Short Dealer Poems
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The dealer dealt the hand with deft finesse
Black aces and black eights
Felt the muzzle on my neck.
Written March 22, 2022
Zafar Bhai Fire kab marwao gay?
Nashai Wehmi bool kar Drug inj
Kab Lagwao Gay??????????????
Note.You are a two faced penny..
they collect
you can bet
some paint
smoke or saints
they all
love the picture on the wall
some or stealer
the ART DEALER
hthey are after the gold
in there face it shows
some have face mole
move where the wind blows
some plyed for the steeler
WHEELER AND DEALER
Steve, my dealer
Tells everyone that an
Ounce a day puts
Negativity at bay
Early morning smoker
Dawn to dusk stoner
happy 420!
Form:
A car dealer needed a driver,
So Ray decided to take over,
When Ray took the wheel,
Car parts began to reel,
Ray asked, “was it not a teetotaler?”
You gave me two picture cards.
Together, they’re twenty points.
Don’t you get twenty-one!
Robert Pettit for Twenty/Twenty contest by David Williams
Lala Anwar Saeed
Qabal az baeed
Azab ki waeed
Gunda tha yazeed
Hassan hussain shaheed
Bataon kya mazeed??
Note.I am a decent man who exports flowers.Pablo Escobar.
There was a furniture dealer named Maurice
Who acquired items for the Nouveau Riche.
Most popular by far,
The back seat of a car
Which they use for an occasional piece.
There’s a wanna-be boxer named Whitney,
Who deals blackjack in Atlantic City.
I said with a straight face,
“That you’ll never win, ace.”
And then foolishly told him to hit me.
1.Me bhi drugs aur smuggling ki kamai say property ka business start karun??
2.Black money ko white kar loun aur kahun daikha Property Dealer hun??
Note.You are a two faced penny.
LSD, Ecstasy, Vicodin, Meth; I've done none of these -
not even weed! My dealer is a muse who pushes poetry.
I get high on rhyme, tripping on words swirling colors in my mind.
Art
in the
bakery-
will she buy this
one
Tribute to Johanna Ey artf=dealer/artists friend
Johaanna Ey by Otto Dix
http://www.mess.net/galleria/dix/ey.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johanna_Ey
A drug dealer, some wasted cash, a plastic bag,
a lighter, a glass tube, some foil, a syringe,
a glass pipe, toxic crystals, dilated eyes,
endorphins, paranoia, addiction,
a pandemic, Crystal Death; harsh poison!
Sell my soul by the gram
empty on the inside
surrounded by ghosts
careful of my step
I walk on eggshells
around puddles of pain
suffocated by clouds of angst
in fear of tomorrow
and the consequence
today may bring
Form:
Vegas
betting
playing
blackjack
i've got
an ace
of spades
and a jack
of spades
but say
actually
plead
hit me
the dealer does
and yet another
spade it is a four
i walk away
smiling
i wanted
to see
twenty-five
Form:
The Deal Killer,
The Heart Stomper,
The Grain Grinder,
The Mind Stealer,
The Spine Feeler,
The Mind Peeler,
The Spine Dealer,
The Chain Binder,
The Strained Reminder,
The Shamed Re-teller...
And now that all have spoken...
The deal is broken.
Antics dealer
I dealt in antiques as well as antics
Once chased a sterling ‘bronze’, very unique
It stood its ground and just blushed
Till, by and by, I felt bushed
And chastised, quit things risqué and of risk.
03 jun 12
I am a word processor the child said.
I am a wordsmith.
I am a word dealer.
I am a word player.
I smiled at the child.
She continued.
I am a word hero.
I am a word expert.
I was so amazed by her six-year-old sassy confidence
That I had no words.
2: You are sad: admit it
Failure can’t break you.
You set the pace for the new deal
And giggled at the tired choice dealer.
Over paid and under appreciated--we negotiate
But not for the caring-
But for the price
The price of the first failure was too outrageous.
Satan is the sheep stealer
the con wheeler and dealer
Such a sneaky snake
lulls sheep to sleep
desires their crown
What a para-site!
What low-life creep!
says the Second Death
will keep them bound
but this reasoning is not sound
he wants you down
he wants your crown
The woman wore her faux fox hat with an air of elegance and pride
I am used to real furs, my daddy is a dealer, and he shows me each hide
She acts with a touch of snobbery, which I think is totally amusing
If she could see animals turned into pelts, her vanity would be confusing.
One of my many foibles is greed.
I have placed myself in a bad situation indeed.
If I only hadn't sat at this blackjack table today.
My depleted bankroll won't permit me to stay.
I am flummoxed by the way the dealer pulls twenty-one.
That's it. I am over and done.
Dangerously cunning,
dressed to kill, she plans his
downfall, relying on
debilitating strength.
Driven by greed she acts:
Deft hand of betrayal
dealt by a femme fatal.
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Contest: Pleiades - D
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 3rd
© 29th August 2016
I do not write for money
I do not write for fame (here somehow I am a liar)
I write for the right
Or what I think it's right
I write for the huge family of Adam and Eve
I do not care that much about my copy right
Whatever a man does he shall face it
A big poet is not a dealer
In fact, he is a big reader