Short Lady Luck Poems
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The cards have been shuffled
And the deck is cut
The game of life begins
Lady luck will do her strut
but only destiny will win
Wanda Hardman sang a sad song
How a softie had done her wrong
But Lady Luck
Slipped her a buck
And now she's wed to Don Key-Long
I know a lad who kissed an whore
And all at once he wanted more
As luck would have it
He formed an habit
The ladies call esprit de corps
Some days I am more fortunate than any other.
Other day I don't know why I bother.
Fickle lady luck always moves with the tide.
I really wish she would stay at my side.
Form:
luck smiles at me playing
playing the slot machines from hell
the numbers are turning out
luck smiles at me
the numbers turning up
roulette
black, red odd
numbers
hot
Luck was his that night
Millionaire he went to bed,
Sunrise, poor him found!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
08 January 2016
Kramer
Crazy, never has a care
Perpetual motion and whacky hair
The ladies love him, tall and lean
Lady luck smiles against any fiend
Zany and funny he's my honey
Where does he get his money?
Suckers suck
Truckers truck
Mickey Mouse mongrels maltrusively muck
Broncos buck
Lady luck
'Fraid to say the word
….......................................
Inspired by the late great George Carlin
The Devil is playing the fiddle, one arm bandit is dancing with Lady Luck
To the tune of Old Misery, roll the dice, whiskey is free
Waltzed in rich, stumbled home broke
Form:
Luck
lady luck's rabbit foot,
lies dormant, giving no
lighthouse beacon for this
loon that has gambled his
life's wages away. Please
lady luck show me the
light one time I beg, please
let me get even ... fudge.
4/14/17
I now have a point.
I’m taking my odds.
I’m making place bets.
Cover the table.
I’m looking to win.
Rolling the bones
to get my point.
Go lady luck!
Be nice to me.
What the heck?
Seven out!
There it goes.
I lose.
No bread.
Broke.
I take another lotto chance, a whirl,
Lady Lotto, powers of a girl,
A woman's touch,
I don't ask much,
Lotto can well afford all this,
Winning a prize would be the blip,
Do I have a lucky hunch?
Taking a ticket after lunch,
Do any of us have psychic abilities?
Lady Lotto, please smile on me!
I am way up,
I am way down,
I am all of the way around.
I am your Lady Luck!
I am right here,
I am right there,
I completely care,
I hold zero fear.
I am always in,
I am always out,
I am here again,
I am Heaven’s great big shout.
I am mother struck,
With Lady Luck!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
She meets me
in a Coliseum
wearing an iron bra
and the chastity belt.
Blindfolded and veiled,
She carries a bullwhip
in one hand and
a spiked mace in the other;
"Do you feel lucky tonight?"
She asks me lovingly,
"Well, do you, dear?"
~Let's get technical (Show me your best)
contest by Andrea Dietrich
Swift as air, the jet took me back.....
to my roots.
The pre-Thanksgiving fares to Philly sucked me in,
like mom's Hoover vacuum.
And Lady Luck, her diamonds catching the rays of a thousand moonlit nights,
held my hand,
when I stayed with an old childhood friend.
Together we walked the fields near the murky river,
and lamented what never became.
Form:
I know it well
The night
I learned to spell
And got it right
Then I could tell
How close to Hell
I’d held the light
A stand upon a precipice
Thank lady Luck
I didn’t miss
The night
I learned to spell
The candle sputtered
As I read and uttered
Words and tolled
The bell
And in the spinning winds of time
I learned to spell
Quite well
And sell
Dumb
Form:
I wish I had a Valentine
Neither Saint nor libertine
Nor one who ALWAYS toes the line
A girl like you would be just fine!
I may not set your heart aglow
Nor fill your palms with lots of dough
Nor promise you our love will grow
But I would love to be your beau!
Presuming you're not celibate
Would you like to celebrate
How Lady Luck has twisted fate
To make us both the perfect date?
Lady Luck
what seems
as good luck or bad
dresses a teacher..
our smaller mind
when confounded by
the unexplained
drills down to locate
what must be there:
a cause and effect..
often 'tho..alas..
sorry..no luck..
then might dawn
the recognition:
what is happening
is all at once
right Now..
what is happening
halts the search in
no time and place
and Lady Luck
smiles and
takes a bow...
I am but a living corpse,
Emaciated and flogged horse.
See no light at the end of the tunnel,
Seek poetry as a channel to funnel.
Slogging all my life for everyone but me,
Such a painful responsibility you see.
Lady luck even refuses to give an appointment,
Lament do I in deep disappointment.
Death is not a solution,
Don't let cowardice get from me ammunition.
Need to look deep within,
Need to find silence in the din.
Batter, batter swing that bat, hit that ball!
A roar goes up from the crowd.
The crack of the bat sends the ball soaring high,
To be caught in the right fielder's glove.
Excitement fills the air as the two teams battle on,
Relying on their skills and lady luck.
Umpires stand ready to call "Safe" or "Out".
Players play to win.
5/23/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Batter Up" contest
Let's hear it for incremental Christians,
And ascetic vegetarians,
Hail the queen of heavens,
Blessings for us, a holy girl,
Roman around the world!
Well, she was born in the Roman world,
A good Jewish maid, it did transpire,
A faith healer in this very day,
No holy dilemmas for her today,
Let's pray for lady luck, shines on us all,
Let's hope Armageddon does stall,
One for ascetic vegetarians,
And for incremental Christians!
Nights will come
and days will end
but you said you'd still
be my friend.
When did words
become empty
filled without
sincerity.
Remember when you ran
through open fields,
cutting by the barn
as a shortcut.
Over the brook
you didn't yield,
and fled from harm
with lady luck.
Cold and spent,
no will to race,
you finally fell
to a friendly face.
Steadfast love
you sought in me,
safe in my arms,
now a forgotten dream.
Form:
What a long friendship with
moon !
I refuse to accept the blast.
Papa is dead, he said and
latched on to circularity.
I don’t seek the interbreeding
with terror.
It was me in reverse mode
of cryptomania.
Too stoic;stop. I think
I am wrong ; stop. And a serenade
for the lady luck. This life
was too much for me ; stop.
Androgynous.
The female body wants to eat
maleness, by almond eyes.
The old man was walking barefoot
with a paintbrush.
Satish Verma
Drinking my hot coffee in the morning
While drinking my coffee, looking at my wife
Drinking my coffee, makes it goodmorning.
As I sit there looking at the love of my life
I sip my coffee, it takes me to heaven
She will always remain my highlife .
I go to the casino and roll seven
Feeling truly it is my lucky day
I roll again hitting the number eleven.
Felling that lady luck is by my side
I smile with love and pride at my new bride.
Lady luck is on my side,
Each time I roll a seven.
Every time I let it ride,
I bet a ride to heaven.
The sweat beads on my forehead,
When I feel the dice are hot.
I'm heading for my homestead,
All the times that they are not.
When I'm on a lucky ride,
Then I know I just can't lose.
When they take my foolish pride,
Then I'm loading up on booze.
Casino lights draw me in;
An addiction, yes I know.
Some say it's a mortal sin,
But still, you can bet I'll go.