Short Wagers Poems

Among the wagers 
And blood lust
No one listens to the ceiling fan 
Over the title fight. 

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All the dying children
Of the holy and rotting corpse
Have made it a habit of crawling to the glowing light
To 
Find
Nothing
At all.
The greatest trick played on man....

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Don't bother counting swallows,
I can tell you it's not summer yet.
Winter after winter follows and
my wager is as safe as wagers get
that speeches will be shallow
at the Tory Party Conference
where wearing bangled images of Frida Kahlo
does not inspire public confidence.
Maybe counting birds isn't such a bad suggestion;
but what season follows next, that is the question....

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All across an area
Of poising purple peonies
She's silently secretly stalking
beautiful butterflies betrothed bright blue
Wishing with wonder what wagers would want
From ferociously fluttering fabulous faces
Casting closely to colored camouflaging kaleidoscopes
Until the usually utterly untrustworthy upon the unfortunate
Lands lightly on lips, laminating labyrinths
extreme exultations explode....

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We can set the game
with new wagers
Economy is but a ribbon of fear
The time is near
To dismantle capital banter and borders
And bring in the new prodigy 

Love is tribal wealth
No one hoards
And everyone saves
Because there's nothing to save
Ownership is a flaw

I've seen throughout life
The pompous pilgrimage
That is really a sacrilege 

Dismantle all power
That does not serve
A democracy of love
That we can truly earn...

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Howe great are your lofty peaks, amongst hillocks traced

Free from foes and frauds , ink my ridges with love and freehand

Ones tail whips round between valleys deep, creating a landscape, a mighty sweep

Lancers move forward and runty stays close, for those wagers upon us will judge us the most

Ego and IDs freeze at first glance , six nations armies forlorn and entranced

Exit the summit, bring down the gate for thine has the power to command check mate....

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