Wagering Poems - Poems about Wagering

...I only ask questions most answers are with those far wiser than I far more erudite -- whose examples are all around me: poisoning of the atmosphere greed and famine produced battlefields......

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...Dangers plague this shambolic world in which we live where many seek vengeance and are not apt to forgive. It's a never-ending cycle of accuse, battle, and defeat at any cost, walking on a kni......

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...Dreams, do we imagine!? or imagined for us?~ not really ours man’s daily/nightly flighty escapes – perhaps mystically inspired? Projections of a superior curtain-wizard: His/its contrived illu......

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...Gambling with the hope that comes To those who know His love, His grace, His mercy – Risking the heart, the soul, the wonder Of a love that came to us through His cross, His gentle sigh, embraci......

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...Good day, Sun; so nice to see you. At my age, despite what odds I give I can't get anyone to bet, all wagering off, as to whether, the following morning, I will be earth-side or aloft? ......

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...Cricket is quite possibly of the most cherished game in Indium. Everybody here has one more degree of for cricket. Individuals in India love to bring in cash by wagering on their most adored game tha......

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...I Does morality need some religion? Does humanity need Creator, Creation? If I'm good even when I'm bad Morality and religion we must have As with government, as with queens, king - Humans need......

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...Violent thunderstorms sweep along the Ohio valley From west to east against the river’s flow Frequently during early April, May, and June Nothing better to do, I religiously record the tally. ......

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...A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes thrown down on a dare to be won or lost till it became a pape......

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... Soft shadows, slowly slide suspiciously, sustaining shivers shooting silently- suggesting simultaneously, surreal wind-blown, wispy, wisteria wands whispering wildly, waltz......

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...NOT WHOM I ONCE WAS by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I Put a Ring on Her Finger, She Put a Ring Thru My Nose My Power Continuously Ebbs, Hers Constantly Grows I Once Liked the Green Color, She Says I’m Bet......

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...THE HUNDRED YEAR DAY by JOHN M. ARRIBAS In three more minutes they’ll open the gate I’ll wait in my car going over my slate It’s been six long years and it’s not over yet I’m wagering......

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... Welcome to the year 4712, the year of the horse. This is the most important time for Atlantic City hotels, of course. It is tradition for good luck to eat noodles on the first day. Make ......

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...I wouldn’t wanna miss you more I simply miss you A future I saw Isn’t a future to be real Dreams to come crushing down With years giving for age to catch up Younger whence be dreams found With momen......

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... During a sultry summer’s afternoon, when anyone can melt away and swoon, nothing can cool us off quite as nice as a generous helping of Italian water ice. Slaves of Roman emperors from ages......

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