"deuces" poems
Their mouth NEVER ******* seems to shut up & just stop
& **** snitches don't hesitate to quickly name drop
Twisting everything they'll hear
Creating lies & rumors like it is their career!
SO WATCH YOUR BACK, they are only a pretend friend
They're scary & **** identical when they're an impersonator
Nice & kind so they seem, turn away they'll be a backstabbing hater
NOBODY has time for all that ridiculous nonsense
Just attention seekers, without their usually faithful but now gone audience
Desperately trying to remain in the center of attention, cleary blind to the EXTREME obvious!
You never really deserved to ever be forgiven
I'm done wasting my time & voice on someone who will NEVER listen
Ohhh yah a FYI, a friendship isn't a competition
But more like a dynamic duo always down for a random mission!
Oh well, no coming back now I'm not changing my decision!
Deuces!
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
I prided myself on never hating anyone
I let their negativity roll off my back
Bit my tongue until it was split in two
Took their criticism and took the high road
I see that was no use
Your negativity is a poison
Seeping into whatever crevice crack it can find to invade
A parasite latching to its host
Wanting to bring down my drive my spirit
My mind you want to raid
You glance at me smirk with contempt
because you see in me what you lack in yourself
Personality maybe?
A smile that shines so bright the very sight of it sickens you
But in true fashion
I never brag or boast or thrive on the vision of another's misfortune
Even though you would love to watch me suffer
I use your negativity
As my creativity
My fuel to leave you in my rearview
And as i drive away I will throw up the deuces
Make my own way
No excuses
You wont bring me down!
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
It's a snake-eyes paradise
when we roll this pair of dice.
You ******* bet it's a gamble,
cards like this can be hard to handle.
Nothing but two deuces,
so spin the cylinder my man.
I ain't got **** worth losing,
it's the uncertainty I can't stand.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
*Shuffle my thoughts
bridge my emotions
Build a fortress that can't be moved
I'll be the queen of diamonds
You'll be the outlawed joker
Together we'll be the wildest cards and rule the land of poker
Deuces* ✌
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Why can’t you see?
That you are breaking my ******* heart
The taste in my mouth is ****
Because from the start
I’ve been vomiting
Trying to give you what you want
But I cringe at the thought
Of bringing someone into this world
Who I couldn’t support
I wouldn’t want to resort
To the government aid
Using food stamps
Holding the line back
That’s not going to be me
I am going to break free
I am tired of hearing what you think you see
Because I don’t agree
You don’t have a ******* clue what its like to be me
You’ll never see what I have seen
I’m holding back to come clean
Stop acting so mean
I can’t stand that you think its okay
To talk to me that way
I don’t need you to ******* stay
This bed is big enough for me
It never really was yours
You always left angry
And slammed your doors
**** you son of a *****
Go **** your ******
And please leave all my ****
I don’t need you thinking about me anymore
Just set me free
I can make it on my own
My mind is full grown
I’m not afraid of being alone
I have already been shown
The life after this
And you’re not prepared
If you where more stable
I wouldn’t be so scared
My vision is impaired
All those shots I was dared
**** I can’t even walk
I try to talk
But I’m going into shock
I am trapped with you
Don’t you see?
I can’t even be
Who I want to be
This isn’t me
Time is running short
How are you going to prove?
You won’t trip
In every tiny groove
I’m making my move
I am tired of being used
**** this abuse
My ropes are coming loose
**** this noose
Deuces
No Date
Ashli Jane
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 7:53 AM UTC
Noble stranger
Assemble these words
For the occasion
Building worlds
With my persuasion
Let's save them all
With mirth and missiles
And embrace the fall
Deuces wild, a duality
Every smile's a commodity
Turn left
Turn right
The coast is blank
My thoughts grow rank
Forgive me for this suicidal explosion
Yet I don't regret
The commotion
Seen in faces brightened by
Cloudless skies
Or in eyes
Blinded by mushroom clouds
That burned away our doubt
No clout
A gasmask and a nuclear sword
But it's not a word
Or a bullet
It's the action that kills
And the smoke that fills
Our lungs
Bulging through the spaces
Between our rib rungs:
The stepping stones to
Hearts waiting to be
Healed.
From dried blood
Long congealed
Picked off
Like the scabs that sealed
Summers wounds
Gathered together
And reaped from harvest boons
Glimmering
Underneath the convalescent moons
Struggling
With the twisted fate
They've to endure...
But the crowd stands
Demure.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
Unappreciated, taken for granted, unwanted & thrown away
Disappointed & blindsided by lies
& unnecessary verbal abuses
Broken, badly bruised & forever scarred
Meaningless words were all you'd ever say
Have it your way, peace out with my deuces
For you, the decision wasn't even hard
But giving up on love forever, not even an option
I know my love is still wanted the feeling, once found again, is quite amazing
I'll be able to tell this time if it's real
There's no doubt at all
We'll skip right over an introduction
This is so memorable you can bet in my notebook it'll be jotted
I've finally caught what I've been chasing
& he's the one worth letting pass my built up wall
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
The expectation,
Of you to accept the inhalation,
Of the evaporation,
Of someone else’s waste.
Make it make sense,
How the walls of stalls,
Fail to reach its maximum highs and lows,
For all of us to share what we release.
We listen to the air,
That flubs between *** cheeks,
Just as the **** projects deuces,
Into the bowl that cups the sound of wind.
We hear the moans and sighs,
Of relief, constipation and strain,
As we urinate nearby,
Adjacent to the incomplete **** shack.
Make it make sense,
How tasting the gases,
Of Joe Blow, blowing out his insides,
Is a customary to our community.
A sociological experiment,
Deemed to generate sociopathy,
As we laugh at the flatulence,
And giggle at one’s vulnerability.
Merely a forgotten fact,
That we have been there too,
We go there every day,
And pretend that others don’t do the same.
And without a mere act of courtesy,
The space is left filthier than the last,
Because why be considerate for the next?
Someone’s job is to cleanse my waste.
Furthermore is the neglect,
Of faucets, soap and towels,
Aimed to **** bacteria,
That exits biological passageways.
Why oh why,
Must I be forced to study,
Why this is simply unacceptable,
This concept of oversharing?
Recurring stage fright,
Readily apparent,
When forced to **** beside men,
More than double my size.
I’ll simply never understand,
How by design,
What we wouldn’t do in front of house guests,
Is something we are urged to do in front of strangers.
Bonding,
With a bunch of hairy, overweight men,
Who clear their throats, bladders and colons,
In my personal space.
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 9:41 PM UTC
Hold on
Admissions...
The night and swelling sidewalks
Call to me.
Folding.
Submission.
Those blinking lights, a quickly
soothing need
Blue-white.
the walk signs,
I'm running past the end of
random chance
Do winners ever quit when
they're ahead?
Too many of these casino nights.
I never let them end, because I
swear that Lucky Lil has eyes for me.
So I'll take my chances.
One more dance with these snakebite
pints 'til I
can roll these X'd out lids
over these swollen snake eyes.
Deuces.
I'm losing.
These sights and sounds made fuzzy,
buzzing slack.
Jackpot.
They have me.
I'm out of moves and fading
quick to black.
Odds are
I'm ending
the night wand'ring the sidewalks
with old dreams.
Cuz losers never quit when
they're ahead.
Too many of these casino nights
I never let them end because I
swear that Lucky Lil has eyes for me.
But she's rolling shoulder,
rolling pupils and shooting
weighted dice.
So roll my body out, over
the curb, to midnight.
Because I can never quit
when I'm ahead.
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 2:56 PM UTC
Let me inject some insight into your windpipe.
The things I'd do to you in a dim light - the sin type.
Lace, hair up, high heels, low patience.
A taste; cold hearted with warm embraces.
Divvy up my intentions to evoke your inner beast,
Rummaging thru to devour my winner feast.
Appetite for destruction, thirst for the unconventional,
Back up, head down as the walls resonate your increase in decibel.
No celestial being within these walls when the mood hits,
Deuces, I'll make you see the light more than twice; my stamina defined: ruthless.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
my visions are invisible and no one sees me cry.
Minstrels of destruction... rapping at my door,
naked anvils aching... heavy hammers roar,
their monodies of emptiness pulse, bleeding through the floor.
House of cards collapsing... sagging walls of wax,
deuces in dissension... aces slip through cracks,
the Joker’s lost and lumbers by, alone, along the tracks.
Steeple steps dismantled... muted bells below,
ruins quake and tremble... frozen in the snow,
their pains implode within my brain while pale winds cruelly blow.
Prophets tumble temples... residues of tea
highways of no entrance... paths of destiny,
where phantoms haunt my nightmare dreams, tell tales of roaming free.
Foghorns moaning lonely... waves awash in sound
silver schooner sinking... swirling round and round,
at midnight’s stroke, the mainsail broke, and driftwood drifts aground.
Silent seas misshapen... moonbeams painted ***
teaspoons sifting ashes... fingers cold and numb,
an incandescent candlestick’s impaled the sinking sun.
Smothered fires smoking... oceans filled with ice,
lightning lashing windows... blades from paradise,
like tongues of limpid laughter licking wounds of sacrifice.
Flowing fields of flowers... silent harmony,
rolling river reveries... washing to the sea,
my love, she was my daylight bliss, she once belonged to me.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
You’re dumber than a person that dose “smack”
Every day you just chill and choke yourself out
You say you’re happy with your life
Truth is you’re more messed up than then the dude on the fifth floor
Yeah “cloud nine” is nice and “high”
When you crash and burn don’t expect me not to say “I told u so ha-ha”
Just the other day I told u “you don’t have a heart” you give it away to, to many people
I’ve changed my life like a new book
Opened a new chapter
You’re not in it (let’s read)
I can be a real witch! At times I don’t take boosh anymore
Got a new life in front of me
Focused on me this time
I have many chapters in my life; you just were one of them
I’m finding the main point in this new book and guess what it isn’t you
So when you find out what you lost I’ll just throw up my middle finger and let the index finger follow “deuces”
PEACE ***** have fun with your messed up life HA-HA-HA!
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
Tamaker
I won her on a whiskey bet,
At a place called Rusty's Shack,
In a poker game in Fargo
With three deuces and a Jack.
I took her from a mountain man
Who had bought her in a trade,
For a rifle and a jug of Rye,
Off an Indian renegade.
I had no yen to keep her;
I meant to set her free.
I never thought she'd want to stay,
Or that she'd follow me.
I told her she was free to go,
No longer be a slave.
But the squaw refused to leave me,
Called me her Paleface Brave.
And when I rode out of Fargo,
Headed for Cheyenne,
She followed every trail I took,
No matter the terrain.
I couldn't seem to lose her
No matter how I tried.
By the time I got to Deadwood
She was riding by my side.
We rode hard through a valley,
Forged across Powder Creek,
When I fell from my saddle
Three miles from Miner's Peak.
My saddle pony stumbled
And landed on my knee.
He broke his leg and I broke mine
Unable to get free.
If I hadn't had that Indian squaw,
A maiden called Tamaker,
I be wearing a peg-leg now,
Or living with my maker.
She patched me up and catered me
With herbs and Indian lore,
Until my health and strength returned
And I was whole once more.
And when we finally reached Cheyenne,
Still riding side by side,
We found a cowboy preacher
And I made her my bride.
The squaw I met at Rusty's shack,
Won on a whiskey bet,
Became the lady of my dreams
And we're together yet.
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 7:28 AM UTC
The ace of hearts
sat down at the table
feeling oh so confident
stares at the three of spades
in his pocket
While the king of diamonds
eyes his diamond queen
in his mind
the ten
hides behind the jack
The queens figured
tonight was the night
they were going to get laid
The deuces were quietly weeping
wondering if another deuce
on the table was going to be played
The ace of hearts
his heart was racing
as the ace of spades
made its way
followed by the ace of diamonds
and a diamond three
a rare drop
was all he could say.
The king of diamonds
to his court he smiled
as the deuce of diamonds
sparkled on the table
The queens, they trembled
wondered if the only thing getting laid
was their heads on the chopping block
this day
The third deuce had joined the pair
his heart was lifted
but still in despair
the deuces looked down the river forlornly
Many have lost it all for more
The ace of hearts was feeling cocky
a warm fullness washed over him
he looked out at his life
figured all he could do was win
he believed in love
sometimes you gotta go
all in
he smiled as he waited at the dock of the river
The king still flushed with diamonds galore
their sparkles blinded him
he joined the ace in the fog
it was either this or that
there were no more games to play
Now faced with two endings
which path to take
The queens had
had enough
on the table they folded
into a fatal swoon
Three deuces
he wavered
his hands were trembling
the game ain't over until
the rent money is gone
Gamblers
some are optimists
some are realists
some are looking for salvation
some are going to play
until they have no more left to pay
looking for death, so they say
driven by compulsions rage
all ask the question
is
this a streak or a slump?
Which was the deuces on this day?
The optimist joins the fray
The realist he folds goes on home to play another day,
All pray.
On your playing field
so far away
what is the play?
Which are you today?
As many endings
as there are
combinations of cards
sometimes it even rains frogs
The room was quiet
the aces full
the king flushing
three deuces - waiting
what to do?
I guess I am the optimist today
the sun is shining after five days of rain
A distant sight
down the river came
as the two of clubs
was beating the water's edge
running and laughing
all the way.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
Squash dem
Dats wut I got ta do ta make ma own
Toss dem
Out da windows like dey dids me
Show dem mommas gots a bag
Coppa tone.
Pile dem
Like da two faced deuces dey is.
File dem
Put dem in cabanets
Lock dem up
Wit da otha boyes
Not mens.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
Imaginary adversaries are emanating from the alcohol to facebook walls, in temporary solutions for the vibes polluting my constitution, in the willful regrets atop my onset of contempt itching my temples cleft in my futures vision of itself.
I am myself and to no-one else do i answer unto hallow cancers ******* my bones away, and my mind astray in the straight laced fates of the other players who played their cards right, the same.
I go all in with the pocket deuces, atop intrusive verbal abuses, serving useless satire to the tired faces of try hards, bleeding of inadequacy.
Im a runon and on sentence of rambling weaponous vapors from the fragrant flatulence breaking from deflating colons, swollen like Noland's ego, when hes drunk and grumbling about life, lolling as he whines of the wines flavor, savoring the bitter for betterment of the sweet, neatly wrapped in sheets of plastic for later.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Rolling deuces
Bold excuses
Felt the truth
Wrapped in bruises
Round the heart
A day apart
Between what’s seen
And where we are
Cope with me
I hope they stay
Told the pain
Now washed away
Let the rain
Save the day
Lost, forgotten
Thoughts remain -
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
*Take your word..
You say. But She took Your word when
you told her- you loved her the most
in this world. She's your lady & baby girl. You gave ya word to her when you told her your so in love and no other will do!
Not me nor anyone can replace her- remember you gave her ya word- huh?
hmm TAKE your word for it ? You gave ya word to her and told her you'd do anything to please her!
but now I must-
Take your word... ??
When You told her I'm nothing to you at all.
Your not in a good place right now & only she can pull you out!
Your missing her so much.
You wish she was here because your craving her touch.
& you keep on begging me to-
Take your word.....
When you've told her, her and her, you have to stay because your trapped.
didn't you tell her this girl in that 1 - I'm not healthy+
I'm in a bad state-
( of mind because my mental psychosis ain't right)
which is why you can't leave me right now?!
This you say- Take your word...
When you telling
em I'll never be as good as them. (this girl or that other woman)
You can't wait until your free.
Your playing pretend with me but they're (her, she and them) is really where you want to be?
Take your word.......
When once again
after you've lied stole and cheated
&
emotionally beat the love right out of me-
Yet you want me to
Take your word?!?
I took your word:
when YOU vowed to
forsake all others when you promised to
love me in sickness& in health, for better & worst-
WHEN YOU
asked me to love you forever
and
if I'd do just that (take ya word)
YOU'D "show" me
I could once more trust you or as you said
(take your word) & you'll give me all of you
1000%,
take ya word
on everything & it'll be us, me & you, through thick or thin
and you'd "show" me
I could believe in you once again too, that if
I take ya word-
you'll bring the faith I had in you- back to me,
"IF"
I'd take ya word
YOU'D save me from your past neglects and FINALLY love me best!
"IF "
I'd take ya word - You'd never abuse, misused, or deceive me EVER again!
SEE
that's the problem,
I did
TAKE YOUR WORD
&
TOOK
you back even after all this...
NOW I don't want to hear it...
Ya words hurt me...
SEE
I was ya choice but never was I 1st!
Never
did I have 1st dibs
& for you,
it was easy picking
when you got hungry unscrupulous ***** nasty type chicks after you!
I was never number #1
I was just 1 of many you played & used!
Yo your words ain't ****
Take MY word(s) & listen good :
I can't and I wont do this to myself nor allow
you to
******* abuse me
NO MORE,
I'm to good for you and this here mess!
BOY Ya WORD and words no longer mean ****
DEUCES!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright © Ayeshah
K.C.L.N 1977 - Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved ®*
..
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
Yesterday's lies fell like the cards
from the sleeve of a dying gambler
clutching a pair of deuces to his chest
while kings and aces littered the floor.
He was dealt a decent hand
but played her badly.
When she upped the anti
He should have folded
but foolishly raised the stakes
hoping to call her bluff.
A big mistaken
At the flop he showed his hand.
Claiming honesty as the one-eyed jack
She flushed him out,
but didn't celebrate.
The *** was full of chips
each one shattered from her heart.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
I was born to weigh heavy on your mind
my umbilical was lyrical live feed
inception was the spark
I been latent for too long
cruisin like Noah's ark
but I never chucked the deuces
just been patiently waiting to find my muses
next generation wake up
I heard they raised the stakes up
you feel the pressure
benchmarks been set
barometers there to measure
your progress
ingress
degression
can you feel it
expectations by the pound
you're drowning but is it real yet
concealed tech
he's got death at his hands
the sad part
lil' homie don't even understand
that a bullet's finality
teen homicide has become a normality
I'm on this verse tryna defy a mentality
I hope you heard
tryna defy a mentality
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
On The Great Lawn of my mind,
The city's biggest dance floor,
Upon its cushions, stepping lightly,
The spring breeze, feeling its way,
Making, reawakening, a thousand acquaintances,
Absent parent kissing each long-lost babe-blade of grass
Breeze takes each blade of spring grass:
Cajoles, asks not,
With windy hands, guided missiles,
gentle/firm
push/pull
engage/ disengages,
open/closes
Breeze makes each one
Neck, caress their neighbor,
A thousand pas de deuces of
fresh faced green children.
All in all a triumphant processional,
Cloaked in robes of sky blue velvet,
Crowned by the sun's burnt orange kisses.
At the middle school dance,
The walls are portrait painted
with the shy ones,
The ones-who-don't-know-how-to-ask.
Passover's children
Needy for a Moses.
Student of the spring breezes,
This silly earnest teacher/chaperone,
Grand-pa-rent will:
Cajole, ask not,
With hands, guided missiles,
gentle/firm
push/pull
engage/ disengages,
open/closes
Under his tutelage,
Every boy and girl
A dancer, a blade,
Each a Passenger on the fuselage
Of his Spring Ballroom breeze.
These are my spring rites
imagined,
Visions of my sight
unimpaired,
Present and future
clarified.
Soon we will teach our own
Little Princes and Princesses,
The shelter of dancing,
Feel the embrace of nature,
Under the mantle of an
A Capella choir of tree leaves,
We will lie side by side,
Skyward pointing,
Sharing our spring-sprung imaginings,
Performing each and all
Upon the breeze to carry away,
For all to gleeful applaud!
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
If you
had a
house of cards,
Would it
tempt you
to be
a magician?
© NDHK
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
The would-be King is angry,
adamant that his silk suit trumps
all the other suits and pantsuits
vying for the throne.
His head is in his ace hole.
He thinks all the Queens are airheads,
gropes them as if they are ******
to be replaced when one gets old
and a prettier one comes along.
He shuffles his Jacks,
mere minions, all interchangeable,
discards them, sluffs them off.
His would-be subjects
are treated like deuces and tres;
the cards that do the hard work
of making a winning hand,
mostly with spades,
are clubbed into submission.
Though he values diamonds,
his deck contains no hearts,
they bleed too liberally for his ilk.
With his hair pulled over his eyes
like a dealer’s shade,
he deals from a stacked deck,
under the table, cards hidden up his sleeve.
He can’t see himself for what he is,
the fifty-third card in the deck,
the joker.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
My duas folded hands with wishing wells,
wonder if sinner pray their daily 5,
20 years of slaves to my creator,
ironic why am I chained to this life,
Times where broken bills don't carry change,
and money taste like shay-tan,
When clouds grows there horns out,
not enough good deed get rains on,
This world need to get refurbished,
paid work shifts don't excuse refused worship,
just like when death chuck deuces,
don't mean it mean the peace signs,
Im dead tired with strength alive
enough to poke holes through a loopholes
I cant allow ourselves to dumb it down,
if we come to bring truth to the pseudos,
I cant discriminate with y'all
Son of your God, we see as messenger,
You say only god can judge me ,
like you forget judgement day come with hot temperatures?
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC