#board
Because a losing player tosses
Monopoly boards and their houses
Sharp corners await
Mom in her bare feet.
The agony one board-game causes!
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
Hasbro makes a Monopoly game
Durable because sometimes we blame
The board for our troubles.
We never roll doubles!
So flip the whole board. This is lame!
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
It’s fun to collect money for passing
Go but ahead hotels are massing.
Competitors bought
The railroads. You’re caught!
You can’t outrun landlords by racing.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
A top hat that skims on its brim
And cars built with wheels that don’t spin
Vault from Baltic to Ventnor,
Streets you don’t pay rent for.
If they land on Boardwalk you win.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 4:12 PM UTC
When I say I like to play games,
I mean I like monopoly.
I mean I like rolling the dice,
Playing the odds and hoping
To land on something lucky.
When I get lucky
I land on free parking,
Like the kind on the street
Outside of your apartment.
I celebrate as I am showered
In more kisses than I can count.
I shove them down my throat
To negotiate with later.
As time passes we will
Trade them back and forth
Until every inch of space
Between me and you is occupied.
For a while we will be equal.
We will play nice. Pay small tolls.
Taking only what we are giving,
Trading for mutual benefit,
Growing from one another.
Building houses and visiting
One another's properties.
Not worrying about landing
On one space or another.
Slowly grassy fields turn
To sprawling developments.
Places that some people aim to be,
Make a family, one, two, three.
But we are not the type to, baby.
We will not stop for a white picket fence.
We have personal goals, for personal developments.
We are career driven people.
In the name of monopoly,
We will circle the board until we are dizzy,
Erecting concrete skyscapers one layer at a time,
Building walls stacked on walls
That scream to the sky
"Something was built here."
Something hard. Something heavy.
Something immovable. A concrete block
Concealing a once-grassy field.
I went to visit you there.
I found a ticket on my dash board.
I guess thats why you said you're fine,
But I am not.
These walls cost me a toll that I cannot pay.
I heard the only way to knock them down
Is if one of us loses.
Good thing "It's just a bored game."
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
A piece
of a ouija board
sits in the Los Angeles River
as the inky crows squawk nearby
I pace
along this polluted trickle
of a river
as the crows flutter by
Apace
a runner darts near
without his mask
I shudder
Ashes
ashes
we all
fall down
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
Why am I taking L’s,
Everyday and once in a while ,
Why, why ,
Why do u do this to me ,
Life life really do **** .....
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
Our board is too small,
Our moves are a mess.
We are pawns in a much more complicated game than chess.
Yet somehow, we mean even less.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 63
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
The Life, its kindof a board game,
Ultimate victory and imminent defeat
Are equal to both key players.
Good actions and bad deeds
Both stay morally a key player
May be differing but both are equal.
One who acts smartly he instantly wins
One who doesn't he looses, at the distinct end;
Both stay in same board!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
I could do this,
I should try that!
Observe,
Learn,
I contemplate,
Overcomplicate.
Collect my thoughts—
They congregate,
A few debate,
They all at once reverberate,
all at once...
Can't keep their pace.
I give up the chase.
.............
Sorry, lost my place.
.............
Or should I say,
My mind's misplaced.
Can't gain any motivation,
Apathy is all I'm tasting,
It's grown from a lack of patience.
A thought once cradled as exaggeration;
Procrastination's forced its own invasion,
Imagination's lobe is vacant.
Formed a shell of words,
Seeking validation.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC
she is
a dart
with crafty
that surfs
the pipes
by their
wave's crack
if she
enjoys her
drag and
fulfills dream
that sports
her next
bikini but
on beach
baits her
seam well
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
I found chalk on the holding
of sky shimmers, then I composed
on the blank spaces that where
echoes of what was drawn in
memories of yesterdays dreams.
Barren slate needed the imagination,
woven between fingers streaming
across an arborealis of creativity.
I am the drawer of dreams that
were colourless and now fill a void.
I outlined the slumbering's of what were
just blank smudges. Now revitalized,
I'm within this moment, a collage of
colourful wishes that I created before I
look smiling, tomorrows imaginings drawn again.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
You said you wanted to play a round of Sorry,
but that you didn't know the game,
instead you used Pictionary to draw for me,
but every scribbled messaged looked the same.
You said you related to Snakes and Ladders,
I guess because you like to go up and down.
You hope that I fall off and my leg shatters,
and the snakes eat me on the ground.
So go on and roll the dice, pretend to take a chance,
so go on and play nice, I know you've mastered that dance.
We don't need anyone else to play,
the two of us can share the blame.
So what do you say? Let's play another board game.
You suggested next Monopoly, your greed would help you win,
I think you just wanted to beat me, then wanted to rub it in.
I asked if you liked Risk, though strategy was never my strength,
your "no" came out very brisk, you never liked games of length.
You said you would love a round of Battleship,
I guess so you could shoot and bring me down,
watching me sink within my crypt,
right until I reached the ground.
So go on and roll the dice, pretend to take a chance,
we can play the same one twice, you'll keep your winning stance.
We can do it all your way, rules can keep things too tame,
so what do you say? Let's play another board game.
As a child your favourite game was Trouble,
but not because you're a living cliche,
you claim you liked to pop the bubble,
hoping each time it would break away.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
A social milieu nigh Zipper Beach
And surfing early morning, she's looking for her board.
A test of hers only to wipe out again only miss. So hang ten my good friend!
In Cabo San Lucas but she's full tilt there shall grant a beaker again and again. Ole
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
What piece to move next!
Contemplating if I should pick the short route or
the longer, more rewarding one
Twisting into the middle of the board
Where the candy castle lies
About to wave the white flag
But so close to the freedom
The castles right there!
Look at the kids - this game frees them
Laughing without thought
Smiling without pain
So sweet for the time
Too lethal to stay
After much thought
I throw my hands up and say
"I surrender"
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Its just as a piece of art.
We all write and show our selves on pieces of artwork.
Our art work is writing.
We put words down to show people our feelings.
We put our words down to make someone smile.
We put our words down to make someone fall in love.
Our words are our thoughts.
Our thoughts become into pieces of artwork.
Our thoughts that seem trapped inside we write out into words.
Our feelings turn into pieces of writings that make people cry, smile,feel your pain, or feel your love,your happiness, or your tears.
Writing is as taking a paint brush.
Our colors are letters on a board.
We take our brush.
And we brush across our canvas.
And we come with beautiful inspiring writings.
With every writing is inspiration to write more or of some type.
Writing is wondrous.
Its a relief of a way to escape your reality and turn to your diary of secrets.
Writing is one of the best ways to know someone just by their simple sentence.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Checkered choices rise some nights,
play chess with all my frightful failings.
Queen's Pawn to Rook 5.
Nail my footsteps
to the concrete season.
I'm losing pieces it seems.
I'm a sardonic grinner
and under these eyebrows, it's nuclear winter.
Wending my way through the last
three years, I find no release valve.
The pressure will build and place
its long arm along my shoulder,
pull me far from my friends.
One.
Two.
One.
Two.
Step
by step
by hammer blow step
a story is crafted, installed with a lock
in a circular book.
Queen's Pawn to Ryman Street
1:45 a.m.
simmering skin over ice armored innards,
the freezing rain sends up my curses
like steam
clouding off of my shoulders
and into the skyline.
I've castled my way out of checkmate questions.
Not my move to make,
so I won't life a finger.
Queen's Pawn to front doorstep,
then straight on to bed.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Fiddly bits and
Mismatched shapes;
Come into my house,
Shut off the drapes.
I'll piece them together
This one and that.
But you don't believe in board games
So it's bound to fall flat.
So let us start from the beginning,
The corners and the bottoms;
Work inwards.
But do not be surprised
If you are not that missing piece,
But just a part of another's
Puzzle.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Eat.
Study.
Pray.
Top.
Everything else is rendered nullified and voided.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC