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Hey, you’re looking kinda frigid
Each step you take freezes the ground
Let me warm you up by taking
You out for some warm coffee
It’ll be a sunny breezy afternoon
Where the winds hit just right.
We playing a game of cards
And showing our poker faces.
If you don’t want to go fast
We can just slow down and
Take some aesthetic pics of
Our regal and cute dates.
I like to get straight to the point
But you love to dance around it.
So let’s postpone that question
And wear matching couple outfits.
Whatever we have won’t last long
It’s crazy how we’re afraid to be alone
But want to keep what we got on the low
We’re selfish the way we treat each other
It don’t matter cause
We just tryna have fun.
(alternatively titled eldest daughter despises us)
Eden (beloved eldest daughter) icy
flat tone of voice spoke volumes,
when she talked with the missus and me
courtesy cellular telecommunications key
December twenty seventh
two thousand nineteen
unwavering listless dull verbalization see
I subsequently told spouse, she
thy super smart self reliant progeny
fending for herself approximately
last half dozen years exhibits je
ne sais quois profound loathing
predicated growing up dirt poor free
quint lee lamenting deprivations re:
guarding legal tender adequate specie
i.e. money - at least compared to every
MainLine millionaire flush with dee -
suppose able income, and oft times
lovingly, pleasantly, unexpectedly...
receiving largasse gift horse courtesy
zayda (my father), who art not yet
in heaven sprung monetary help, ye
this second born and only son did
profusely think him (papa) lee
ving voice messages on his landline,
and tracfone, plus wrote heartfelt poem,
similar acknowledgement modus operandi,
when said offspring
became twenty three
years old - five days ago, nonetheless thee
admirable, dependable, honorable... née
holds Matthew Scott (namely he),
who helped beget
darling feels angry,
and doth plainly exhibits contempt
(you) dear reader guessed correctly
towards sorrowful dada,
where inescapable thralldom
doth invisibly chain
(think ghost of Marley)
apologetic sir, whose
precious kinder, I
will unwaveringly cherish
forever love and Revere
despite up Paul ling
destitution, grinding linkedin penury,
and red hot poker faced
anger, yes... dismay
prevails how unforgiving
once (Benny sent) baby,
inside joke, I attest neigh
scent "star student,"
now grown young woman,
no longer - figuratively
wrapped around yours
truly her finger
father who fell short, natively cree
hated abhorrent within re
cent mammary, bosom (hers)
harboring scathing unmasked vee
hum mint, blistering, rancorous,
seething, volcanic withering...,
no matter disgusting revulsion
toward aging mommy
and repentant daddy,
I LOVE YE EDEN + SHANA!
Sleepless, the body becomes
a mind map strung out on a bed,
color coded in degrees of pain.
Each movement sends an update,
a glowing patch of deepening red
or a lava line of heat solidifying
into a poker branding plunge
with a white hot X.
Staying still is only a temporary
reprieve, a lull for nerves to reset
and crank up for the next assault.
Inhabited space pressurizes
to send throbs pounding
on the walls of each weary cell
accompanied by waves
of relentless ache.
Thoughts clamber upwards
looking for a way out
but fall back into a dark
gravity, consumed by
that agonizingly slow countdown
when the next dose of oblivion
can be dribbled out of a pill
which, with any luck,
should get you through
until morning creeps across
your bed
with another installment.
On a sunny August afternoon
I went to the Bronx Zoo,
somewhat feeling blue...
I hurried to get there soon.
Tired of action movies, bowling halls,
long Poker games and silly talks;
I looked for new ways of sheer excitement...
perhaps animals would offer some merriment.
I walked around and observed hungry zebras
sticking out their long necks reaching for my bananas,
but the chimpanzees snatches them while they were distracted by a snake,
then quickly returned for more...Oh, I laughed hard at their stealthy trick!
The Bronk Zoo is located in the Bronx, one
of the five boroughs of New York City.
Dark serene
Alone and together
My world in chaos
Vocational anxiety
Financial sobriety
Yet all matters not
As I look to my right
Gaze at my Gucci
Amazed by her will
Her zest for life
Amidst physical turmoil
A ruthless journey
Made tolerable and enjoyable
By quintessential Alpha Dog
The Puppacino
The Gooty Goooooooot
My Boo Boos
The Salmon Queen
The Pasta Lover
The Yawn to Nose Nibbler
The Camel
The Beautiful One
The Poker
The Chicken Snorer
The Volleyballer
The Silky Coat
The Football Spot on Her Head
The Bird Chaser
The Sniff and Rub in the Grass Girl
The Horsey Dog
The Keeper of 'Head'
The Post-Shower Licker
The Beach Girl
The Mrs. Kisses
The Smoochy Gucci
The Stretch and Plop
The Head Hanging Off the Dog Bed
The Head Sleeping on My Pillow
The Snapping Turtle to Strangers
The Big Sis to Neeka
The Momma to BoyBoy
The Gucci Garbo
The Gallop Up the Stairs
The Trash Picker and Chewer
The Lover of Daddy Gravy
The Scaredy Cat of the Dog Door at the Old House
The Lover of Paseos
The You'll Need an Army to Cut My Nails
The Cancer Survivor
The Toughest ***** You'll Ever See
And as I share one last night
Just she and I
I feel lucky to be nearby
I promised myself I wouldn't cry
As the hour arrives
And soon, too soon
To bid my love goodbye
I will see you on the other side
Thank you, my Gucci
For one amazing ride.
(4/15/10)
Meditation Guru Me...
Spiritual tranquility (uber visionary)
welcoming yuletide zen,
sans relinquishing down
lyft ting thoughts
to state of minimal
mental activity, when
after some
few minutes elapse,
there imperceptibly arises ten
den sea for light
transcendent state
to materialize quite
by easing away
from deliberate concentration
coaxing insight, and detaching
thoughts to any plight
ordinarily feasting on consciousness,
and rendering me into
an anticipatory anxious
state outright
clutched by imagined fears
analogous to hearing,
and seeing monsters
(albeit 10,000 maniacs)
during the night,
which lumbering beasts
conjured with very
little (if any) might,
but imps of the pervert
(figure of speech)
scatter like cockroaches
upon dawn's early light
leaving me noggin
scrambled from vivid dreams
afflicting this good knight
wracking mine toes
to head approximately
seventy inches in height
which latitudinal measurement
of this man
doth displease,
cuz imagining myself
bigger methinks defending
myself from bullies,
would hove been ease
zee to manage,
yet in reality,
this lix lifelong man
remembers as a boy,
how he did freeze
even during heat of summer,
and at that time
no Ask Jeeves
existed, thus scared
and lonely yours
truly accumulated
daily inter leaves
of poker red hot anger,
and rage against the machine,
viz human unkind,
thus these latter days
crowded with dis please
zing pained memories,
that doth seize
this reclusive *****sapien,
whereat in mine hovel
nobody can tease
me, only during slumber
nasty, brutish and short
Hobbesian ghosts
disrupt my zzz's.
There are times you have no choice
To infinite unity, the tide comes as determined
You are part of the earth, the sun, the moon, the wind and the rain
I do not care who you are, I drink of the other fountain
Your jaws tighten your smile gets glued
Leeches bite to suck blood on your skin, by their own greed
// Act like a man of flesh and blood
Your card must be played, an ace or a joker
Ace has a higher value and joker is a substitute,
but this is not poker //
An obsession that wins over common sense
The power of judgment disappears a power higher than yourself
Use your energy to get out of the dark abyss
He stamps his brown paper bag and makes his choice
Open a bottle of vodka, alcohol's embrace
26.09.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Poem of the Day; 28.09.2017
Just for you,I stayed away from
a guys' night- out of cool poker;
even prevented myself from having
the pleasure of beer on the couch.
But while my hands poured detergent,
ten times over, all I heard were rambles
and gurgles while the plates kept
their oil around the edges. Yes, I tried
to fix your waistline filled with grease,
the pipe clogged from old age.
Serving me well, we both knew
it was time to mark you as junk;
sorry about this, I rang the cargo
man as my hands were beginning
to ache from arthritis.My insight
tried to think without being so
introspective; smudges and a
big loss of fun hours with the boys
made me decide to let you go.
Did I tell you my wife went out
tonight with the girls? And I am left
hanging on to piles of kitchenware,
just you and I on a dreary Saturday.
101 in a ROW contest -6
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We're a Gemini
One body, two different sides
Face remains the same
We try not to lie
We can have two opinions
Two sides of same tale
Gemini's are cool
But they are not mystical
It's just magic tricks
Now, in Ancient Rome
We're Romulus and Remus
Rome's quite famous twins
Raised on Palentine Hill
According to the legend
Romulus founded Rome
Gemini's old soul
Gemini's born in the Spring
As the flowers bloom
Here's the range of dates
Gemini's May 21st
Through June 20th
We're adaptable
Curious and quick-witted
Also, smart and fun
Now, the Libra sign
Gemini gets along with
Aquarius too
All three are Air Signs
Ruled by Air Elementals
All full of hot air!
You feelin' lucky?
We're like a coin, heads and tails
Shall we flip for it?
Now, you must be brave
Dangerous to flip a coin
With a Gemini
Now play the Pea Game
Now you see it, now you don't
Faster than your eye
Which one will you choose
Shuffling cups 'round the board
Geminis never lose
Now let's play some Darts
Geminis hit the bullseye
Always every time
Now let's Roll the Bones
Geminis will roll Sevens
While you roll Snake Eyes
Now let's play Poker
Gemini wins Ace High!
Gemini Joker
Gemini's Dream
We dream of Electric Sheep
As we fall asleep
It seems like it seems
Like others, Gemini's Dream
Dream within a Dream
Ask a Gemini
To give you our opinion
Which one will you choose
Don't tell Fairy Tales
Don't lie to a Gemini
We'll see right through you
Better hide yourself
Geminis have Third Eyes that
See into your mind
Another thing quite cool
Geminis see in your soul
And see what you are
You can't run and hide
Anytime from our Third Eye
It's just not advised
Gemini's Present
Geminis live in the past
The Gemini's Future
If you need someone,
Gemini's are True-Blue Friends
Will be till the end
Which is where we are
At the end of my poem
Gemini Goodbye...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
Poetry and poker may seem worlds apart,
One deals in words, the other deals in cards, But both demand courage, instinct, and heart, And knowing when to play your hand from the start.
A poet lays feelings upon the page,
A poker player enters the game with a wager, Both take their chances, both step on the stage, Both learn that every decision has a measure.
A poet may bluff with a metaphor or rhyme, A poker player hides what’s held in their hand, Both know the value of patience and time, And sometimes you win simply by learning to stand.
In poetry, your words can be your greatest play, A single line can change the room in a heartbeat, In poker, one card can change the whole game, One moment can make victory bittersweet.
Both require reading what isn't being said,
The pause, the silence, the look in an eye,
The words left unspoken, the thoughts in your head, The moment you choose to hold on—or say goodbye.
Sometimes you take a chance and go all in, Sometimes you fold when the odds aren't right, Sometimes the greatest victory isn't a win, But having the courage to step into the light.
A poet risks rejection every time they recite, A poker player risks losing every chip, Yet both keep returning, chasing that moment When everything comes together in one perfect trip.
Because life is a table, and we're all dealt a hand, Some cards bring joy, while others bring pain, But it's not just the cards that determine where you stand—It's how you play them when they come your way.
So I'll keep writing my verses,
And I'll keep playing my hand,
Because poetry and poker both help me understand:
Sometimes you have to bet on your heart,
Sometimes you have to trust your soul,
And sometimes the greatest hand you can ever play Is simply having the courage to tell your story whole.
By Shawn Muñoz