out
Telephone call:
Can you come?
Where and why prompts
Sad dreary day
Old friend gone;
Heavenly recall
Eulogy unheard
Nobody came;
Sorry aftermath
Sanguine moment
Melancholy greets;
Sorrow weeping
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore
Not crossed off Santa's list yet,
but, at my age, realistically
my Christmas' on this earth left
are few;
feeling blessed, for having
shared, so many of them joyfully
with you – mostly all having
bright white lights...just a few with
centers sad partings tinted
blue –
The tree is up; lit, with angels
and manger in their blessed
places – awaiting all those celebratory
faces; especially the little ones,
Jesus has a special fondness,
knowing each by our given name,
loving each as much, but no two
the same – by Father individually
created –
preferring evermore now prayer
to lift, over any manufactured nor
worldly gift – for no finer treasure
given God's man than God's Son...the
greatest lottery for us selflessly
drawn and won!
I hate that I love being in love.
I hope I win the lottery.
I love giving people money so I know
that every dollar I give for someone to live
will cause change in two ways.
I am so tired all the time because I feel like
I've been alive for so long.
Resistance is not a peripheral opponent.
It is self generated and self perpetuated.
It is the enemy within.
I no longer want to hold anything back.
I am afraid of dying only because
I haven't said everything I want say.
My brain never shuts up. I don't know
whether to gag it or give it a microphone.
I hope I have days where my inner peace
is so strong someone else can grab a
piece and borrow some.
Love is the secret you can't wait to tell everyone.
What is happening in the world today?
I really wish my life would change
Everyday’s exactly the same
Nothing differs in a good way
And I got no’ one else to blame
It’s like a picture in a frame
Just a pawn in god’s game
I was given this life I didn’t make it
To have to put up with all this
Eventually blows your head to bits
Not to mention a relationship
Great at the time, chuffed to bits
But messed up when you split
We’re all waiting for that big break
An opportunity for us to take
A lottery win, “wakey wake”
Stuck in a life that you love to hate
We’re running out of time for god’s sake!
Crumbling away like a Cadbury’s flake
To be rich with lots of money
How wonderful could it be?
Places to go things to see
Multiply your friends by three
But would it make you really happy?
Well it would help me
I can’t even afford to go out
Can’t afford a pint of stout
I sometimes want to scream and shout
I sometimes ask what’s it all about?
Random chain of events
preceded occurrence re:
guarding existence of me
interminable fits and starts
concerning self destruction
inherent within one measly
self important species.
Yours truly synonymous
with any chance reader
(of course inclusive those
untold past multitudes,
who trod upon this oblate
spheroid preceding one
anonymous groveling,
middling sniveling modest
*****sapien) pursuant
upon unknown destination
giving contemplative,
introspective, speculative...
pause every now and again,
asper bajillion prior
bipedal hominids, whose
individual deliberate or
random natural biological
impulses wrought sons
and/or daughters, whose
subsequent call, sans their
wild procreative proclivities
unwittingly begat the
unique chromosomal
combinations inscribed genes
imbuing each of us with
transient occupancy to revel,
relish, reckon very finite
number of orbitz around
nearest star, how longevity
(till mortality – leisurely
and/or vocationally)
expended, yet anatomically,
biochemically, physiologically...
linkedin with avast
gamut incorporating
unknowable determinants sole
fully cobbling wide, whirled
webbing, (albeit skein
microscopic) comprising
resultant Deoxyribonucleic
amalgamations, combinations,
emulations...throughout
untold generations eventually
giving (swell pregnant)
rise to healthy progeny
predicated on an uneventful
tragic mishap in utero
preceding parturition, which
miraculous seminal fertilization
regarding series of
fortunate events delineating
quintessentially strapping
robust tot destined (years later)
to continue human
species, thus I ponder
tremendous steep odds (analogous
to drawing winning lottery
ticket), when reproductive
processes diploid propagating
one after another ongoing
generation, yet in retrospect
every cellular T-Mobile
chance coupling attendant on
haphazard spontaneous
buzzfeeding circumstances
promulgating prolific primal
precedents begetting each
individual necessitating tenuous
fluke (worm hungers) engaging,
engendering, engineering...
(similar to science experiment)
endowing penultimate on the fly
fusion between two haploid cells
impossible to explain convincingly,
(asper in my mind) the notion
predestination intervenes
likened to invisible hand.