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"gambling" poems
I. Time passes, another batch of refugees and migrants. Cities turn into new houses of gambling and vicious cycles. Some say only machines can speak clearly and most humans have lost what they have earned throughout all this time, just right on schedule. To own our language, and the relationships it sets into motion, we learn painfully, repeatedly like sunrise and sunsets. Claiming our own spaces and demons hidden in our conveniences and reflex routines, and learning the tricks that has kept peoples from fully healing from broken promises and betrayals throughout time. We own up to our language and its demons every day and night that we toss and turn into something feasible, edible, livable. II. Iba ibang uri ng digma. duguang kasaysayang binabaong buhay binubura ang lakas at memorya tulad ng siyudad ng Songdo sa South Korea na ang ibig sabihin ay "city with no memory". Ito din ang isa sa mga modelo para sa New Clark City na tinatayo sa Luzon. Sa dalawahang mga pamamaraan ng mga naghahari-harian, nakikibaka ang anakpawis, nakikibaka ang kamalayan ng pagpapasya at pagwasto sa mga pagkakamali, na paulit-ulit na sinusubukang patayin sa iba ibang mukha. Mula pa sa panahon ng mga lolo at lola noong 1940s hanggang ngayon, patuloy ang mga pag-eexperimento nila at paggamit ng panlilinlang  at dahas, sa ngalan ng kalusugan, edukasyon at batas, upang ipain ang buhay sarili, lasunin ang lupang kinakain ang sarili. Kung hindi tayo mag-aaral at mag-iingat din, tayo mismo ang papatay sa mga sinisimulan. #
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Owning our language, facing its demons
I. Time passes, another batch of refugees and migrants. Cities turn into new houses of gambling and vicious cycles. Some say only machines can speak clearly and most humans have lost what they have earned throughout all this time, just right on schedule. To own our language, and the relationships it sets into motion, we learn painfully, repeatedly like sunrise and sunsets. Claiming our own spaces and demons hidden in our conveniences and reflex routines, and learning the tricks that has kept peoples from fully healing from broken promises and betrayals throughout time. We own up to our language and its demons every day and night that we toss and turn into something feasible, edible, livable. II. Iba ibang uri ng digma. duguang kasaysayang binabaong buhay binubura ang lakas at memorya tulad ng siyudad ng Songdo sa South Korea na ang ibig sabihin ay "city with no memory". Ito din ang isa sa mga modelo para sa New Clark City na tinatayo sa Luzon. Sa dalawahang mga pamamaraan ng mga naghahari-harian, nakikibaka ang anakpawis, nakikibaka ang kamalayan ng pagpapasya at pagwasto sa mga pagkakamali, na paulit-ulit na sinusubukang patayin sa iba ibang mukha. Mula pa sa panahon ng mga lolo at lola noong 1940s hanggang ngayon, patuloy ang mga pag-eexperimento nila at paggamit ng panlilinlang  at dahas, sa ngalan ng kalusugan, edukasyon at batas, upang ipain ang buhay sarili, lasunin ang lupang kinakain ang sarili. Kung hindi tayo mag-aaral at mag-iingat din, tayo mismo ang papatay sa mga sinisimulan. #
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The poor keep moving as if relocation could reframe the algebra. They cannot see that repetition traces patterns in their life. New beginnings become as hopeless as stale finales of debt and desperation. Wishful thinking makes for certainties gambling against the odds of possibilities. Whispered prayers and incantations leaves no space for reason’s compass to steady and settle. If they stood still and mapped the moment both sides of the equation would simplify and they might construct a new geometry of anger. © M.L.Emmett
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
The Mathematics of Poverty
stop while you're ahead or you'll lose everything
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Gambling Drugs
Peek-a-boo, I see you Underneath the ***** lunch tables We yearn to hold hands but are unable Goodnight moon, see you soon We live for the weekends with reckless abandon His mannerisms, I just can't understand him What happens in Vegas stays And you are quite a gamble
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC
Gambling
Mania. Everything was good when you were with me. I felt normal. The chains bolted to my eyelids where magically gone, like the money in your bank account after a heavy, drunken, stupor & forthright gambling spree. The spear in my side that your twin brother, depression, threw inside me was no longer twisting up my insides. Thank you. This feels like a goodbye letter but I'm actually trying to hold on to you. You give me life. Your twin takes it away and he rash-burns my face in it. I was accomplishing all the things; skipping from one stone to the next without feat. "Flutter your wings and dance," is your motto. But like all good things, you drive me away, knowing that I'll see you again. Try as I might, I remain faithful to you, but you commit adultery every week. Sometimes you demand my time, even when I'm low. I cry for hours with your natural dichotomy, not because I can't decide--I can--but because you and your twin rip me apart in twain, changing my reality as sure as the rain falls in the Amazon. The demons call out to me, whispering evil into my mind. I believe every evil thing when I am not armed with your brilliance. I lose that perspective, every time, and sometimes immediately. Your twin brother and cousin visit me early in the morning right before bed time. If my doubts and fears are real, then my mind's eye is experiencing a real reality, and thus I am as I feel, like a plastic bag tumbling in the wind. Yet, everyone reminds me that I am but a joke and a comic, one which not even you can trust. The biggest asset I lose when you choose to cheat on me is your energy--that precious flow that bears my creative passion. But now I am barren, an unfit conduit that is incapable of maintaining that flow. The demon upon me powerfully weaves its tapestry of sludge that encases my mind. My mind, it's the only thing I have left. And yet, I can never trust it. You've lied to me before and you'll lie to me in the future. But for now, I'll have to make do with your half-truths. Until next time.
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Mania
Mania. Everything was good when you were with me. I felt normal. The chains bolted to my eyelids where magically gone, like the money in your bank account after a heavy, drunken, stupor & forthright gambling spree. The spear in my side that your twin brother, depression, threw inside me was no longer twisting up my insides. Thank you. This feels like a goodbye letter but I'm actually trying to hold on to you. You give me life. Your twin takes it away and he rash-burns my face in it. I was accomplishing all the things; skipping from one stone to the next without feat. "Flutter your wings and dance," is your motto. But like all good things, you drive me away, knowing that I'll see you again. Try as I might, I remain faithful to you, but you commit adultery every week. Sometimes you demand my time, even when I'm low. I cry for hours with your natural dichotomy, not because I can't decide--I can--but because you and your twin rip me apart in twain, changing my reality as sure as the rain falls in the Amazon. The demons call out to me, whispering evil into my mind. I believe every evil thing when I am not armed with your brilliance. I lose that perspective, every time, and sometimes immediately. Your twin brother and cousin visit me early in the morning right before bed time. If my doubts and fears are real, then my mind's eye is experiencing a real reality, and thus I am as I feel, like a plastic bag tumbling in the wind. Yet, everyone reminds me that I am but a joke and a comic, one which not even you can trust. The biggest asset I lose when you choose to cheat on me is your energy--that precious flow that bears my creative passion. But now I am barren, an unfit conduit that is incapable of maintaining that flow. The demon upon me powerfully weaves its tapestry of sludge that encases my mind. My mind, it's the only thing I have left. And yet, I can never trust it. You've lied to me before and you'll lie to me in the future. But for now, I'll have to make do with your half-truths. Until next time.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
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I'm not too lucky when I gamble I lose more than I win I would probably do better If I tossed my money in a bin Gambling is not just luck It's timing and some skill Some gamble for the fun of it Some gamble for the thrill To define exactly what it means To risk money that you've earned Means throwing out sensible thought And not heeding what you've learned For example, I played poker And I lost most every cent I lost my mortgage payment Now, I'm living in a tent To win it back I chose to go And bet double at the track The first horse that I bet on Fell and broke his back The second horse was scratched I was in for a bad night My fifth horse only had three legs And he could just turn right The next one had a jockey Who's eyes were badly crossed I won't tell you how he finished But, I'll tell you that he lost To gain back my small pittance I went to the greyhound track My first dog had a rider A small monkey on his back In the third race I got daring And I bet on number three Once the race got started He had to stop and *** I picked a dog in the fifth race Just because I liked his name It was the best one I had ever heard "I'MBETYOU'RESORRYTHATYOUCAME" The odds were long but what the hell I was now gambling just for fun Not only did he catch the rabbit My ****** dog had won I think I've got the secret now I know just how to win If I get tempted to go back and bet I'll throw my money in the bin.
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
Gambling
Jazz, women, and the start of a new era. Gambling, drinking, the illegal actions That gave everyone a thrill. They are doing it, so why can't I? Parties, drinking, music, recklessness. A bit of freedom and women run loose like They've never seen the light of the moon, They are the flappers. Moving pictures like magic, Lets go to the movies, Lets go see the stars! The drama! The machines! The wonders of Mass production and a gas engine! Speed and toxic smells of factories.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Take Me Back
I have been overcome with pain and lots of suffering. I have been overcome with heartache and desperation. I have been overcome with dread and loneliness. I have been overcome with a darkness that has tormented my soul. It was called hopelessness, but Christ has made me a overcome. I have overcome cigarettes gambling , and alcohol addiction. I have overcome sins, through the Holy-Spirit that dwells within me. Christ has made me an over comer in this life and the very next one.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Overcome
LOVE, on wood, Is raised Perpendicular Into the grey sky. Below The intense agony And silent victim Stand the military Gambling For his apparel. Mary and Mary Magdalene lament... Above, Utters of despair, forgiveness... Then death. Imperceptible To the organic eye, His Spirit ascends into the opening Sky; And there in the empyrean He bides his time For the Love--- Of ALL mankind.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Transcendence
I guess I’ve been searching For the meaning of life In all the wrong ways And in the wrong place I delved into the deep secrets Of lottery tickets Hoping that a circle or three Would reveal life’s mystery Next up was a casino Where I went straight for roulette And found luck almost upon me Yet the little ball changed to forty-three Then I soon discovered That despite my hopes and prayers That after my game of Blackjack About life I still knew jack So now I’ve come to realize That life may be a lottery But that doesn’t mean a gambling spree Will reveal life’s meaning or mystery
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Life's a lottery
We had recovering drug addicts come in Talking to us with their sunken Ashy eyes And sweaty palms You could tell they were nervous by the Way they carried themselves Cinder blocks and Broken piano parts And their pasts All clinging to them, For life support They talked about how easy It was to let gravity eat you alive As you are falling into a black pit You can’t stop the falling Their wings were bound to Pseudo lovers who Gave them bruised arms And blue fingers. If you are lucky enough to Escape the clenched hands of Addiction, The rest of your life will Be a walking tightrope act Trapeze dancers One slip and you are falling Even faster Harder than before. And your family, friends, Everyone you have ever known is In the audience watching you Fall into your premature grave And there is nothing they can do But tell you to fly But you cant Because you just love your Mistress too much To ever let her go. And they warned us about How hard it might be to say no To not let the circus come into Town, but if you do Only you can pack up the Lions, clowns, Colorful balloons. Someone asked them if they Believe drugs should be legalized And he responded with If I walk into a gas station And see drugs for sale I will Not be able to hold myself Upright. But I also do not want a government Establishment to tell me what I can And cannot ingest into my body, So I don’t know. Newton’s First Law of Motion States that something will keep moving Unless some force acts upon it. And once you start drugs Or gambling Or skipping meals it will progressively Worsen in time. Festering in bloodstreams Until you decide to stop it.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
Newton’s First Law of Motion
We had recovering drug addicts come in Talking to us with their sunken Ashy eyes And sweaty palms You could tell they were nervous by the Way they carried themselves Cinder blocks and Broken piano parts And their pasts All clinging to them, For life support They talked about how easy It was to let gravity eat you alive As you are falling into a black pit You can’t stop the falling Their wings were bound to Pseudo lovers who Gave them bruised arms And blue fingers. If you are lucky enough to Escape the clenched hands of Addiction, The rest of your life will Be a walking tightrope act Trapeze dancers One slip and you are falling Even faster Harder than before. And your family, friends, Everyone you have ever known is In the audience watching you Fall into your premature grave And there is nothing they can do But tell you to fly But you cant Because you just love your Mistress too much To ever let her go. And they warned us about How hard it might be to say no To not let the circus come into Town, but if you do Only you can pack up the Lions, clowns, Colorful balloons. Someone asked them if they Believe drugs should be legalized And he responded with If I walk into a gas station And see drugs for sale I will Not be able to hold myself Upright. But I also do not want a government Establishment to tell me what I can And cannot ingest into my body, So I don’t know. Newton’s First Law of Motion States that something will keep moving Unless some force acts upon it. And once you start drugs Or gambling Or skipping meals it will progressively Worsen in time. Festering in bloodstreams Until you decide to stop it.
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It's funny to think about- Every time you lay down and close your eyes, you risk the chance of not waking up.  Every time you get into your car and drive, you risk the chance of not coming home.  We are constantly gambling with our own lives, and we don't even realize it.  Because the truth is- the only thing that is indefinitely deadly, is life itself.
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
Gambling
Some people catch a chance Make it big Cash it in And make their dreams come true But for every hit There's ten misses For every love Twenty hates Life's a gamble Either way And I'm not saying that it's right That some people find happiness twice And others never Find it at all But God giveth and He taketh away Yet we still have faith Because it's the only way We'll make it through Another day Believing one more chance Is always on its way
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
Life is Adicted to Gambling
We were both gamblers, And darling, we were all in. Knowing there was a possibility Of holes left in our hearts being unable to mend. I know life always has a way of leaving us broken, but darling, for tonight, let's pretend. Risking the chance we could be left with nothing, we put in all we had. But in the end, even though we lost everything, life didn't seem so bad. We knew what we were getting ourselves into. All or nothing It just so happens that this time, Life chose nothing. But we still somehow believed that we had gained from something. We had discovered sides of ourselves that the other brought to light, And they were worth knowing, even though now, we are simply a lost dream in the night.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Gambling
/                        innocent until prōven guilty, contra guilty until                              prōven innocent...   ah!          so the minority report? guilty, while innocent,     based upon a premonition? hindsight with a zodiac type of interpretation...    innocent until prōven guilty has no superiority in practice over the continental guilty until prōven innocent... no... because the principle invokes presuppositions,                   of suppositions... treating the two as propositions - or rather... "verbs" inacted... innocent until prōven guilty - then no understanding of freedom, at least guilty until prōven innocent allows understanding restraint, however unfair,    with 18 years lost...    and then the tears of relief!                      Tomasz Komenda...          an "espionage" case of staging empathy...                en masse...    an innocent man walks away from falsely imposed justice measures... a redemption...        a count de monte cristo allowance...                  but in reverse? the evil man walks free...      succumbing to old age,     and dementia, a pontius pilate pardon... there is no redemption aspect of the saxon course of applying jurisprudence... the... innocent, until prōven guilty, contra: guilty until prōven innocent    schizophrenia?                 the latter overshadows the former...                          because we're not babies... at least with the latter: there's a redemption exegesis -      but with the former?                 bitter-sweet tears within the confines, of an example akin                              to jimmy savile... guilty until prōven innocent    has much more authentic emotional content, with a redemption narrative... innocent until prōven guilty    has?    not much,                                   just a grave, and the stunted emotional expression, what ought to be flowers within the heart,    instead: fungus, growing in the dark... and thus... translating to other hearts:         let's allow this chemo-phobia chemo-philia experiment      be left intact in its the momentum... honestly... the study of law -    is probably the ********* game in the allowance of games of adulthood... one tier above gambling. p.s. because you know there's proof: and that the past-participle thrown into a future, does require an omega rather than an omicron... not an oh, but an ooh... hence? reign from above, on the omicron, with a macron (ō).
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
contra-evolution of saxon jurisprudence
/                        innocent until prōven guilty, contra guilty until                              prōven innocent...   ah!          so the minority report? guilty, while innocent,     based upon a premonition? hindsight with a zodiac type of interpretation...    innocent until prōven guilty has no superiority in practice over the continental guilty until prōven innocent... no... because the principle invokes presuppositions,                   of suppositions... treating the two as propositions - or rather... "verbs" inacted... innocent until prōven guilty - then no understanding of freedom, at least guilty until prōven innocent allows understanding restraint, however unfair,    with 18 years lost...    and then the tears of relief!                      Tomasz Komenda...          an "espionage" case of staging empathy...                en masse...    an innocent man walks away from falsely imposed justice measures... a redemption...        a count de monte cristo allowance...                  but in reverse? the evil man walks free...      succumbing to old age,     and dementia, a pontius pilate pardon... there is no redemption aspect of the saxon course of applying jurisprudence... the... innocent, until prōven guilty, contra: guilty until prōven innocent    schizophrenia?                 the latter overshadows the former...                          because we're not babies... at least with the latter: there's a redemption exegesis -      but with the former?                 bitter-sweet tears within the confines, of an example akin                              to jimmy savile... guilty until prōven innocent    has much more authentic emotional content, with a redemption narrative... innocent until prōven guilty    has?    not much,                                   just a grave, and the stunted emotional expression, what ought to be flowers within the heart,    instead: fungus, growing in the dark... and thus... translating to other hearts:         let's allow this chemo-phobia chemo-philia experiment      be left intact in its the momentum... honestly... the study of law -    is probably the ********* game in the allowance of games of adulthood... one tier above gambling. p.s. because you know there's proof: and that the past-participle thrown into a future, does require an omega rather than an omicron... not an oh, but an ooh... hence? reign from above, on the omicron, with a macron (ō).
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East...and west, are we? north, and south?.....maybe... we were nurtured with love, our eyes and our minds opened to different isms that helped shape our values...we were brought up, bearing our folks' customs, traditions and principles... we have different faiths...some practice...some don't...some, don't even subscribe, yet, survive. we have dry and monsoon season...in other parts, pleasant weather, cold winds, and in some parts, snow.....turning to ice we are  a mix of white skin, seeking for a tan, and brown-skin, hiding from the sun; one's night, is the other's day, there are surfers among us, playing with the waves, there at the cusp...gambling...daring fate... there are those who hide from silent freezing winters, finding warmth and comfort in long hot summers... countless points of comparison,   yet, we've something beautiful in common, a connection of feelings, of words...our poetry, flowing like blood, through our veins...endlessly feeding, fueling our hearts and minds, with classy, themes....sometimes bold, mushy, or....sassy... no set skeds...we do it even through adversity... we write...... we tell about our escape from life's banalities, mindscapes, landscapes immersed in frivolities yet, we await the marvels of each  morning we wake, remembering gratitude, in every breath we take... years have passed us by, still, plays this soft music that mollifies and inspires......heard only by you and i prodding us, through hours, of day or night while you exist in your own part of the world, as i, in my hot, humid cosmos, long for cold. :::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan     May, 19, 2019
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Different Worlds
East...and west, are we? north, and south?.....maybe... we were nurtured with love, our eyes and our minds opened to different isms that helped shape our values...we were brought up, bearing our folks' customs, traditions and principles... we have different faiths...some practice...some don't...some, don't even subscribe, yet, survive. we have dry and monsoon season...in other parts, pleasant weather, cold winds, and in some parts, snow.....turning to ice we are  a mix of white skin, seeking for a tan, and brown-skin, hiding from the sun; one's night, is the other's day, there are surfers among us, playing with the waves, there at the cusp...gambling...daring fate... there are those who hide from silent freezing winters, finding warmth and comfort in long hot summers... countless points of comparison,   yet, we've something beautiful in common, a connection of feelings, of words...our poetry, flowing like blood, through our veins...endlessly feeding, fueling our hearts and minds, with classy, themes....sometimes bold, mushy, or....sassy... no set skeds...we do it even through adversity... we write...... we tell about our escape from life's banalities, mindscapes, landscapes immersed in frivolities yet, we await the marvels of each  morning we wake, remembering gratitude, in every breath we take... years have passed us by, still, plays this soft music that mollifies and inspires......heard only by you and i prodding us, through hours, of day or night while you exist in your own part of the world, as i, in my hot, humid cosmos, long for cold. :::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan     May, 19, 2019
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I'd be broke no doubt no one knows about the internet in the 20's so my programming skills wouldn't get me very far I haven't read enough about historic sporting events to make any money gambling I wouldn't even know how to apply for a job would I have to use a typewriter to type my resume? I could start a moonshining business but I wouldn't know where to get the moonshine I could predict the future for a fee but I would be limited to things that happen in the distant future perhaps I could write a fictional novel of a dystopian future and just write my memoir of everything I can remember
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
If I Time Travelled to 1920
square-up marys, It’s junior year, in the ivie, we’re gambling for big-chips. so gambate, do-it-big! It's time, buck-up or labron. if you bunny rouble homeskillets will hook-it-up lovems juju . . *slang… girlogue = conversation between girls that guys can’t understand square-up = get ready marys = bookish and lovable girls of wit and looks ivie = ivy league big-chips = high stakes, high risk gambate = Japanese word: 'Try your best!!' do-it-big = take things to the next level buck-up = rise to a challenge, to do something others are unable to labron = fail miserably at the last second bunny rouble = have trouble homeskillets = friends hook-it-up = help you out lovems = sending you love juju = good luck* . . (*Get ready, you bookish and lovable girls of wit and looks, it’s junior year, in the ivy league, and we’re gambling for high stakes. So try your best, take things to the next level! It's time, to rise to a challenge and do something others are unable to or fail miserably at the last second. If you have trouble your friends will help you out I'm sending you love, good luck.*)
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Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
girlogue (genz)
I write about what disheartens me And this one does, way too deeply The harm cannot be undone Most were lost, not just some To go into a field, gambling with the universe Our brave soldiers, with actions they can't reverse Lost their life fighting for he country Til the very end, only one thing on their mind: family We sit here ignorant in our comfortable seats While they defend our people, only to end in defeat Every bullet shot into their hearts Their blood splatters, turns into art Thank you dear soldiers, for your service We will forever be grateful for this No words can heal and no money can repay You'll remain in our hearts every single day
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
An ode to the Fallen 44
You search inner peace in drugs and alcohol, in gambling and dice. You search it in haram money and music and in dens of the vice. In the dead of night you disobey Allah, will your heart be at ease? Hankering after this world will you ever find inner peace? Will never end your search, will never cease your quest. For verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest!
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Inner Peace?
Where, oh where has this money been? It's been up to London to buy me a woman. When you'd had your pleasure, what else did you there? Took in a live show, some sights to enjoy. When you had seen, what did you then? Went home to the wife, a yarn to spin. Did you not waste such hard-earned cash? I need the excitement, the seedy thrill. Where, oh where has this money been? Changed hands in a back street for needle and syringe. What was then done to inject some feeling? A little ****** just to keep me going. But what about AIDS and *** It's one of those things that won't happen to me. How do you finance such expensive tastes? Sell stuff to kids at the going rate. Where, oh where has this money been? It bought me a meal and a little something to drink. How did you earn this financial gain? Begged it off some geezer down the Embankment. Why are you out here sleeping so rough? It's a long tale of women, gambling and drink. What of these others with whom you share this door? Just poor bleeding kids with no ******* jobs. Where, oh where has this money been? It bought me a contract with a few back handers. And who did you bribe for their deceit? Oh, it wasn't bribery, just a little commercial grease. What will you build to make your mark? Another block of flats, fully air-conditioned. On what in the past is your empire built? Prostitution, gambling, and a few tons of drugs.
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
***** Money
The world is full of stereotypes, not that all are bad I don't agree with them, a person is a person not a type but their's a saying about writers, writers are addicts drugs, alcohol, gambling. What's your addiction? Those who choose to write, those with the calling we're said to be depressed, we use addictions as a way to escape from the clutches of a world we can only change in our writing. As a writer, covering these stereotypes seems like a course in myself I've been depressed, I've gambled, I wish to change the world. A stereotype or just a person living in the 21st century.
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
Stereotypes
"A Gambling Game" Mark the Number Time rolls In Another Toll Chance they Say No         Beat the odds Clatter Spin Caving in, Weakening All your chips In A chance of fate No            luckwins Another Round Last cards In Streak     Bro Ken Nothing  Spo Ken Spin.        DiceCease   All still      Until          Die Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase All Rights Reserved
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
A Gambling Game
It's the music, the alcohol it's my situation won't improve it's vices it's smoking bidis it's coughing from addiction it's having talent but no outlet emotion without expression it's wondering if it's depression it's insecurity it's am I happy it's advice when only I am me it's drinkin brew things I thought i knew downing downers to cheer me up it's a powdered nose secrets no one knows gambling with tomorrow it's waiting tables it's sore shoulders it's scowling behind a smile it's lifting weights it's bad first dates limp from drinking from the bottle it's my ex lady it's lusting it's wanting what's in the past it's a broken car it's public transit it's fearing that I am them it's lovers cheat talk is cheap promises wash off my bed sheets it's my breaking point this broken joint trying to calm my loathing it's the ecstasy that only fixes me for one pill at a time it's the president pay the rent work and school until I'm spent never sleep no cash to eat feed my heart with dreams I never see holding on and letting go walking fast and running slow out of place out of patience job ******* placement alcohol and strippers **** dignity and throwing fits trying not to slit my wrist when everything comes down to this moment and I miss it's insanity everything all around me it's me
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Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
ATMOSPHERE