Short Bet Poems
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As sure as scientists ask why
and winged creatures fly
Politicians will lie ~
and soldiers will die
something is howling
more than one wolf and his mate
yipping coyotes
excited yipping
coyotes cornered something
not a wolf I bet
BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW
bet you didn’t know
santa has a companion
he’s wooly and fat
nestled by the jolly elf
warming the world – santa’s cat
A tall tree I did climb,
on a bet of a dime.
Baby Bear said it was funny,
it was not for the big money.
The limb broke what a crime.
poker face
covering a bluff
the all-in bet
intensity
building
under breath
random hit of
chance and skill
cuts her losses
from her wins
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Thinking 'twould endear him to the fairer sex
He'd ever worn his heart upon his sleeve
By the time he found he'd been naive
~ The girl he'd married called him 'ex'
Upset and Trump Won Bet
Again, as usual, Trump will win the bet;
Has caused everyone to become upset;
Will swager;
Also badger;
Get his own way only himself does let.
Jim Horn
Sunshine's predicted for a whole year to come
Bet your sweet bippy! My big bopper succumbed
From out of the blue
Before this lad knew
Was knocked back on his skinny old bum
I gave the dice of love a toss
I betted upon a true loss
I let my heart be my cold boss
that beat with a scar.
I even went undercover
to see if I could discover
if you would be a scam lover
and yet here we are.
There once was a young booger called Bet,
Who was learning ‘bout surfing the ‘net.
As her tutor called Dougal
Introduced her to Google,
She said, ‘Surfing? I’m not even wet.’
*Booger – surfing term for body boarder
D-on't ever lose your faith
I-n the Lord God Almighty;
A-sk Him to give to you
N-ew hope and ecstasy.
A-llow not your trust to fade,
J-ust win over the strife;
O-ctober seventh will shine,
Y-ou can bet your life
while looking around no-no all of this to chance I do not think so
Tip toe through rough spots
Calling on the one who counts
Knee pads worn
Screaming out weakness
Replacing with faith dates
Growing measure intake
Grounding depth in sight
Understanding soul fight
Day to day
Hour to hour
House built weathering
As a Feather
I just went to the track to bet on a horse,
I lost all my money, of course, of course!
Then my wife yelled, "Divorce!" " Divorce!"
They said, I shouldn't have bet on that horse, of course!
But, I still have no " Remorse!" "Remorse!"
Copyright McCuen 2008
Ask your mind, right now..what will it's next thought be...
No, do it..really
Bet it didn't know
Ask your mind, right now...not too think of the future or past..
No, stop and really do it
Bet it got stuck
When your mind didn't know and when it got stuck, you were meditating
Form:
What is this wondrous internet
That causes reddened cheeks of wet
As people leave I have not met
The hole in space is empty yet
As words are cast and thrown to let
another lost and sober vet
Attain aplomb enough to get
A certain satisfaction set
To face the emptiness
We can't forget
Awaiting
bet it all
in life to see
if you were lucky...
gave little,
received nothing...
you won it all ...
lost everything,
died without
carrying nothing
of yours... so
you couldn't do anything...!
These are my people
they're not yours
or are they?
You don't want them to be
can see that
clearly...
So how come you come around?
How come your attraction is mixed with such
reticence?
Yeah, I get it that you never thought about it. And you
don't have to forever but here we are doing
this and I gotta feelin'
You wanna know what it means.
You bet!
My Heidie poet friend....
A winning streak, I'm on,
Hot as a $2 pistol...
Sun's rising,
It's dawn....
You join the community,
Of endless talent and love,
A charmed life I'm living,
Experiencing all this warm giving....
So thank you, dear Heide,
Trust I do love you too,
Now it's time for 'ol Tom...
To get back in that Old Lady's shoe!
After election party-hopping is prohibited
Now come the complains and slanders
Gone the frog comes the toad
Bet is no more bet
Defeat is still far away to be admitted
Hustle and bustle carries on after election and sworn in
Maybe settle scores at an opportune moment
Maybe democracy is challenged
Where's justice
Maybe this is the new way of life
Whoever said
That life is a bet?
You roll the dice hard
I shuffle the cards
With no way of knowing
What will be showing
Some take the first hand
Others wait, pay the band
I’m betting on you
You call your hand too
Our hearts they are matching
Other suits all are lacking
You say “oh that’s ducky”
But I know we’re lucky
Written- 11/19/2020
Waiting to die,
he took one last card
Waiting to die,
the dealer stared hard
Waiting to die,
his wager was late
Waiting to die,
which Joker abates
Waiting to die,
the odds become clear
Waiting to die,
last gamble with fear
Waiting to die,
fate out of the deck
Waiting to die,
—his soul his last bet
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Some things you at last get
And still eyes with tears wet,
Others you scramble to get
And failing Shabby Anger let …
Have we each other met,
When our eyes had to be wet
And a need to Virulent Anger let?
I would without a licensing fret
Over a Denied Mosquito Net
And go ahead to with my life bet
That up I shall you set
For midnight mosquitoes in the forest
To on your flesh rest.
I won these at the auction, SueAnn said.
They only cost me six hundred dollars!
EACH? I screeched.
“No, silly, the pair.”
“I thought they started at $38.”
“They did, but someone kept bidding them up.”
Later that day I met SueAnn's mother.
“I tried to get those mermaids for my daughter”, she said.
“But they went way too high. I had to drop out.”
I did not tell her who she was bidding against
The golden road of Oz, sunny beachfront dossier from the calling of the sordid mask, did the mask of Dante peer, into the crump and dough with breadcrumbs in the sunlight bog, for the death of sorrowful faces, the mask does not befog, into the intern when not Hansel, but he bet on the witch, or did Gretel from which gather, that neither pervaded but one was accursed, the morning benumbing of footfalls and sparrows.