Long Wagers Poems
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I feel my luck will change if I give it one more try.
However, this is something my peers will deny.
A jackpot awaits if I push a button or pull a lever.
I have lost a lot of money. It cannot go on forever.
To make more wagers, I am ready and able.
Perhaps I will recover my losses at the table.
No, that is nonsense. I will lose more money.
Just giving these avaricious operators my assets is not funny.
Deep down inside, I must tell myself “no”.
I find it difficult to stay out of a casino.
Yes, these stately pleasure domes have me hooked.
If I keep playing, then the golden goose is cooked.
"The Looped Vision of Futures"
The loop plays non-stop
the needle steps out of time
into the groove of you and me
all of us played for time we are their revelry
hockey pucks struck by
the quiet hidden demons
smiling and licking their lips
already tasting our souls on a vicious ice field
lives matter no matter the colour of political greed
time repeats over the record cracks
verdicts and untruths the bells ringing out
once the song of that king of civil rights now forgotten
the bill players kiss each other with glee
prayers and confessionals are wasted
on all your wise misspent revolutions
wafers dipped into a book of wagers
profits and losses lost in tombs all black sealed
could questioning minds make poetry
from a death's throat opened to sing
fresh air to breathe
evolve some kind truth
for humanity’s last minute a saved dignity
and still the elephants march into the room
slowly holding in their adrenaline trunks the dry bones of doom
swinging low vibes slyly into our world view
in their silent hidden stoic hypocrisy
are we simpletons not alone
wanting some humanity
sanity dies on the detour neck of a road open
when we are down on our knees
praying for some brevity
shortness of time
waves wash over you and me
in that vacant parking lot we wait
when the war has dissolved
what remains of the forgotten beautiful dream
broken sutures misplaced in a corner
no longer no blue nor no green
some bad dream
shelved on parchment hidden
in cracked pots of clay forgotten in caves
some other world's dark gone wrong history
ignored,
ghost wars
crying out
caught and unheard
for some Light and some peace
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Red Queens Black Kings"
"Poetry green leaves with blue veins bleed
Razor sharp life cuts imprints words do breathe"
Smiles and waves
O Sweet black empathy
How’s your Happy House today?
Swallows sing
Four and twenty blackbirds and
A closed fist full of blood and rusty crucifix nails
beckons stooges all empty souled owls
holding their messages in blunt talons
sit in their caged closets
full of secrets plenty
whistling iron beaks
they’ve envelopes
to steam
there sit the jaded sinners
all winners
open table
dealing wagers
and best bowers
for hot kitties
Black Kings
Red Queens
holding their messages in blunt talons
sit in their caged closets
full of secrets plenty
whistling iron beaks
they’ve envelopes
to steam
Smiles and waves
O Sweet black empathy
How’s your Happy House today?
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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Happy House/Sioxie and the Banshees
“If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favour you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.”
“I hate writing, I love having written.”
“It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.”
“That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgement.”
Nathan Gilmore hit the news
Was it his bloodline or did he choose STUDY GUIDE
A life to kill, a life to die
Was he trained or is it lies
Propaganda still it reigns
Still... it's there to fill our brains
A poor man's game of solitaire
A piece of fat from those who care
When they’ve taken all but your last best
Take all you won so they don’t forget
But if you bet and do not win
Acknowledge one day you will try again
Don’t let pity still your gains
You earned that gold, you won the game
Friendly wagers are never lost
But make sure you can cover cost
Well fed, you look but can you play
Or are you one with something to say
I've but a moment or two to spare
Please don’t stutter and don’t be scared
Yes, to you, it's important though
But if you don’t speak up, I must hurry and go
Choose your words wisely, think before speak
Ask me questions but please keep it brief
The answers are foreign some call them trash
So, ponder your choices before your question is asked.
"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"
Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for outcasts such as Wednesday
Revenge for brother, brings on her sinister way
Dysfunctional families—ivory towers make wagers
Enrolled are lost souls and morbid teenagers
Like Arkham Asylum, a long and brutal history
Medieval mayhem come to life again in her story
Nevermore Island, Romania’s Nevermore Academy
Unconventional practices become their enemy
Designed for students with extreme personalities
Who don’t think their practices convey abnormalities
Is an all American coming-of-age supernatural
Tangled in spider silk or it’s web, which is factual?
And there it is the unscrupulous psycho-therapist
A principal’s shapeshifter and her sorceress rapist
Forcing thoughts back into some semblance of order
Werewolves, vampires, gorgons, and sirens who boarder
Are the architectural texts with applications ubiquitous
And the requisite archaic desperate mass exodus
Dark long tresses, paints it black in gothic dresses
Many who are romantic interests she addresses
Rises to an ovation with a most clever shadow dance
Sanity, reason, balance, rationality, and much arrogance
Behind the smiling facade of normality where lie derelicts
There lurks a psychopathic serial killer, and other convicts
Beyond their control, declined their world of decadence
Insanity, lunacy, madness, the outcasts show no evidence
Highly severe psychological and physical illnesses?
Or real paranormal abominations and alien devises
Guiding her are messages from the beyond with passion
Her lecture combined intellectual lucidity and compassion
losing at some game
produces very little shame
no one else to blame
pride quite easy to reclaim
nothing ventured nothing gained
big or little stakes
wagers may keep minds awake
or make weak souls shake
don't bet what shouldn't be lost
keep in mind that final cost
losing in a war
involves relatively more
lost for evermore
may be people you adore
wagered in deadly gore
bet all of one's mind
on what remains undefined
life a non-stop grind
of intensely out of line
dancing with wild emotion
keep the odds in scope
know when it's time to say nope
don’t ante last hope
when on that slippery slope
full of angles and false tropes
Where is love?
I've spent all my years looking
From green hills to sandy beaches
I've looked to the Heavens
And perhaps even indulged the depths of Hell
I've pleaded and made wagers
I've even prostrated myself to God
Again and again I ask the question
Where is love?
If love could be found surely I'd have done so
By now I'd be in some delightful romantic dinner
Swapping stories about rude customers
While eating a beautifully cooked steak
We'd look into each other's eyes
And the spark would ignite a flame
Before I slept I'd not have wept wondering
Where is love?
Perhaps I'll never find love
Because I can't even love myself
An overweight 27 year old man with a lazy eye
Working part time at a grocery store
Still just figuring out what this life really is
I see no value when I look into the mirror
Years of torment from my peers
Served only to heighten disparate fears
Where is love?
I've run out of gods to beg
I've run out of bottles of beer to consume
And my poetic verse suffers
In moments like this it's just raw emotion
My hand flying all over the paper
Hoping to make sense of my feelings
Ten years of lonely nights could drive a man mad
Always wondering
Where is love?
Nascent thought provoking
threads flit to and fro
unseen solitary pinball wizard
cavalierly fiddles indiscriminately
leveraging outcome
silently holistic thought fragments
strewn staccoto scattershot
attenuated blitzkrieg
brain storm saturates,
par for course sandtrap engulfs,
chaos reverberates within
besieged cerebral corridor,
quotidian mental onslaught
spurns refugee exodus,
psychological ploy asper viable coping
function forgoes figurative
foothold toe tully forfeited
tenuous grasp slips forcing migration,
Sans psychotic shrapnel
clefts emotional well being,
without rhyme or reason
sense and sensibility rent asunder
rational, overall logical
modus operandi quashed
dealt fatal savage thrust
soundless insanity relentlessly pounds
fifty plus shades gray matter
noiselessly bombarding
lofty craft cognitive faculty atelier
strafed emotional rescue
relegated to twilight zone
outer limits house barbed bereft ken
dolled, hallowed, and lobotomized
mined kempf desecrated sacred reliquary
orbits like a neurological asteroid belt
Self healing fragments repelled
despite fervent application grounded
evincing proof of positive thinking
courtesy Norman Vincent Peale
fore gone conclusion crowning
accursed albatross gussied as SPD
(schizoid personality disorder)
undefeated champ decamping forever
within noggin of this mortal male
til death do me part!
His name was Vince
And he liked to mince.
The product there to convince,
There was no equal to Vince who liked to mince.
No matter what people brought to cook
If Vince got a look
Then it would end up as another mince dish,
He would even mince the fish.
There was no longer any peace of mind,
When Vince began to grind.
The people in the village had, had enough,
And decided to get tough.
Enough they said we don't mean to be unkind
But you really must stop this daily grind
My name is Vince and I like to mince
And unless you find something I can't mince
My daily grind you will have to mind.
Was the reply from Vince who liked to mince.
That won't be too hard thought the villagers,
And pretty soon they were making wagers
On how long it would take to stop his daily grind.
On the first day they presented a sack of limes for Vince to mince.
Before he could say I'm Vince and I like to mince they were but another load of mince.
On the second day he even managed to mince bag of coconuts,
Which drove the villagers nuts.
On the third day Vince was all set for another day of grinding.
Out the villagers came and presented him with a box tied up with string.
Vince took the box and cut the string.
Inside was a piece of paper
And on the paper in this order
Was, my name is Vince and I like to mince.
You win he said as he bowed his head,
Although I am Vince and I like to mince
My words I just can never seem to mince.
In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like
Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads
down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking
up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots
of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To
start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep
us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water,
to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a
horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse
life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.
Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With
out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all
day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters
place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track
betters window.In a horse life..