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Sahar Gtoons Mar 2021
Ben was a poor and simple-hearted man
Who had never achieved his fancy dreams and he lived on the streets
He was homeless and hungry yet he had many great fake fans

One of them told him that you are lucky that you do not have anything in life
You do not have a luxurious and comfortable home, a well-paid job
A large wealthy family with naughty kids or a nagging wife

Poor Ben could not afford to eat good food and buy fancy clothes
He had to sleep in dumpster in freezing winter days
He was selling tissues, matches and roses

Ben thought he had lost everything in his dismal life and he had nothing left to lose
But people used to tell him that he is lucky to be a naïve and a kind man
That he is lucky to wear filthy striped coat, torn pants and old comfortable shoes

He even gave them his only shoes, his stripped gray coat and his ripped pants
Ben was a gullible, hardworking, self-sacrificing and too generous man
At the end he was a man with nothing who lost everything to his phoney fans

Sahar.Gtoons
Moomin Mar 2021
Another day for discovery, another dance of fate
One that's guaranteed to please, the stars have set this date
The twins are free, the moon is high, and Mars has come in line
And on this, the 5th, my lucky day, I have to rise and shine

With fingers crossed and wood well-knocked, I leave my lonely place
The words of the fortune cookie have put a smile upon my face
With lucky penny and rabbit's foot, my future must be sound
But, just in case, when I spy the ladder, I will choose to go around

I'm lucky 21 today and I've wished upon my star
No mirrors broke or salty spills, no black cats on my path
A brand new year, to quell my fears, and act on all my schemes
Today's my day, destined to meet, the stranger of my dreams
  
But as my lucky day unfolds, and my hopes are stretched and bruised
The world continues just the same, like it doesn't know my rules  
And expectation is not met, nor new advantage gained
For though the signs are all in  place, the day is just the same

What has gone wrong, why is this so, have I left something out?
This day should be so joyful, and make me sing and shout
Yet as day's end nears and I taste the tears, of disappointment and despair
A sudden thought occurs to me, that I can hardly bear

Little rabbit, tucked in my purse, and nestled at my side
Who offers luck and promises, a life changing surprise
He paid a price for lucky feet, for that which he was bred
He hops no more, and twitches not, for little bunny's dead

And as I ponder on rabbit's fate, a new thought comes to me
About my shining lucky penny, that grandma gave to me
That trinket has daily been with me, since I was only nought
Yet, didn't stop the darker days, that life and loss have wrought

And what of horsey, free and fair, who wants to run and neigh?
But lost his shoe and was tethered to, become a human's slave
My breath was short and my face was wet, as I sought the truth to see
That planets were indifferent and not aware of me

No clover found, no lucky star, no bad luck from spilled salt
And the dreamcatcher above my bed, also nightmares caught
And even old Saint Christopher, who was meant to protect me  
Didn't help the day I crashed my car into a tree  

And suddenly, I knew the truth, with my future plain to see
That all these things were not in control, that it was up to me
That sometimes we have accidents and illnesses and such
And objects would not be for us, a prevention or a crutch

That stars and numbers just exist and birthdays will come and go
And sometimes we will make mistakes, and life will ebb and flow
And realizing all these things, I suddenly felt free
And vowed then to prepare myself, for future misery

For all the rituals and the charms, and lucky numbers too
Had not produced a happy life, or made a future new
I would take control and steer my life, by my own deeds instead
For rabbit's foot could not help him, and sadly, bunny's dead
Trinidad Feb 2021
Though my luck maybe gone. And my hope maybe lost. I must remain strong. At all cost
clmathew Feb 2021
Lucky
written January 20th, 2021

"I've always been lucky," he says,
standing at his gate
talking to me on this dirt road,
"I survived an inoperable brain tumor, cancer
and they took one of my lungs,
but I had 2, so I'm fine.
Always been lucky."

He turns back to his home and dogs
rolling the gate shut behind him.

I am left to wonder
how does fate dispense luck?
Who gets it? What type? How much?

Is it years served?
arrests made?
women loved?
children raised?
dogs cared for and buried?

I sit in my car and watch him walk
through the trees to the house he built
with plenty of room to turn around in

I see the inexorable path
the luck dispensed and choices made
that has brought him to this moment
he and his dogs
at the end of this dirt road.

If he could choose different luck
would he?
this man who has always been lucky.
This might be my only poem about someone I actually know. I took poetic license with a few details. Sometimes I try to paint pictures, and this might be a picture that only I can see. I probably haven't shared enough for others to see it, but then that's poems isn't it? I write, and you take what you do from it. Through the lens of your own life.

I asked my friend if I could post this, and he said yes. We haven't talked about it yet, but I suspect that he would say he wouldn't change anything. I think most of us know, we can choose the next step on the path, but not where the path ends.
the clock read 4 am
in new york city,

one hell of a city

i was at a little coffee place, still open
it was one i frequented often, when in the sin
a place of pity
when you look closely at the people or inspect the buildings a bit nearer
some street blocks you need just look down
but i'd bought a cup for a nice young fella out on his luck
he'd made the pavement his pillow
and as he talked my ear off
on physics, domestic politics, and stocks
i thought of what little difference
it made to so many
whether it was him or i
calling my stay on the straightaways
and the little that made us separate
Symbol of all that’s good.

Beautiful
Little wonder of nature
Four little leaves in one
Every leave holds its own
wonder
Crutches of life under the sun
      Hope
On peaceful living
With innerpeace of mind.
That it will be better tomorrow
Hope on life of  better kind.
    Trust
In each other always
To live together as one,
Looking after each other
the key to become one
     Love
By which everything good begins,
Everyone together  
An era , a  new begin
     Good luck
To everybody
to each and every one
Who ever you are or where ever you’re from

Little Green clover of nature
A present  to life in all its ways
Beautiful symbol of mankind
Freedom in every way .☘️

Shell🐚✨
Good luck symbol
Symbol of all that’s good.

Beautiful
Little wonder of nature
Four little leaves in one
Every leave holds its t own
wonder
Crutches of life under the sun
      Hope
On peaceful living
With innerpeace of mind.
That it will be better tomorrow
Hope on life of  better kind.
    Trust
In each other always
To live together as one,
Looking after each other
the key to become one
     Love
By which everything good begins,
Everyone together  
An era , a  new begin
     Good luck
To everybody
to each and every one
Who ever you are or where ever you’re from

Little Green clover of nature
A present  to life in all its ways
Beautiful symbol of mankind
Freedom in every way .☘️

Shell🐚✨
Good luck symbol
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