I’m at the table locked in
Eyes sharp
No slack
Clocking every twitch you make as I’m running it back
You’re shuffling like you’re steady but your pulse says no
And I’m reading every crack in the confidence you show
I don’t bet on luck
I bet on the slip
On the breath you hold
On the shake in your grip
You smirk like you’re loaded with a hand worth gold
But your fingers freeze up and your story unfolds
I learned this game broke
Grinding hand after hand
Turned every bad beat into part of the plan
Now I’m stacking up the pot while you’re stuck guessing
I don’t chase cards
I chase who folds while stressing
So when I drag in the chips and the whole room knows
Just remember
I didn’t win on the cards
I won on the tells you chose
filigreed wings flap,
a stir, lift off on the cards
flight of fantasy
Two defining features
set man apart from sheep
And every other creature
that fly or swim or creep
Have you ever seen an animal
that daily cooks its chow
Humans are the only ones
be it vegies chooks or cow
A magpie with a microwave
that really is a laugh
To eat a roasted worm or two
not ever cut in half
And what is the outcome
of all this processed junk
The plastic fills the oceans
and the land is full of gunk
Sickest of them all
is the man who makes the mess
Disregarding all the species
he couldn't care much less
Is extinction on the cards
for all that does exist
Try hard to treat the world with love
don't be a pessimist
If you want your day to end on a productive note.
It may pay, to this poem about nothing take note,
In order to take away something of note.
A well planned nothing in your day,
Will help you make something of your day,
As doing nothing for 15 minutes minimum each day,
Could help you complete all tasks for the day,
As a mind that races through the day,
Seldom has a body to match the pace on any day,
With disasters and costly mistakes on the cards by the end of the day,
With either mind or body no longer present the next day.
Whereas a mind that can go blank once a day,
Will take the body with it all day,
And both mind and body will be in tune for another day.
So next time you are asked by the boss at work or at home,
"what are you you doing"
You will be proud to say "nothing"
And the wise boss will just smile and say Nothing,
Knowing it will lead to something,
That is better than nothing.
Today my life at 53,
I think way back and disagree,
With many choices made by me,
They paved my future guaranteed,
I guaranteed to live as one,
I've had my share of love "that's gone ",
I guarantee my grief won't end,
With time I know the hurt won't mend,
I guarantee I will offend,
I'm false I just pretend my friend,
I guarantee I'm half the man,
I try and do what most men can,
I guarantee my life's no fun,
I've past the point of a re-run,
I guarantee health will diminish,
My hunger pains well they just vanish,
I guarantee I'll lose another,
It's on the cards my mother's brother,
I guarantee he'll get good care,
And as a family we'll be there,
And with that thought,
I look back with a smile,
I made one perfect choice,
My loving partner by a mile.
Sausage Mannnn super Hero to the people
Protector of his city
Was happy…. yet something was just lacking
That being …..His love life was not so pretty!
It had been quite some time now
Since he had a lady by his side
Feeling somewhat lonely
It was time for cupid to be his guide
One morning while in his favourite cafe
Sausage Mannnn met the girl of his dreams
Romance and love happened quickly
Destined to be together it seemed
“Sausage Mannnn” fought the bad guys
Knocking them right off their feet
Then wrapping his weapon tightly around them
Taking the bad guys of the street
He had never shared with her his super hero status
Or the size of his weapons entity
Afraid of how she may react
To knowing his true identity
The day had come to confess his truth
As a proposal was on the cards
His sausage heart was pounding
Hoping she would still hold him in high regard
He mustered up his courage and told his beloved his truth
Nervously asking “ Are we still be going to be life partners”
With a grin from ear to ear, she replied
“Oh Absolutely!!…. and we will make lots and lots of chipolattas!!”
No wonder so many are feeling low,
When buying by the kilo,
Seems the only thing to do,
When prices are only going to grow,
Or when 2 for $5.99 gives off a false glow,
That makes one forget what few now know,
That dealing the budget a fatal blow,
Will not keep blood pressure low,
Especially when the quality of the product on show,
Is not something we care to know.,
And buying by the kilo,
Adds weight where we do not want it to show,
Unless the amount we throw,
Continues to grow.
So, how can we get out of jail here
When specials are everywhere?
Maybe it is as simple as doing the math's before we go anywhere,
And taking out cash before we go there,
So temptation is not on the cards when we get to the store,
And in the long term to get back to prices that compare,
With quality that is sure,
We can make sure our children do their math's homework more.
Entangled Webs
Entangled webs we weave it seems
When a kindly friend lights a spark
In a tormented frozen heart
Planning romantic extreme schemes
Reasons to pursue wanton dreams
Secret whisperings in night’s dark
Entangled webs.
Though starlight gleams and moon still beams
There are both hearts in shattered shards
From the start it was on the cards
The love once been will sheen in dreams
Entangled webs.
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7th November 2022
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Throw that idiot out of here,
He drops his ash into our beer
Dribbles on the cards we play
Listens to everything we say
Won't leave when we tell him to go away.
He is unpleasant to be near,
Throw that Old Man out of here
Where will that Old Man stay?
Now that you have sent him away.
The Pub is his temporary home.
This old bloke is all alone,
Alone in the city,
Without a friend.
It's a pity,
He is nearing the end
Of a lifetime of working
For a living.
Forgiving those that do not understand
Life does not always go to plan.
Maybe one day not too far away,
They will not have a place to stay.
Life may grind you down, on a train you want to ride
when it’s not going your way, you don’t want a big slide
Motivation is on the cards, so you’re not going to hide
instead of falling down, you’d rather have lots of pride
To succeed in life, you have to have good mates
they are there when needed, not on skates
To respect those around you, you must find their fate
they help out when faded, not there for bate
To feed their life, you must appreciate
that they are not shaded, by having great mates
Orison
We all sinners since we are beginners,
Regardless the forbidden fruit filled the stomachs of our ancestors.
He believes in us, but do we believe in him?
Feeding on negativity thus not anticipating the results to be positive,
Praying for miracles, expecting mythical gods to consumate what we polluted.
I hope redemption through salvation remains on the cards.
Dark, dreadful, dead-pan is the society we breath on.
Freedom through the consensus with a sphnyx, please forgive us we are simply victims of life....
Amen!
Three weeks into lockdown, we're still in one piece,
the house is now looking pristine,
we've dusted and shined every surface we see
now only the air left to clean.
We've searched every cranny, we've looked high and low
but still there's no sign of our Puss,
I think that last night she decided to go,
got fed up with being over-fussed.
The missus each day in her favourite pyjamas,
and slippers, just wanders about,
but when she turns round, well, it really alarms us,
there's a hole,and her bum's hanging out.
We've tried to eat healthily, bought the right stuff,
organic, and calorie free,
but now it's got boring, and I'm feeling rough
so it's baked beans on pizza for me.
A real ale delivery is next on the cards,
it's top of the list on our plans,
don't know where to put it, there's nowhere to go
since the larder is full of beer cans.
At least we're all civil, no rows or profanity,
for three weeks now we've all been stuck,
I'm off to the shops,now, quite proud of my sanity
with mask on, and dressed as a duck.
The meeting of the minds
It was on the cards
The rebirth of humanity
It was on the tip of the ice breaker
Sometimes you have to swallow a lemon
In order to make a lemonade
Sometimes you have to mix sour and sweet
In order to emphasis the taste buds
Waking up is the beginning
Getting up is sweeter than honey
Proceeding towards is flexing the muscle
Holding it, is indeed an honour that should be embraced
I’m actually a poet
with a natural flow
but I didn’t know it
it wasn’t on show
No one ever knew
my skill was hidden
then out of the blue
all feel my rhythm
Thought poetry was rubbish
and had no interest
but now I'm getting published
and out to be best
I guess anything can happen
things not on the cards
I still remember back when
I was linked with retards
‘Cus I got two D's
in my GCSE’S
now rhyming with ease
I am flippin' pleased
It’s not that I’m kidding
there’s no lie here
soon I’ll be winning
Rhyme Of The Year.
No room on the fields to plant one's name,
Filling in the fields part of the game,
Not being able, only adds to your shame.
Faking it the only way to go,
If at filling in forms you are slow,
And you want to make it to your show.
Being timed out always on the cards,
Even for the die-hard's,
Or those without nerves.
If you still insist,
On refusing to resist,
It is no good shaking your fist.
While a hard copy,
May seem sloppy,
You will have time for a coffee.
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