Short Gambit Poems
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Realization dawns;
it's all a game.
He is king--
playing it safe,
he moves one step at a time.
He walks alone.
Gambit.
K-eep
Y-our
L-ast
A-ce
S-afe
U-nder
Y-our
A-ssured
T-actics
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Kyla Suyat)
Can I say, I love you ?
Will you permit?
Or you can do just one act of love
to caution; you might be a gambit.
(17.03.2025)
I'm skating on the lake waiting for it to break and yet the tragedy will not be me people will see when you paint your face over everything that once was me.
Ran the gambit,
pleasured myself and others.
took my heart off the shelf,
Felt everything but smothered.
moving on and away,
Where everyday will lead,
Hooray!!!
no clue,
but it's to soon to tell?
And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit
No, that is not a virus
That is the crow or hawk
Sky diving for pure joy
Or perhaps a delightful morsel,
Yes, mayhap truly a hunger
Came over this swift bird
Dropping from airy heights
In a gambit for renewed life!
Light a cinder
For all accumulated burdens
Life renews in a millisecond
As veins pump golden stories
Bonfire for vanity-
is good to feast on doubt
Celebrating royal love
Like tribes in weary sands
Realizing time is a gambit
Universe is out on loan
Are we are the passage
Life
Grins
Wildly
Frightfully
Laughter dreams loudly.
Reality does not matter.
Uninhibited souls find new direction; minds scream.
There is no limit to the gambit of emotions a man can feel…or a woman.
Copyright March 10, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Fibonacci - Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
When you’re dying of terminal sadness,
It’s easy to fall for false cures,
Distracted by tempting amusements
Whose needs seem more pressing than yours.
When you’re two moves adjacent to checkmate
In the game of asserting control,
You’ll get ghosted and gas-lit,
By a gold-digger’s gambit
Hell bent for a piece of your soul.
the beggars secret
which grants a nights passage
to the great Sewer Bazaar
you can buy back your sister
you can buy a rhinos trumpet
and win the bugs gambit
you’ll be given a coin, and now you cannot see
they take your rhymes
and your mothers name
and your fathers name
they’ve taken your sister again
and you are alone
in an ally
and you whisper to a boy
the beggars secret
The pride and integrity of broken covenants, plans devoid of breath
Failure to act in unforeseen events, situations uncontrolled
Chasing to correct errors, straying to accept loss
Stupidity? Naivete? Ignorance?
The agitated mind is dumb as the first bet lost
In desperation for redemption, the same motions are forced
To pretend and to pose, to chase the wind
To seek approval, for truth in trust lost
From the Genesis gambit of the creation of life
Is found succinct in the ambit of the Gospel of Christ
The goddamned quondam sinners
Are made whole by the perfectly lived life He delivers
He suffered all things categorically (for you and me)
By the torturous hell of hanging on The Tree
He did ascend (He did rent and mend) He has risen
Gathering all His people (of all times) by the Life He has given
Every word I write
must be right --
written to the best
of my ability; my
product of honest
thinking
Not a word penned
while blinking
To be perfect, is to be true
To be flawless is truly to
be you.
Every hope and aspiration
should be contemplated
with invested determination
Without driving will
there is no achievable way
(make every gambit
a fully invested play)
All winners are reformed
losers.
If we sacrifice, that what we possess,
allusion being to ego we know,
this gambit pays off, for as we undress
and conditioned beliefs slowly let go,
released from erst fears, we begin to flow.
Thought fetters that bound and twirled us around,
viewed with nonchalance, no longer astound,
since having vaporised and merged with space,
we are from head to toe, in bliss mists drowned,
imbibing breath by breath, God’s sublime grace.
Sometimes looking back
can be step forward --
being certain of where not
to return -- paths of experience
already traveled. Grass-less ruts
heavily trafficked by self and
loser others -- I search for detours,
missed games of chance --
though lectured long and wide
on the pitfalls of gambling...God,
our perfect example!~ His life
and death wager of Free Will...
What greater stake than a Soul?
Each of us given one Gambit
of Time!?
The
table spins
on a ferris wheel
of fortune, clicking nails
on a ferris wheel, roundabout
where favor is slick, slippery, fickle.
Today I ride ahead of the prancing throng
Tomorrow is uncertain as table turns again
for what can be, may not ever happen
and what may happen, may never be
better to let the wheel spin on
for any gambit is just another
spin and surge — let's go
round and round again
good trip, or bad
can't foretell
chance
Getting Older part four
Last gambit told... it's sh*t getting old.. but still up for it
Less scrumpy & only rumpy pumpy with a lumpy frumpy
Still dearly merry if clearly not even nearly let alone really very fit
Impervious to being a fool in distress...nervous mess & jumpy
Seniors can rule ..old school wit & gall can enthrall..be cool
As long they aren't praying.. playing pedant on a pedestal
A cruel naysaying mule or just a git who's a bit too grumpy