Sweepstakes Poems | Examples

canvas

I made some mistakes, let my head get straight to jealousy
One thing I could never get over was that instinctive tendency

I was the easel to your painting, the necessity but not necessarily
You leaned against my support, just to fold me up and discard, victim of your dissection

Strokes fulfilling your streaks of confidence, unfinished to perfection
The easel of your time until my predecease
Paintings can’t revert 
Easels are reusable
I’ll support a new masterpiece

The nails and screws holding me together are withering
Unable to decide between beauty and grace, cyclically dithering
I don’t want to make the same mistakes 
Gambling my love for you in sweepstakes

Bones Ache Yet Heart Sings

Pureness, peace, compassion, bliss, Power, and Wisdom,
That links my reason-spirit body-soul system;
Tells me that my physique is a temple of God,
Though my day-to-day existence is flighty odd...!

Sufferings and pains wreck my delicate physique,
The feasibility of survival is bleak;
Jabs and tingles and stings and burns, and fleshly aches,
Sake my body; break it; leave it like mere sweepstakes...!

Do, yet, though wings get clipped, birds ever fail to sing?
Don't, midst caste, color, and creed gulfs wedding bells ring?
Physique, though a bundle of flesh, blood, veins, and bones,
Aren't there, within, caves of metaphysical zones...?

Joy is within, as fragrance within the flower,
Isn't the spirit, more than flesh, give me power?
Physical aches can't imprison the psychic zings,
This is why though bones ache my heart cheerfully sings...!!!


18 June 2023
Bones ache yet heart sings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

The Horse Race

The Horse Race  by Jeff Reed
A sunny day 
In the month of May
We traveled to the Horse Race.
We ate some lunch
 I had a hunch 
That Stewball would lead the pace.
Ten horses competed
The form was completed
And Stewball was ranked number ten.
Post time was announced
The lineup pronounced
And I whispered a quiet “Amen” 

One came undone
Two threw a shoe
Three had to pee
Four said “no more” 
Five came alive
Six played some tricks
Seven thought of Heaven
Eight started late
Nine tried to shine
And
Ten lost again.

The race was run
The sweepstakes done
We made our bets, but no one won.
Stewball was a slow
He never would go
Despite the odds, I still had fun

Stewball let me down that day
What else can I say?
He may have had the flu
	Stewball had the name
	But never made the Hall of Fame

But he did make an excellent glue.

He Rid Erin of Snakes: Or Did He

'Tis said Saint Patrick rid Erin of snakes

   If such is true what a great tale it makes

      Skeptics claim it ain't true

         Others haven't a clue

            Could be a scam like the Irish Sweepstakes

Seashore Sweepstakes

Seashore Sweepstakes

northwest rocky beaches
 waves disguise cache of prizes ~
jellyfish parade

Clams and Gooey Ducks
 hide in sandy blanket homes ~
no taste for chowder

hold your breath then dive
 Abalone glued on rocks ~
opal sheen of shells

clusters deep purple 
 swinging from rocks of fool’s gold ~
Muscles hold strong

always on the move 
 Hermit Crabs – house on their backs ~
looks for vacancies

Oysters together 
 bedded down with family ~
maybe hiding pearls

Limpets with strong foot 
 clings to rocks and to fingers ~
teal and turquoise hats
	
trophies from tide pools
 lucky tickets under stones ~
beach shore lotteries

Incomunicado Morning

The phone rings;
It's Evariste Galois.
The phone rings;
It's Budapest on ice.
The phone rings;
It's my grandmother,
long dead.
The phone rings.
I refuse to answer.
What's if it's the Grim Reaper?
It keeps ringing.
Maybe it's Publisher's Clearinghouse
Informing me that I won
	the sweepstakes.
I don't care.
I just don't care
Most likely
It's telemarketing,
And I'm in no mood
For that on any other scam
On this
Steep-pitched Monday.

Never Say Die

Never say die, never give up;
as surely as you do, you’re a goner.

My late, great aunt said, “Never will I lie down and let death take me; it’ll have to catch me on my feet.”
She was true to her word; never said die;
and sure enough, it caught her on her feet one morning, 
at four am after, playing cards.  
She was far more stubborn than death, itself.

Like her, I stand firm; thirty eight years of entries and I still play every day though, I’ve never won; any sweepstakes, lottery, car or house yet; I’ll never stop, give in; I’ll never say die.
Instead, some day, they’ll arrive at my door and shout, “surprise!”
I hope they don’t give me a heart attack;
I’d like to enjoy my win.


Written 3-7-19
For Contest:"Pick a Title – Free Verse Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Saint Patrick's Day

Saint Patrick's Day,
Irish in every way.

The leprechauns and elves,
Irish cookies on the shelves.

Shamrocks wishing you luck,
The Irish sweepstakes help you win an almighty buck.

Relatives and friends,
Guesting without end.

The wearing of the green,
Yet to be seen.

Looking fashionable with emerald green,
Royalty is seen.

Their charming and beautiful ways,
We see them night and day.

They appear on the screen,
With days that have been.

Saint Patrick's Day comes once a year,
Appearing with everyone dear.

Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz

Generalissimo

Spring, Summer, and Autumn are Her rival,
but they all pale to Winter's arrival.
She is less subtle than the other three,
so shelter's a matter of survival. 

Jack Frost is tethered to Her every whim
and She enjoys exclusive use of him.
She's fond of the art that He chisels on
windowpanes, though frost is but a prelim.

Winter's an artist; freezing flakes of snow,
She sculpts an iceberg archipelago.
She is a master of frozen beauty,
and a heartless generalissimo.

I saw a few tumbling snowflakes today,
harbingers of many more on their way.
For it's getting below freezing outside,
and the children have gone inside to play.

Suddenly, the sky is feathered with flakes 
of confetti; Winter won the sweepstakes.
And when Her season becomes official,
She'll rule over all lands, rivers, and lakes.


(Rubaiyat)


Nov. 16, 2018

Bramps Bully

memories are like people
they only say what they want to 
say......
look forward to nothing from me
and you'll remain happy.
speaking of which what's up with the smile,
you got something you're hiding?
look's like rain, better not
step that dirt on my clean floor,
you do it and I'm telling Ms. Haffabent
 that you kissed her daughter at the dance!
give me "sum o dat "candy that you
got from dah sweepstakes, or I'm telling!
The snouty nose guy stood and told his bully,
tell ms. haffabent if you wanna, and you still aint
getting no candy from me!

A Huffle-Wink's Nearby

You've no doubt heard of fire-breathing dragons,
and their obsession with hoarding treasure.
But you have never heard of Huffle-Winks,
magical creatures that promote pleasure.

Invisible, atop their dragonflies,
they ride the winds of fate mile after mile.
And wherever they encounter a frown,
they attempt to flip it into a smile.

They summon dragonflies to get around,
for, unlike dragons, they haven't learned to fly.
But, if you suddenly feel like laughing,
it's a safe bet; a Huffle-Wink's nearby.

In winter, when dragonflies disappear,
they hitch a ride upon tumbling snowflakes.
And if you're lucky enough to catch one,
it's like winning the lottery sweepstakes.

I've never seen one, except in my dreams,
but I feel, in my heart, they are real.
And what makes me so sure that they exist
is the joyful way that they make me feel.

When you're feeling particularly blue,
remember, Huffle-Winks are all around.
And as spirits of jocularity,
they ensure that smiles and laughter abound.

The Blues of a Distantly Bashful Benchwarmer

innocent flirtation can be a dangerous game
yet and still i play it in the hopes of it coming to fruition
distance can be the merciless foe of a love so desired
though now she is with him, the connection we have still shines in our replies and reactions
though i am now with her, the way we clicked before still radiates brightly in our tonalities and our hidden arousals
time is still a distant cousin unseen till the lottery of reality hits home
reality is still an unpredictable stalker till the sweepstakes of the here and now throws its unfortunate confetti
flirtation in the secret admission of guilt can be a hopeless waste of energy
nevertheless, i participate in every aspect of the game hoping for the trophy oh so far away from my grasp

Contrary Wonderland 5

Freeze-frame final fate
Lust losing life late
Grandeur grooming gate


Tensile tact treats take
Soon soaring sweepstakes
Wonderland waits wake

~~~~~~~~~


Breath bursting boom bloom
Grasp greets grouse's grim gloom
Ripe rest retrieves room


Troubles taking toil
Style solemn sad spoils
Broken bearing boil

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
09 April 2015
Singapore

Actors All

Actors All
            by Odin Roark

To fool
Or be fooled
Innate competition for
Life’s continuance sweepstakes

Real life’s honesty
Knows survival of the fittest
Relies on impression’s armament
One’s tightly woven costume of persuasion 
Ever ready to defend strategy’s patience

Curtains rise

Settings come alive
Footlights’ massage
Spotlights’ invite
As staging presents 
Seduction’s heroes and heroines 

Intermission

The persuaders
And persuaded
Take respite 
As presentation’s set-up and conflict 
Prepares regroupings
Making ready the resolve

Closing curtain

Applause fades
Marquee goes temporarily dark

But just as the next opening
Opts to repeat tried and proven choices
Whether performer
Or audience
The art of persuasion 
Continues to evolve

Gradually 

Acting’s duality of purpose
Will fade-out separation’s proscenium arch 
Opting to invite spectators on stage
Where applause and bows will become one
Where separate identity will cross over
Forging audience and players as one
Making the we/them question moot 

Yes
The Bard was right
Actors all

My Coke Rewards

If you drink Coca-Cola, don’t throw the bottle caps away.
Do you see the code under the cap on display?
The company has a rewards incentive today.
Sign up on their website on the internet.
There are plenty of good things for you and I to get.

You can redeem accumulated points for merchandise.
Take a look at their catalog for things that look nice.
There are also many sweepstakes in which you can participate.
The prizes you may win certainly look great.

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