"parlay" poems
C-Currently the subject of much conversation
L-Learning of its effects through information
I-Internationally scientists are using education
M-Mankind's pollution is causes this situation
A-Altering our ways may stop the devastation
T-Time isn't on the side of the world's population
E-Ever we should be aware of its manifestation
C-Cycles of weather becoming stranger by the day
H-Heat is building up in the earth's rocks and clay
A-Averting further damage cannot be put on delay
N-Neglecting our response to the planet wont pay
G-Globally hotter and wetter conditions will parlay
E-Everyone needs to heed the message of this day
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
'Today, The Jay...'
I open my eyes to see its a new day.
Today, What's the day?
Is it Saturday or Sunday?
The only thing of which I'm certain
Is that its not a weekday.
So, What can I do today?
Without delay,
The first thing I do is get my tray
Light a blunt to take the pain away.
Inhale and exhale,
Through the passageways.
Chill. . . Then, light another, just because its today.
I'm still in bed, but it's already a good day.
I push the sheets and pillows out the way
Then I get up to empty last night's fluids away.
Then to the kitchen, wondering what I can eat today
What can I do, to keep the hunger at bay?
Maybe some rice and filet?
A little something to kickstart the day.
While the food preps, I go back to my tray.
I smile and giggle as I sculpt my one true love, the Jay
With me at any time, anywhere, in any form, on any day.
Even though I'm already high; 'Hooray'.
I still want another hit of the Jay
The Jay,
Hits, Without delay.
Stays,
When everyone goes away.
Fades,
All the pain away.
My worries, It allays.
My happiness, it brings to the fray.
Keeps my mind, from going astray.
Literally, takes my breath away.
Causes, no form of decay
Keeps me, from getting 'ire'
Doesn't negotiate, doesn't parlay.
Just good vibes, all the way.
The love of the Jay;
Isn't just a single foray.
Its a constant exchange,
Everyday.
It's a feeling, that once attained,
Nothing, will ever take its place.
And there goes the tale of my day,
Spent with my true love, the Jay.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
take me to the mountains
where my spirit can roam
take me to mountains
so I can walk on their welcoming loam
in the mountains the birds sing
such a sweetness of song
this is the rightful place
for my heart to belong
deeply seeded within the soul
the mountain's beautiful hues stay
when I'm amid the fall colours
my joys happily parlay
take me to the mountains
where my spirit can roam
take me to the mountains
so I can walk on their welcoming loam
the mountains call me
with a returning refrain
oh how wonderful being
back home in this domain
for too long I've been absent
from the mountains I treasure
everything about them
has a sheerness of pleasure
take me to the mountains
where my spirit can roam
take me to the mountains
so I can walk on their welcoming loam
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
Forgive the malicious repetitious dismay.
This quarrel so vicious, flagitious swordplay.
Inauspicious foreboding, one lover’s display.
Seditious naught, my miscarried parlay.
Delicious divulging- in this adventitious decay.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 4:27 AM UTC
In parlance of the street he's a dumpster-diver,
scavenger of non-losing wager or proposition tickets.
You'd see his fragile frame each night
walking the isles of the race and sports books,
a condor's aerial eye trained on the floor,
back visible only to casino surveillance cameras.
Seated atop a barstool at the back,
I watch him bend, examine and discard,
through the prism of my scotch glass.
Every food chain has its bottom-feeders,
he brings efficiency to the gambling ecosystem.
Likely not the life that you or I would chose,
but then he has no monthly credit card to pay.
Just now, I saw him straighten and smile,
a parlay ticket will pay for tonight's meal
with just enough left for a brown-bag.
He does not go uninvited to misfortune,
the streets tonight are lined with chance's down.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
Changing buses at Flamingo and Decatur,
a Sister ogles my comped leather jacket,
while braceros mill about across the street,
awaiting any drive-by job offer.
This is the Vegas never seen from the Strip;
a town of cheap gifts and off-the-books labor,
where paychecks disappear in Dollar Loan Centers,
every cranny packing a local's casino.
A hundred taxis queue outside the Palms,
like pilot fish seeking ectoparasites upon a shark.
Inside the thousand dollar escorts hustle
overextended gamblers busting hard 16's at the tables.
I told the Sister I'd won the jacket. Impressing
her that anyone would ever be a winner,
watched her intentionally cross the street
to invite a bracero out to breakfast.
The 103 bus downtown ran late.
Leaving my losing parlay tickets on the bus,
I walk through the parking lot of despair,
the casino's glass doors awaiting me.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Standing alone outside the Mirage,
I felt like the only gambler in Las Vegas.
The parlay ticket in my pocket guarded,
like a Top Secret document,
loss would do me
"grave and serious damage".
But don't we all thrive on taking chances?
Some of us simply lack the courage to admit so.
I saw her legs first, emerging
from the limo in nyloned perfection.
Now a valet opening the casino door,
words gathered, a stone in my throat,
"Would the lady care for company?"
I made myself a dog at odds of 8-1,
yet, a crooked finger beckoned me follow.
I felt like the only gambler in Las Vegas.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
Mr Green:
Mr Green, or whatever it may have been
Was last seen, across from mine (allegedly)
Pleading with some suits in a Greek parody
of his own life’s tragedy
begging for a Parlay of more time
I know not what, nor if your smart, and your no part
it’s none of your business anyway,
not that you don’t care for the man over there
He was just the spectacle for the day
or at least, originally it seemed that way.
Shouting always carries on the wind, especially if it’s angry,
More than laughter or nice surprises, I’m afraid to say
Roaming hounds were all some place else or had the night off
No engines revving juvenile celebration of joyriding
Another car chase at the end of another day
Mr Green, or whatever it may have been
Next morning was found
Face down to the ground
Crumpled, bloodied and broken.
Lips open
As if still holding onto those last words
In a motionless magical speech bubble which cannot be undone
Leaves him left unspoken
Leaves a Mother to bury her son
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:32 AM UTC
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
And I'm ashamed
Ashamed to become astray
Lost at all cost
Unable to maintain
This time fourth
And forever more stuck in parlay
Proceed to ones greed
Greed of today
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Hallowed life
Life full of grief
Sacred sacrifice
upon a thief
Hobbies of robberies
Nightmare full of dishonesty
Lust for guts and glory
Never bothered me
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Both hunger and thirst
Plundering lies
Lies came first
Followed by the cursed
Wasn't for the rain
The pain would never hurt
Coming undone
Just a negative sum
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Harvesting hateful desires
Disgraceful taste
behind his gun to expire
blast comes the wrath
before the fire
Fountain the blood
thick as mud
dresses his attire
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 2:06 AM UTC
Thy lips of espresso gold,
Convey to me,
Your desperado untold.
Thine eyes for your own,
Merriest of forbidden
Pleasures,
To hold.
Your supple smile upon
Thine own,
Reveal.
Amidst only
To conjure,
To conceal.
Parlay, if I may,
To implore
The keenest sense
Of your fulfillment,
I adore.
Gently now, our merriment. . .
Embarking upon salutation.
No more our desire,
Of infatuation?
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 2:45 AM UTC
Yellow jackets’ yellow jackets
Licorice made of Venison
Stand over there, quite queer, my dear
While I drink a handle of Jameson
**** wizards and Eddie Izzard
Speak to me in glad tidings
Astronauts, sweet lizards' space gizzards
Jump over the back of book bindings
***** the misconceptions
Drive off the road into gravy
Split the checks, and **** on decks
Mistake my sound perceptions
Habeus Corpus
Parlay with ***
Start with darts
And move to the porpoise
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
Ashamed to become astray.
Lost at all cost unable to sustain.
This Time forth and forevermore in a parlay.
Perceived to one's greed of today.
Hallowed life full of grief.
Sacred sacrifice upon a thief. Hobbies of robberies.
Haunting Nightmares of dishonesty. Lust for guts and glory never bothered me.
Both hunger and thirst.
Plundering lies came first followed by the curse.
If it wasn't for the rain the pain would never hurt.
Coming Undone.
Restless refuge on the run.
Harvesting hateful desires.
Disgraceful taste behind his gun to expire.
Fountain of blood thick as mud dressed his attire
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
T-The gift of life is oft stolen away
H-Horrid weaponry does the affray
E-Endlessly casualties will parlay
G-Gleaming soldiers eyes gone for rest
I-In unforgiving battles so harsh of test
F-Fighting at a land's utmost behest
T-Terrible the deadly toll is to attest
O-Over and over munitions have terminated
F-Flagrantly thieving any quietude generated
L-Loved sons of kinfolk seen to weep
I-Infinite this sadness ever so deep
F-From a beautiful benefit the cost steep
E-Extinguished by war's insane keep
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey
the sun doesn't shine
for me anymore
there's only tears
falling galore
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey
your leaving cut deep
into my soul
so much deeper
than any cavern's hole
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey
our love finished
over and done
our love at end
where is the sun
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey
no solace can I find
for my aching heart
now that you've
broken it apart
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
the showers parlay
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
With bowed heads we genuflect before the wicked grin of the guillotine.
In my mind's eye I go to parlay with the Grim Reaper.
He is seated before me- cloaked in obsidian shadows
His ivory bones offensive against the inky darkness
His scythe glints in the candlelight
its thirst for blood and flesh almost palpable.
His laugh comes as a rumble of thunder
Punctuated by the cracking and shattering of glass (and my sanity.)
He leans close across the table, transfixing me in terror,
staring directly into my soul. He who has no need for breath breathes -
and the smell of earth and death and decay and rot and ruin
tells me that my pleas for pardon will not be heeded.
Snapped back into reality, I close my eyes in defeat.
Suddenly- the angry serpent-air
hisses
and is parted.
Garish crimson stains ivory cobblestones.
Silence.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
True as the oceanside bonfires ..
Embers that parlay their very existence ,
at mercy of Poseidon's petulant expanse ..
Gale-borne , maritime id ...
Devout seafarers in perpetual , celestial
navigation ..
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
I mistreated you
I cheated you of a freedom needed for us to mend.
I was wading, waiting just to swim again.
against the tides is where I’ll find the path to pave the space needed
to make way for every ounce I couldnt appreciate
Never sing a song to a woman who wants to leave
I’ve turned into a madman, I think that’s enough for me
Will I make it to the end we’ll just have to wait and see
I ain’t Think that far yet but there’s no time to be
The one to hold you in his arms when your heart bleeds
I can’t humanize my **** disguise we’ve parted ways
My soul and I Parlay
prequels fondly pondered I’ve tread onward
focus was astray
Ive taken bigger bites than one can chew
Without a stain
I’ve seen it through
I came to play with aftermaths
And whatever’s left of sanity
don't know it all and won't pretend i Am saint
To me, imposing my beliefs would be deceit
Can’t captivate
man who has refused to see
Reduce the heat, don’t slave away for poverty
Its uncommon to solve problems with commodities
You’ll have to seek beneath the skin
My best attempt was making peace with the friends ship
allowed to sink
I keep the channel open, hoping that we meet before it ends.
I'm finding new approaches to the dreams I will transcend.
Now with all I know I can make sense of the events, a toast to the amends .
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
“oh, how they will all bet on morrows that strain rills after dark,
and yet the Game, unpitying, regains its lordly behest at dawn;
lean back and feel the turn of things, the chance, the risk, the almost...
ante!”
⋮
this mania!
when it wreathes,
the imperceptible of myself,
it drains through me, sedulously,
hands aquiver, sight fretful,
and the bath of wanting (and not, ergo),
spewing and fusing
inside the etna of my inlying.
you are, then, obedience itself,
long before the grapevine,
before the Cards;
rails tarnishing, yet begrimed steel,
rather ossein, or thew,
turning to a suttee so pale, it forgets its ills.
and the trains;
yes, they were gushing, though not afore;
“did you think they would arrive for you?”
they smelt into clag,
into a mist of faces, barren,
swelling and shrieking of throe,
snaking, snaking down the spine of
the Stake.
slaves betting with their ilk of ardor,
when a match struck, belatedly,
but already it is leaning toward cinders,
its shine no more
than a laugh of people,
leaving the hall shivery in its bleat,
charcoals sighing their waning,
others honing their exit.
bitterly, bitterly, i am
left with nothing to hold but smoke.
but time, ah, time,
the nimble Host,
old trickster with his cuffs of lithe,
shuffling cloaks for loose change.
he and i,
always at the same table,
and i know his favorite sleight:
to grant the boastful player
a losing hand,
and winning eyes.
the coin is tossed,
to the Parlay; so soon cast,
so soon swallowed by the piker.
the crowd, they clap for a name,
but it is never genius they are crowning,
only luck,
foremost Dealer,
with that last word,
smiling as he lays it down:
only the blind Card turned upward.
~~~
and i,
sitting with my empty cup,
still growing a taste for losing
foolish, surely,
but the loss only deepens the greed,
doubles it, whets it past the reach of will.
so ring then, coin,
dull as you are, tattered,
clattering against the floorboards.
it tells me i am counted,
measured,
already spent.
yes, yes, it is only a caprice,
but it hews, it digs,
it laughs where no mouths are,
and i laugh back;
ante!
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
Laying in my cozy bed,
I oft wonder
why?
why am I here when others not?
those that make a simple mistake
and perish, yet I am here
a friend telling me
“you have more lives than cats”
not a consolation to my deliriums
The plethora of experiences too plentiful
to parlay into one poem
sixteen at last count
multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion,
illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM
the litany long and varied but one stands out
playing on a recently unfrozen pond
raft fighting as it were
young hearts being foolish
falling in backwards, a non-swimmer
it is so cold, frost bite pins & needles cold
I am going deeper and deeper
it is getting colder and colder
darker and darker
until it is totally dark
no lingering thoughts, it is over
then a pinprick of light
drawing closer
it grows and grows
until I am in the light
it is oh so warm here
the lack of sound creating
an incredulous peacefulness
for a fear filled life
can I stay forever, please
except that is not my destiny
not that day or those others
rescued by a neighbor’s father
delivered unconscious to a mother
still questioning the why
Andreas Simic©
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:34 AM UTC
Contradiction
Let me start this crucifixion
****** living backwards
Back masking long lasting
Hidden Agenda
For Propaganda
My visions like the Colors of Panda
Black and white wrong to right
Still battling sable Can't hold the Fight
12 rounds Strong I can't give up
Looking down at the corrupt
Which jayz and ricky tell the truth
But they sticky?
riding with Guns following the Luminous One
Lucifer the bearer of the Light
Caught a ***** of the Spotlight
Foot was In inches In
To fortune and fame but enticed to Sin
How can I win? The game.that's designed
For them to Win to When no Pretend
No surrender I can attest
I'm for World Peace no Ron Artest
I might be arrested for telling the truth
Secretive fiber optics
Phone tapping to give the news Hot Topics
Lock a ***** up Pens making Profits
Politics I drop it knowledge
Hidden on the Plain
I'm tryna tare down the R and R domain
That's Rockefeller and Rothschild
Took many shots but still I smile
Lost in the wild young Ghetto Child
hell on Earth demons catching Mirth
The meek shall inherit
I ain't coming to be a Hero far from.Zero
Violent Hero all you haters can duck sick my Bicho deep throat
Now ya know I don't play **** the radio airplay
Now Radio stations whatcha got to say
Parlay
In the Streets is where sense my Heartbeat
I feed the Need hungerin for Change
Excursion Money never Splurgin
Game tight like a ******
The Devil is a lie that's why I'm urging
For ya to know the truth
The rap game done took a turn
Hells fire consuming Earth soon to Burn
Left to rubbles uh
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
Too much entertainment and not enough education
Seems to me the recipe for a wasted generation
But we've reached a point in time where the future isn't waiting
It’s up to us to realize that our own planet needs saving
Jeopardizing the earth we’ve put our entire race at stake
Our chips now in the middle, we’ve all but sealed our fate
The devil grins widely at the spoils of our parlay
Lest we save ourselves by answering the questions that await
How many more caskets overseas will this take?
How many kids will go hungry before we start thinking straight?
How many bombs must we drop before the madness stops?
How many innocent people will be killed by crooked cops?
How many policeman have to be gunned down in the streets
And how many of our cousins will die of ***
How long will live the reign of the greedy wealth elite?
How many leaders will it take for us to find our feet -
Or will we just lie down with open eyes and watch the whole world sleep?
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
falling everyday
the skies shaded
in a gloomy splay
the sun's happiness
no more on display
your leaving
cut deep into my soul
much deeper
than any cavernous hole
our love over
finished and done
our love at end
my world moribund
no solace can I find
for my aching heart
now that you've
torn it apart
sad sad shower
where are the sun's rays
sad sad showers
the showers parlay
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Partying partly ‘cause I know I’m doomed
I **** the truth and drink to lies
I’ll parlay my life into my dreams
But in this business of strife everybody dies.
‘Tis not the only truth so bitter sweet
Like when one dances with the heart
To choose to love is to choose to grieve
And, yet, we let such good things start.
In old age I’ll learn what I’ll never accept
That maybe the middle meant the most
You judge the journey by how, and not where
And, in the sinking, swim; To happiness, toast.
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
Doth you malign me
with virtuous intent
your design upon me
is a malignant bent
If, after being bound
by silver motes of rain
that soaked not unto my skin
but which quenched the fire
that I writhed upon in pain
had I ripped you from beneath
my own eager breast, you surely
would not rest but proudly
would have died, alone, on a street
but would you have found rest?
Dare not you parlay with me!
I still have eyes, a mind, a soul
you see. As adamantly that you
try to leap from my body to be
independent, you bleed, fresh,
from my flesh.
Unable to breath outside my body
So hush and do not fash so
Hold your peace and pray
I am disinclined to end it this day
just so you know
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC