"chancer" poems
I see you!
You’re a chancer, an unusual impulsive, persuasive & promiscuous soul; unconcerned with remorse or guilt!
You’ve created a life & career through crazy schemes and dreams!
You have a certain glib, superficial charm and an impressive sense of self-worth and I liked that; but not the drama.
If only you’d had the gumption to formally introduce me to the genuine you, without fear of rejection; you ****** fool!
X
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Chancer er det, der gør livet, til noget at leve for.
Chances is what, makes life, something worth living for
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
I'm afraid to be here
At home all alone
When the man in the dark
Could be roaming so close
I'm afraid to be here
After last night
When the man in the dark
Gave me a fright
I'm afraid to be here
With eyes open wide
If the man in the woods
Is lurking outside
I'm afraid to be here
Tell me why did he come
Look up at my window
Hiding for fun
I'm afraid to be here
Without my best friend
Who witnessed him too
Sent our minds in a bend
I'm afraid to be here
Tell me how does he know
The best way to creep
To see my window
I'm afraid to be here
Tell me why was he here?
A chancer, a pervert
A stalker I fear
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
Baby just born,
this new world you won,
destiny's is open,
your journeys begun.
You cry for the sorrow you're still going to feel,
for all the confusion and broken souls that kneel.
You cry for the beautiful sunsets you will see,
the pain of love's passion and the horrors that be.
So much anticipation that you don't understand,
so much expectations of what will be wrought by your hands.
Will you be a hero who will rise and break through?
Or just another chancer with nothing to do?
Will you be a saviour defining this age?
Or just another traveler sailing the page?
The thorns pierce you deep as you churn in your sleep,
The future still open for the power you keep.
But for now enjoy the agony of just trying to survive,
be consumed with the wonder of being alive,
pierce our hearts with your intense and innocent glare,
let us carry you on to the cross you will bare.
We will build you up with the best that we have,
we will give you our dreams and the best of our rags,
you will eat our truths and mimic our faults,
You will sift our souls and take what is yours.
And then just like that your colours will fade,
disappearing in the mist all the wonders you made,
even as you entered your life's ticking down,
it is appointed to all to receive our burial crown.
I pray you will make your mark on the history books
of a rich beautiful life breathing beyond the boundaries
of your mortality and being remembered just a bit longer
until this world is passed too and all is forgotten.
Never lose the wonder,
never lose the tears,
never forget you were carried
until the day you're buried.
You are our hope for something new and something different,
a creative spark to erase our failures and apathy,
Namaste, we bow to you,
Be, my boy, and take what's due to you.
Dec 9, 2009
Dec 9, 2009 at 6:18 AM UTC
When we left, the anger was courageous
Tears shrugged off their ducts and ran a river
And so....it was an adopted day. Lopsided
Out of kilter, hard boiled, the reflux swallowed
Spite spat out its tabloid journal and spanked me
A chancer on a long haul flight of emotion. A broken limb
A ball of 'Nastiness' bit into my flesh. Stamping dishonesty
A clear winter blue sky......guarding its frosty secret
The guns shot their bullets, cracking the air between us
Hitting the eye of the bull. The red rag waved at a tangent
Calling in all favours. Bystanders gorged. Rubber necked
As your heart parted company with your soul and bounced
When you undid the latch, the safety catch broke and hit the floor
Purged. Vented. Filling the air with blemishes. The stars fell
Short of their place in the universe; befriended and hung out
With blackened bark as debris hit. Now minus will only equal minus
.......equal minus
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
I want to melt a wax Viking,
with a piece of sword shaped kindling.
Watch the face drip, sag run into a
droopy frown of fluid features.
To saw the head from a celebrity mannequin.
Watch fall it to the floor,
with it's perfect teeth and face;
plastic smooth skin.
Almost as plastic and smooth as the “real” thing.
To tear the words from the mouth
of a liar, cheat, chancer and con-man.
Rearrange the words to spell out the truth.
watch the eyes and puffy face spasm,
as if possessed by a phantasm.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
.
*Two Knights out and two Knights in,
two Knights in the tourney ring.
With a lance and sword and shield,
no quarter must either Knight yield.
With each muscle and each breath
they must fight on until death.
With mace chain and insult calls,
two Knights stand 'til one of them falls.
The white Knight is a charmer,
black Knight in polished armour,
to win a fair Princess to wed.
The white Knight is a chancer,
the black Knight is a dancer,
who will die on a grassy bed?*
© Pagan Paul (25/05/19)
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
The dork just stood there, Man!
Peeling back his mask
Then folding it back down again.
What a chancer!
Breaking in klangers;
Tip toeing through hoops;
Belching on tap;
Crapping on sand paper;
Bleaching hot tap,
With water-eye presentation
Flown from afar
In the cargo hold for Mr. Black,
Mount Nero;
Cnoc Dubh.
What's the fuzz?
what's the craic?
Let him have it
In 2's and 3's
End of:
'Life's a breeze'
Corporate jingomuggery
Daylight shrubbery
Catchall quantum thuggery
"Put him back in the hold"
Goodbye Mr.Black,
Mount Nero;
Cnoc Dubh.
What's the craic?
What the fuzz?
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 3:12 AM UTC
I lie here alone, to let my imagination wander
I see my thoughts sewn, there power is like thunder
The pain I was hiding, from the trauma I had suffered
So I leave it all behind, so the truth can be discovered.
I waited for a reason, at a door without a key
I endured the many seasons, when there was nothing left of me
I suppressed, and then reassessed my feelings
So I could make some sense, of this reality
Then I guessed, and I obsessed with the meaning
Of what it truly means, to be free.
The waiting gave me my answer, of what lay behind that door
I could hear the sound of laughter, and I felt the lions roar
I saw a beautiful dancer, and I could smell the sea by the shore
The victor will be a chancer, who is clearly self-assured.
So now I walk around smiling, there is such a place within me
Finally, I can stop fighting, the truth was always the key
The reasons I just kept writing, I fell in love with my poetry
My words became exciting, they were my remedy
As my passion continued rising, to align with destiny.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
*Drinking, smoking, skipping college,
Getting into fights that you don't start,
You put play before your work,
But that's just the way you are.
"Get out of my sight" or off the stage,
Your wink is soft, your anger's hard,
It seems to most, you've lost control,
But that's just the way you are.
I don't fit in, I never have,
You rebuke me, leave a mark,
Chancer, messing, cheeky, sly,
But that's just the way you are.
Yet all of this, and all of you'd
Miss half your worth by far,
It's senseless and you won't agree,
But that's just the way you are.
"How did she end up with him?"
And when did all this start?
Your play is work you want to keep,
But that's just the way you are.
And so we'll wait to tell the world,
Our lethargic, secret plan.
Sure, I could take it in my stride,
But that's not the way I am.*
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 8:25 AM UTC
Then comes the danger,
pretends it's a friend.
Infamous liars,
ultimate desires.
Intoxication
and the fuckin' rest.
Hours and hours
to be the best.
A balance to be re-dressed.
The best fuckin' dancer,
fuckin' chancer.
Don't get ****** . .
. in
sin
sin
Good luck!
Kaydee.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Scarlet cinnabar
wanton reds and ***** you pinks
Vermilion is a libertine
a go it alone chancer
who lives free and to hell with the consequence
condemn him if you will
for he is already ******
The devil has his own team colours
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 12:04 PM UTC
This life is a dream that has no end, beginning
With all of the loss I've had, somehow I'm winning
I stood at the station waiting for your footsteps
But somehow I found myself on a moving doorstep
Heading out west, it had seemed the only answer
The story my mind told was that I am a chancer
I stepped off the ledge that had long been the steepest hell
Shedding the skin of my past like an empty shell
I can't go farther when I've now gone all the way
So, I guess that I'll stay.
The words that I wanted from you back when it mattered
Come spilling from your mouth to me now where they shatter
The irony is; there's no bliss or a kiss they deserve
I cant feel the pain, there's no drain from the break that I've cured
When I turned my back and left you fading in the distance
I failed to make space with the time leading up to this instant
I laugh to myself as it seems we were always here
The one difference now is that I could not lesser care
The world keeps on spinning, but I'm stuck in some old place
It circles around as I stare into Karma's face.
No need to fear counting years, as if time is a race
There's no out of bounds, lost or found, like a cloud up in space
I'll see it again, theres no end, rounds the bend in full circle
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
I live in the realms of night
where dreams come true
I should be committed
in static as a who is who
I play loser
I play chancer
does it matter any ways
for my name is black
My name begins with an X
not what is seen on the pages I write
and yes I am living
living in the twilight zone
By Xristos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 5:52 AM UTC
Hollow echoes,
roaring silence.
Vacant faces
Empty spaces.
Drowning souls
Crying screaming,
Entering into death's dolls house.
Swamped inferno.
Endless noise.
Sweating,
Dropped suggestions
The living care.
They care not.
They never did
Ad, okay
All immortal souls cry ,left alone.
Shadows trickle painfully into regrettable existence.
Lost between here and there and into the distance.
Distance never reached, as only demons screech.
Eternity wails as banshees play.
Wraiths warbling, Playing as evil humming birds.
The undead walk.
They're dragging their chains.
Closely attached to their mortal remains.
Rattling and crying
The long dead are sighing.
Prepared or not for judgment day.
Purgatory
Not the place to be.
They calling out loudly
They want to be free.
A scream it seems they plead for sweet freedom.
Pleas for forgiveness.
Begging broken children
Crying and calling for mothers they left long ago.
Dripping blood of victims of ******
She screamed for a life time.
Nobody heard her.
Victims of hanging their banging the walls.
Trying hard to reply as sweet angel calls.
Angels, archangels, none of them know.
They're calling for mercy.
Don't want to visit the fires in the pit.
Hell be spared.
Heaven be sent.
Noisy dead sinners give up.
Just repent.
While you had your chances necromancy black magic.
Romances. and chancers.
Your times be they hard,
You were always the chancer.
Wailing impaled on moments of madness.
The eagles are soaring.
The dead men are snoring.
To calls of the cats
And wolves that are baying at a cloudy blue moon.
Shouted out loudly they all died to soon.
Beep beep beep.
AF,
VF.
VT.
The rally to save those who misbehave.
CPR.
Asystole.
Diseased.
Deceased.
Cracks and chinks.
Missing links.
Hollow tomorrows.
Necropsy kiss.
Necrotic.
Breaking down.
Released to silence.
Forgiven.
Absolved of sin.
Giving in.
Released.
Displeased.
Relieved.
And so the next batch arrived.
The candles lit.
Which pathway will they take.
A guiding vulture waits to steal their souls away.
He's crowing and calling and scratching at dust.
(C) LIVVI MMCV
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
The words he spoke made me choke, I don't wanna croak, not under the cancer cloak,
My eyes they streamed, water of dreams and sun beams but I know what it all means,
It's not a day out or a way out not even when I scream and shout,
My ears hear fears, stupid words and things obsurd,
I can't be a chancer, not with cancer, im not gonna be a dancer,
In heaven or hell, I don't wanna dwell.on the ledge of diseases,
I will fight day and night, I'll put it right, it's within my sight, it is my rite,
Rewind a day behind, I was in sane mind, but now I'm one of the special kind,
Can you hear me breath in every sin, they come knocking coz im a locking out death,
He can wait for a date with me or your mate,
I'm no longer dreaming this feeling, the burnin the churning my body is yearning and turning,
Give me pills, no frills, chase them angels of me window sills,
Lights getting dimmer, my breathing getting thinner, but I still want to eat the medicine dinner,
Family all gathered round my body looking tattered there all so worn and all so shattered,
I'm to tied up and to wired up to give them kind words, of hope, I, they can't cope, it's not a soap,
This is life and death in a breath as I choke under the cloak, that dreaded cancer cloak
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
I questioned fate and found no answer,
As fate was unpredictable,
A doubtful fickle chancer,
Unstable and unreliable.
Reliable stability,
With chance I keep my date,
A fickle predictability,
Was my answer when I questioned fate.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
Xenophilias most beautiful attributes, where countries become as one, wunderkinds where thunder shines, vivid heroes of hot day's sun!
Will-call merchandise traded for disregard, where tags are hung on branches, as newly weds drive old cars! Licensures practice giveaways freely. Are we suckered into believing old wives tales? Lidocaine pick up lines to be accustomed to man to Man life tables!
Lieutenancies so vacantly are closed to high file cases, where concentrated faces smile!!! Young daughters are made for ruin while the cruel oil stays piled!!!
Maturate littlest of seeds, where gokers cook to perfections... Prospire of direction where the arrows pointing down.
Mazarine eyes, a chancer of fairest lies, I miss the caressing of the small talk you lay on me lover!!!!sister,sister are you of your own brother?
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Love is not simple, love is not easy...
Emotions are frustrating and turn you crazy!
Love has many forms, there's more than one figure.
Love is intimate, a passion with a trigger.
Love is no tale, Princess to Queen.
So do not believe everything you have seen...
Love is no word for happiness make no mistake, but without it we are sillouettes, no emotions, so fake!
Love won't come easy, so try real hard...
Because losing your lover will shatter your heart to shards!
Don't think twice when making an effort.
For when you're on that knee and hoping for that yes, nothing will **** more than not have tried your best...
Love is a choice, a decision and answer!
Never be shy, become a chancer x
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
For those of us who recall the reason why we wish to leave this existence and for those of us who have just given up.
The time acts still until the moment some chancer fills himself with gusto and decides " this is his time".
But what young ones should learn and are never taught is to never cause trouble with the quiet slow walking ones with dead black eyes.
They may appear as vulnerable but this is simply how they stalk their prey.
Talk to and learn from these, you will be surprised, as you find they are not all they seem.
For I was you, hotheaded once, and was nearly installed in a stream.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
And the Lord said, “Get thee bent!”
Here your empty money’s all spent
Among the **** and ashes of last month’s rent,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
I’m a bit of a disco dancer,
Frequent romancer
That half pint, any change? Bit of a chancer.
I would read her star sign
But I know its cancer,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
No easy escape,
From that ****** that vapes,
On the bar stool under the gym.
He eyes up the napes,
Of the barmaid’s shapes
Who looks like that girl in his ***** tapes,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
No crisp fiver,
Just her salvia,
Dripping from your lips and gubbins.
Behind the red eyes and fag-end nubbins,
You love those filthy, back street rub-ins.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
You just go home,
Another sexless twilight roam,
You smash up some middle class **** called Jerome.
Hair full sweat, you’d **** for a comb,
It is me or the ***** or just a syndrome
Face full of holes like honeycomb,
You just can’t write anymore of this poem,
And think to yourself “well, when in Rome”
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
I Call To The Angels,
I Call To The Fates,
I'm On My Knees Begging,
While The Concrete Grates.
I Ask For A Sign,
I Will For An Answer,
On Doubt I Dine,
I'm Not A Chancer.
I Wilt In The Rain,
I Rise In The Light,
Life Is Like Pain,
We All Bare That Fight.
So What Is The Meaning,
Which Way Is Right,
Overbalanced I'm Leaning,
I Break In The Night.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC