My rabbit plays poker
He’s no joker
He knows how to bluff
and lots of other stuff
We split the winnings
which has him grinning
I told him 20/80 ~ stupid bunny
thought it was funny
He
Who has
Feasted on
Free-flowing life
Knows no jealousy,
Unladen by guilt that
His intent is less than pure,
For his winnings are sufficient.
He has forged a life without questions,
Without a decade's hesitation
To consider whether his own
Paradise might justify
What he won't leave behind
When he is not spared
From the demise
His toiling
Will have
Earned.
I've been told many a time to fan Chelsea
That my darling club is not worth my time
That Arsenal will never bring joy consistently
For all the love, time, money and energy for support
Not to be in waste without any trace of payback
Oh the so called blue; her weight put winnings on knee
Yearning of the past glory as their prime
Yet hope nothing good is for ARS. insistently
But claimed her players, maybe are distort
Keeping at heart the soon to come winnings-- back-to-back
Mortify reproach; let Arsenal shock them
That those who run never have those crawling condemn
let me lean into me winnings educate bout you Achilies so I can send you spinning, with threads strung on me limbs
thin thinner thinnest billyboard me insecurities it ain't an issue but it really hit a nerve now me is training, try me you will witness the power and maybe live to tell the tale
couldn't hand me a little peace handle me sweet though me not entitled, but it's a request
jelly jelly bout you lack of freely used cuss knowledge I love the impact and damage, one day might mirror it and die
"do things my own way darling" it ain't easy I don't got the capacity cause I choose to let you I choose to let you choose though you never respect me oh
darling smooth unshattered like the legs of a virgin sharp, and useless when throw down so never miss that instructing
when me is talking try not to butt in or push a button cause I'm random who knows I might charge you like bison one of kind but always on your mind like a floating web babe learn to respect me before I lose what's left of this me inside
My Aunt Ruby was a bingo fanatic.
Every Friday she'd get her hair done ~
a visit to the 'Strands To Go' salon.
She left feeling like a graceful queen.
Friday nights were sacred at the bingo hall.
She'd pull out her money from her purse
and buy as many bingo cards as possible
then head to her favourite table to wait.
She'd light a cigarette to calm the nerves
and say a little prayer hoping to win big.
Someone had to win the jackpot ~ why not her.
She prepared her dabber and braced herself.
The bingo caller was always right on time.
Her cards always ready and perfectly aligned.
She waited with bated breath for numbers called
loud and clear as they possibly could be.
And so it was that every week on Friday,
Aunt Ruby spent her time doing what she loved best:
smoking, dabbing, and chatting among other devotees
... even coming home odd times with some cash winnings.
AP: 1st place 2025
Waking in the palm of your hand,
A universe of spinning worlds unfolds—
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From jungle beats to mythic shores.
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Scroll through themes and epic tales,
From glittering gems to pirate sails.
Every tap—a pulse, a thrill,
Responsive beats that never still.
Trust the vault, the licensed gate,
Secure and fair, with healthy restraint.
Set your spin, respect the game—
Responsible fun, the core’s the same.
Play the demo first, feel the spark,
A teaser’s glimpse before you embark.
From mobile slot adventures at UnionSlots with Starburst’s glow
To Rainbow’s gleam where winnings flow.
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In shrinking screens, vast worlds reside—
Mobile slots in the UK where fortune and fun collide.
1905
Geronimo went to Washington
to meet the Great White Father
(where he hoped to bury the hatchet)
and save his Indian Nation...
checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked,
"Do you have a reservation?"
The perfect poker face when playing cards
(his guards were nearly always broke)
said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he
to pay for educating children of the Apache.
He later rode with Pawnee Bill
in what was known as the 'Wild West',
(and what a circus)
a chief he never was,
1909
died of pneumonia all too soon,
'Geronimo Now a Good Indian,'
read the headline of The Chicago Daily Tribune.
A flamboyant love with a beloved muse,
Transcendent and captivating, the spirit destined to confuse.
As time currents flow, the hearts ignite and swell with amour,
Unveiling words of enchantment leaf by leaf in a tome like an author.
Every encounter with your visage makes me run wild,
To a degree of delineating all the giddiness like I'm a child.
Behind the intense fervor lies heartache and profound scars,
A trapped soul desperately yearning to grasp with distant stars.
The unbearable ache of healing and moving on,
Flashbacks and memories haunting silent intervals from dusk till dawn.
Mixed feelings of confusion and regret,
With a shattered heart that forgives but never forgets.
A heart laid bare awaiting to be loved and healed,
Yet never allowing entry even if they appealed.
From the ruins of love emerge bittersweet endings,
Unlurking shadows of love that bring fleeting winnings.
Touching the soul to its bottomless core,
Leaving the heart in pieces, sore.
there was a bookie named Jennings
who had to pay the mob his winnings
one day it was said
he kept them instead
and was later found floating in the Hudson
I fill your cup with light from sun up
till sun down with
the brightest of smiles
Don't frown when it appears you're
running on empty for
you'll be replenished
by the mile
This one life is a game over the
heads of many so listen
closely to what
I say
A man with many hats I have styles
for days one for every
arena in which
I play
I'm one with this Arcade so for
awhile it's these
numbers I'll
consume
The uptick comes in spades with
many keys until
we move to
other rooms
We're all just flowers in bloom pedaling
toward the sky while
we languish
& toil
Don't let this fill your heart with
anguish but be
full while you're
seeding this soil
You'll keep receiving the spoils
as if you were &
always born
to be the victor
Just measure your winnings with
scales & caution
while keeping an
eye on the Richter
I said just this once,
Just one more game.
But the more that I gave,
The more it pulled me in.
Every spin of the reel,
Every light on the wheel,
Held a promise so real,
That I couldn't feel.
I watched numbers blur,
Felt time slip away,
Betting on tomorrow,
Losing today.
In the glow of the screen,
I chased a bright lie,
As the winnings grew thin,
And the losses ran high.
I told myself "quit,"
But the pull was too strong,
The hope of a win,
Dragged me along.
Now I'm tangled in regret,
A web I can't break,
A jackpot of losses,
And more than just stakes.
If I could turn back,
If I could rewind,
I'd trade every chance,
To find peace of mind.
The afternoon was spent calulating
what would be misfortune to millions
as he calulated the winnings from
the online " Hoss lottree Game"
the odds were in his favor and
nanometers in the visible spectrum
wave lengths and frequencies
inline turbine which flows
he stood at the bbq pit a master with
a spatula in his hand bragging about
his odds and days later we found him right and rich!
He won and won big, from there he created
The Capstone Grill and invested in
Stemcell Meat production. Helping to create
a culture were affordalie meat
would be sold to masses of people
as an alternative to animal meat and protiens.
From the book Music Lover
Songs by Chancey
April 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 9-11
Key Verse – 2Kings 9:36 Wherefore they came again, and told him. And he said, This is the word of the LORD, which he spake by his servant Elijah the Tishbite…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENLIGHTENS US
THROUGH HIS WORD
Praise be to God for enlightening us through His Word that is:
Inspired for our regeneration
Indestructible along our redemption
Incontestable toward our revival
Incorruptible with our renewal
Indispensable for our restoration
2Kings 10:10 Praise be to the Lord Who does
that which He speaks:
Fulfilling His will with triumph
Freeing us from waywardness’ transgression
Framing our wisdom along His testimony
Fixing our ways toward thanksgiving
Flaming our winnings midst trials
2Kings 11:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
reinforcing His covenant toward us that is:
Sealed with His devotion
Secured by His decision
Satisfied amidst His delight
Shown along His direction
Strengthened upon dominion. Amen!
April 23, 2024
The selection has come and gone
With many congratulated for feign victories
People's Will bashed as hope remains forlorn
Though the grey fought with their voting power
Yet they remain powerless
Who dares decide for the ruthless,
That solely gains dominance ruthlessly?.
Just tell me;
"If winnings come with cheering, why then is your victory bleak"?
Why has it evoke dismay, and burns a rage in our minds
There is calm in the land, but fire lays on the roof-top
The country is divided at the birth of your unruly governance
For the proclamation is at variance with our reality
Therefore your unholy triumph conflict our assertions
An imposter you are and an imposter you will remain!
So as Sun is to the Day
And the Moon to the Night
For every ounce of downcast inflicted on the nation, upon your selection.
Nature inevitably awaits.
Erroneous mirror scatters his face
Mills his skin into thin porous powder
Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste
Mouth stuffed with rubble cement rancid sour
Embalmed motorbike tennage champion
Mist cobwebs in his chest, windless clothesline
Murdered dreams dumped, tight vertibre cramp them
Measure of failure in winnings' decline
Engine never to rev segments ego
Mourning whip lashes languish in his lungs
Molten moon drips millions he forgoes
Mortality unknown among airborne young
Moonbeam diamonds stall, star status dements
Ebb of ignition rides midnight lament
Sixteen year old Hero, Matty
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