you always buy a ticket
got to be in it to win it
life is a lottery
a game of chance loss or gain
betting on a horse that’s lame
always loaded to the dealer’s hand
from the dream
tomorrow is another day
because you see it that way
the moment is now
never before lived
the place may be familiar
but take in the landscape
forgive yourself the pain
bad decisions flawed refrain
your future is here and now
step through the door
take a bow
he boarded the plane
which some minutes after takeoff
violently shook and then plummeted toward earth—
him being sad, not over his impending death, but having just won the lottery
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
2/29/2020 - Poetry form: Fibonacci - The number of syllables in each line must equal the sum of the syllables in the two previous lines resulting in 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21... which is the fibonacci sequence. The last line of 21 syllables in this poem appears as more than one line because of Hellopoetry's space restrictions and also on mobile devices and smaller screens. Ah, the Romanesque broccoli spirals of the fibonacci sequence! - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
I usually write a poem before the title.
Like a book full of stories before they named it “The Bible”.
I wrote my name and didn’t consider it as a gamble.
One out of many as my identity scrambles.
It’s a possibility that we met just on different channels.
All game shows are the same just different panels
Let’s meet and greet, then after enjoy my defeat.
I’ll laugh on the inside trying to keep it discreet.
Then again, I could be the loser.
I tend to always jinx my own future.
No smile on my face, I don’t see the humor.
Lost in the game and laughed by the viewers
No money in my pockets, just more for the producers.
Good Game I guess!
Am I a living contestant gambling with my life?
Out to find a better version of me trying to survive.
Money spent with confidence and carrying my pride.
I play to win, aware of consequence, yet I’m still staying alive.
It was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
My life went straight to Hell because of the lottery.
I got $100,000,000 when I won the Powerball.
But after just two years, I'm broke, I lost it all.
I bought expensive cars, mansions and a yacht.
I went broke partly because of the things I bought.
I also had family and friends begging at my door.
Two years ago I was rich, but now I'm dirt poor.
When it came to my money, I should've been tight.
But I was generous, I handed out money left and right.
I gave $250,000 to my church but ended up being sorry.
The preacher used my donation to buy himself a Ferrari.
I shouldn't have chosen to get my money in one lump sum.
Now I'm living in a cardboard box because I'm a ***.
I also lost money because the Government made me pay tax.
I wanted to go after those Government Officials with an ax.
The Government took the money and I told them where to stick it.
If you want to avoid being in my shoes, stop buying lottery tickets.
You feel like
a scratch-off lottery ticket
that I accidentally won;
received as a belated birthday gift,
or bought impulsively at a gas station near the thruway.
I don't think the powers that be
intended to send you to me
but low and behold,
you’re the winner
that I’ve waited too long to discover.
The envoys of Athens
in their comfortable carriages
democratically stripped of adornment
are dignified by the inability
to make a decision, divided
by all the nuances of the mind
They will have to wait
because we have no news
from our informants yet
We sprinkle the goat
with lukewarm water, she does not shiver
so the god will not speak
until the stars are right again
and we will be informed
about the politics of the princes
We save expenses nor pains
we are the dedicated priests
of this posh lottery
The impotence of democracy
The priests of the Oracle of Delphi
Collection “Secrets & Believers”
A hundred marbles in dish,
A chance of fate to question with.
Fifty red and fifty white,
Fifty for my death and fifty for my life.
I close my eyes and extend my hand to reach,
My fingers brush the glass of each.
Afraid to look at either outcome,
If I see white, I breath for them.
If I see red, they agree with me, this is the end.
With sweat forming at my brow,
Three. Two. One. I open them now
It's red like crimson, red like birth.
Read like the paper that spoke my worth.
The rope behind was tied,
My fate was made as was mind.
Thirty seconds I hung,
Thirty's seconds the rope did snap.
Questioning why they put me back
I guess lotteries play games like that.
Inspired by Duma Key by Stephen King
All Hell broke loose when my friend stole my winning lottery ticket.
He collected twenty million dollars and I told him where to stick it.
But when my wife ran off with him, it was the last straw.
He was going to pay even though I had to break the law.
I owed a lot of money and that lottery ticket would've gotten me out of debt.
I found out where he moved to and I put two bullets in his head as he slept.
The gunshots woke up my wife and she said she was going to call the police.
I'd been consumed by rage as I pulled the trigger and now she's also deceased.
I'm in jail now and the other prisoners fear me, I make them all cringe.
My friend and my slutty wife ruined my life but at least I got revenge.
The smiling Santa Claus faces
Dim hope fading
With each metallic fleck
Flicked onto the kitchen floor
Yet, she will buy more
And always the same numbers
On the gas station tickets
She buys with a bag of chips
And gas-station humus
With gas-station pop,
In a gas-station cup -
Too large to hold in one hand -
That she fills to the brim
She never lets herself
Get to empty
She fills her soul with
That one day, she’s gotta win
She’s just gotta
So she plays the game
Plays the odds
Fills her cup
Fills up her tank
Drives to two, three, four
And never lets her soul
Get to empty
She’s just gotta win
Fate has gotta give in
To her sheer ambition,
She knows it in her bones
Maybe not this time,
or next time
…or the time after
Dedicated to my Mother In Law
Finding love is easy.
Finding the right kind is not.
Few get to feel it.
Quite a few get to keep it.
Love is a free gift given.
Getting it right is like winning.
It is not for everyone.
Just the lucky ones.
Hash tag the blessed.
For it truly a blessing.
If you ever find it right,
Be wise and persistent.
Keep it winning right.
©Belema .S. Ekine