We had ghouls, ghosts,
and a goblin.
There were Skeletons, Skulls,
Batman and Robin.
A bank robber, an Indian,
and a Judge.
We had popcorn, cookies,
homemade fudge.
A Werewolf, Count Drac,
and Frankenstein.
Beer, Alcohol, and
Moonshine.
We had Joints, Dabs and
some Hash.
Skin Heads, Bikers and
White Trash.
A poker game, music,
and tattoos.
Christians, Pagans, Muslims
and a Jew.
No cops, no fights,
no drama.
No broken bone, blood
or blunt force trauma.
No one passed out
on the floor.
This was Halloween
2024.
Turbo1904?
I am afraid of clowns someone said.
No one laughed.
It was a serious poker game.
Chuckie glared in my direction.
I had not noticed Freddie or Jason yet.
Concentrating so hard on my cards.
When I looked up I tried to bow out.
But I was held in place.
An invisible force controlled me.
A dementor was here!
I was his puppet.
I wished I knew where my invisibility cloak was.
Dracula and the werewolf began salivating.
I knew I was in big trouble now.
PLAYING THE GAME Of POKER
At the table,
the dealer begins the game,
passing out set number of cards,
players ready to exhibit mental acuity.
A full house of masterminds,
getting familiar with the cards,
playing different variations of the game.
everyone with a target.
We fold, check, call or raise,
strategizing on how to topple the other,
straight, stud, draw or community,
mostly, same rule applies.
The game of poker,
quite similar to life.
simple,yet complex!
requires a lot of maths and psychology.
It's a bet, full of trials and errors.
Some rely on their tenacity and courage,
their adroitness and tactics,
for maximum result.
Some compromise it all,
yet, no aroma of fresh fruits.
some run out of chips, even before they get a chance to play.
We all are players,
playing the mean game of poker,
round the clock,
with dexterous manoeuvre.
The difference is,
some have mastered the soft skills,
and have become connoisseurs of the game.
while some are still baking in the oven.
In this game of life,
sometimes we win,
sometimes we lose.
we all bet,we all play.
backyard helicopters create
ass-sending noises that...
disturb whole neighborhoods
so...threats of disturbance are policed...
america blocked 'russian missiles to cuba'
there was a stench to their presence...
that would keep u.s. citizens awake
now...threat's of disturbance get policed again and...
the russians blocked nato nukes from their backyard
missiles carry a stench that scream their presence...
with such disturbing constant political threats
that...the media has replaced tiring virus reports with...
a cowboy style political saloon poker-game stand-off
with excessive soundings of hollow overblown threats...
all because the ukraine leader is a former comic
thinking...his nato and missile talk would be taken lightly...
stans sand
I have never been on a safari.
never been on an Alaskan cruise.
never been bungee jumping
never got shot in a poker game
never been on a lion hunt
never driven a car in the Indy500
never piloted a 747
but I can still die happy
because I never wanted to do any of these things
After rounding up some cattle
I headed to the saloon
To have a drink or two
And hear a bawdy tune
Cowpokes were gambling
And guzzling up their beer
The women were upstairs
Their bosoms amply filled
Waiting to give us all a thrill
After a couple shots of whiskey
A poker game I did seek
Hoping I'd soon be on a winning streak
My luck was going good and
The cowpokes I was beating
Until big Jim accused me of cheating
A fight broke out and turned into a brawl
Big Jim got hit, and took a mighty fall
When it was all over I was still standing tall....
The cattle would be rounded up tomorrow once again
And I would be right there, ridin' on the plains
1-26-2021
Cowboy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
He spent his nights drinking
Instead of
Helping his children with their homework
Attending their sporting events
Driving them to school
And to their friend's houses
He spent his nights drinking
Staying out all night at a poker game
Where he gambled away all of the money in his pockets
He took money from his daughter's piggy bank
Leaving an I owe you note that he wouldn't pay back
Leaving all of the responsibility to
The mother of his children
Because
He spent his nights drinking
Set your goals so lofty , that the clouds call them the sky..
We can never be all things to all people, but we sure as hell can try..
Always be the person, who has others in your debt..
But never take the payback, let Love be the off-set..
Hold your head in confidence, even when others around you quake..
Good leaders always feel the pain, but they bend so they don't break.
Wear your feelings on your sleeve, life is not a poker game..
Don't just tell your love-ones how you feel, you must show them just the same
So take too many pictures and smile from ear-to-ear..
You're the boss of your own happiness and get to paint the picture clear..
The most important thing in life, is not so hard to find..
Some walk this world for a hundred years, and still their heart is blind..
Love is the thing I speak of, it's what we're put on this earth to do..
The more you give out the more you get back, live a life that will prove this true..
Here comes World War 3
A song
Look into my eyes son
Tell me what you see
Look up to the skies lord
Here come a world war 3
Line em up and shoot em down
I love efficiency.
wake up and scream
Here come a world war 3
I dont pretend to know
What you're going thru
So dont pretend you know
What I know about you
Time to stand up and see
All the powers that be
Thank u mr. President
Here come a world war 3
Pickin off the enemy
I love the anarchy
Peace thru war
I love the irony
Goodbye world
hello eternity
We cant keep stacking up lies
We need our people back home
Mister cant you hear our cries
Or are we all alone
Welcome to the poker game
You cant bluff me man
My face is like stone son
We holding all the shame
This ain't no game of hearts
Ain't got no cards to dump
We flying all the aces man
And all our kings are Trump
Cashing in my savings bonds
and tapping out my bank accounts,
got me into a high stakes poker game
in a Las Vegas casino.
Emboldened by my knack for winning
Texas Hold 'em online,
I dove straight into the deep waters
where it's sink or swim, with whales and sharks.
Gambling's an additive rush
that offers instantaneous gratification
found only in the thrill of taking risks,
and I can hardly wait to wet my toes.
I get dealt an ace of clubs
with an ace of diamonds down,
but the flop's flushing with hearts.
And the bluffing commences,
with ruthless, aggressive bids.
Not here to play it safe,
I call all in!
But, no sooner had the words left my mouth,
when I got called with a pair of kings, and one is a heart!
Fear seized me, griping my spine like a vice
as the ace of hearts lands on the turn,
and a flush is now on the table.
But lady luck rowed in on the river,
and the ace of spades fell in Her wake,
giving me a miraculous, heart-pounding win.
And climbing on top of an adrenaline rush
I make it rain,
watering the garden of my dreams
with hundred dollar bills.
(Free Verse)
04/22/2020
It's me and the four walls again;
I look outside the window with agony.
No more handshakes,
No more random house visits,
No more sky-gazing,
No more playing soccer.....
Life feels stale - unpalatable to the soul
My world feel as though it's sinking
into the abyss,
with every minute.
Uncertainty looms as I mask my paranoia
with counting the number of times I've got
the cards right in a poker game,
in my thoughts.
Solace now can only be experienced virtually,
words and faces assuring you a brighter future.
I have poetry, music and memes to keep me sane....
Date Written: 04/04/2020
Name of the Contest: Quarantine Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor of the Contest: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Ollie the Octopus with his 9 brains
Broke his 3 hearts in a quick poker game
The blue blood that ran straight to his heart
Suddenly stopped before it could start
It didn't take long before he withered and died
And Ollie the octopus waved us goodbye
Right now I’m thinking,
Beach, ocean, sea, waves and gulls around me;
Sand and salty breezes in my hair;
It’s nineteen degrees outside and I’m frigid,
even here, inside.
I don’t suppose an obliging house elf
Would conjure it for me, would he?
What am I saying?
There he is, napping snugly beneath my electric blanket;
The one he won from me in a poker game!
Ballad of Smorgasbord Cat
Once upon a hot July night
Smorgasbord Cat was born, not right.
The only kitten born with clothes,
She came out wearing pantyhose.
Blue bellbottoms when she turned eight,
Made her feel insanely great.
Her siblings bullied her for fun
But she was powerful, this one.
She’s odd, her mother told her dad.
But she’s so good, and seldom bad.
Where did she get her name? He asked.
I do not know, her mother basked.
Smorgasbord Cat soon ran a club,
She sold drink and delicious grub.
Her relatives all bragged her up.
She gave them each a special cup.
That cat lived to be ninety-three.
And now just between you and me,
I admit I gave her that name.
On a bet at a poker game.
Smorgasbord Cat has her own song.
Cross-eyed face, and red tail, long.
Yes, bawdy and funny, was she.
Married five times, litters of three.
Happy, joyful lots of fun,
Smorgasbord Cat, truly best one
At her funeral everyone came.
No one knows where she got her name.
Oh, how I love a good game;
I anxiously await my turn,
And then I make my play.
I also love a good play;
Good scripts, for which I’m always game;
Stories with a good turn.
When the tides of stories turn,
It just makes the play
Afterwards, for coffee I’m game.
On weekends, I love a good poker game; it’s a game that can quickly turn on a wrong play.
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