"yahtzee" poems
I am a Province, a State, a Municipality, and a Region.
I am a Soldier, a Pilot, a Minister, and a Legion;
I am a black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman,
A French man, American, Canadian, and Roman.
I am a rap artist, a singer, a slam poet and guitarist;
I dabble in the dark arts accompanied by a Marxist.
I'm a barista, a gas man, a secretary, and Tsarina,
A King and a Queen and a janitorial cleaner.
I am a "lover," a "hater," a "here now" and "there later,"
I am Luke Skywalker, yet at the same time, Lord Vader.
I am a driver, a walker, a rider, a stalker,
A conservative liberal and a well-learned straight-talker.
I am a salesman and clerk,
A criminal and a serf,
The proud owner of a weapon that, while it kills, saves the Earth.
I am a drinker and smoker,
A consumer and broker,
A bomb-maker, con-artist, Priest, and interloper.
I am a Citizen.
Religious and secular,
Macrocosmic, molecular,
Suit wearing, uncaring, emphatic, irregular,
A "packie," a **** a Scrabble fan playing Yahtzee;
A Jihadist, sadistic, addicted to Herodotus,
History is repeated by the philosopher that thought of us.
The eroticist literature towards which we've all lusted;
It looks like the bullets machine-gun is busted.
Indifferent, ecstatic, illicett, erratic,
An infant, a senior, a young man with bad-lip,
A black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman,
A Jew and a Christian, a Muslim musician,
A monarch, elitist, pro-abortion defeatist,
An anarchist, Black Panther, and a rich plutocratic;
I am a citizen,
And as one,
I'm elastic.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:35 PM UTC
Who the Hell wants to
Go off to Heaven?
Think about it please:
If you had to spend
All eternity
With “goody two shoes”,
And “zipped up virgins”,
And “pious *******
Always putting on
Thick sweaters of wool
Cause there ain’t no heat,
Playing “Yahtzee” and
“Old Maid” and “Go Fish”
And “Bingo” and “Red
Rover Red Rover”
Send the next bore on
Over! You’d pray and,
Oh my dear, you‘d wish
To come down to Hell
Where the party’s at!
By the time Heaven
Starts serving soda
Water and broccoli
Oh my dear you’ll crave:
***** Linguini
A full Trough of Sloth
A Southern Wrath Wrap
Greed’s mead, Peppered Pride
Glutton’s Mutton and
Sweet Envy’s Smoothie.
Can you live with just
Holding their cold hand?
Sitting on some cloud,
Gazing and never
Feeling or touching?
Never burning, nor
Experimenting?
This is blunt, but think,
This is where all the
Interesting folks
Go! Laughter? Its here!
Debauchery? Here!
Creativity!
Ingenuity!
We are what made life,
LIFE! Think about it!
Has obedience,
Has docility,
Has simplicity,
Has submission changed
This world? This universe?
A wise man, once said
“If heaven is where,
“Nice” folks like you go,
Then its surely hell
That I’d rather know”
Here is the freedom!
Here are the cool kids!
Why starve in the light,
When in the dark there’s
Every delight and
Every single thing
Enjoyed throughout life?
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
I burn
beautifully
in the fires of vanity.
Got lost
in my own reflection
on the frozen food doors—
there I was,
lined up with the rest
of the products on ice:
three fifty-nine
for four egg rolls,
six twenty-nine
for frozen bread dough,
six ninety-nine
for wild blueberries.
Superimposed,
my long mug
trying its best
to blend in.
My forehead says
I’m three ninety-nine,
but my solar plexus
clearly marks me
at five fifty-nine.
However,
my **** is, apparently,
on clearance,
reduced by thirty percent,
and
going for a buck nineteen.
At the end of the aisle,
an old lady eyes my biscuits,
rattling her coin purse
like she’s about to
roll a Yahtzee.
I flick my gaze
back to the glass
and my own ghostly image.
What did I
come here for
again?
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
it's hot in a restaurant with the strangers you've since been stranded with
(look! You Finally Did It!)
and everybody knows your name but the symbolism of individualized letters with glottal stops and teeth-sucking pauses and dyslexic lingering lisps is lost on them, they have their own letters to think about, don't you know?
(hundreds of pillows fly out my ears in increasing sizes, so i must be dreaming - Right?)
Yahtzee! Soccer! Give it the old college try!
(abstract oils crash and burn in a watchtower atop of your New Life)
It's Something to do with your Mouth, It's Something to do with your Hands, but we couldn't tell you why $2.50 wasted matters more than four months and the casual flinging of my (god forbid)
i n n o c e n c e
(you're happy and i'm unconscious, so in theory we're on the same wavelength - Right?)
can you assure me that everyone has two decades of nauseating mediocrity
or no - is it just me?
we Need coffee! we Need love! dread has to be evenly distributed - don't leave your years of it at my door!
(i don't want anybody's advice unless it's on how to fashion a fully-functioning noose)
tiny lips and long socks - i can't stop being in love with the whole two-eye/two-ear/nose/mouth ordeal but i'm utterly left-handed in my lust and i swear to god both hands are empty - but that's something else entirely
(back to where we started from, in bleeding headlights swimming on deserted streets)
'just wanted to throw an XO your way' say the eyes of every crossword connection i bend over backwards to trying to cater it to my thoughts of you
(For Sale: a storage unit of journals filled with sketches of you - it's pink and mushy and curled inside my head, if you're into that)
and it's only when we're in a bed together at 3:26 AM that belongs to neither you or me that i can consciously eliminate emptied emotions and neatly file them onto typeface notes hidden in bouquets decorating the dismal-ities of my freshly-planted tombstone
(fuse our bodies together and let's make this sarcophagus a necrophilia-polis)
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
the roles people play
cosmetic tunic, armor and robe
in cerebral dungeons delay
and physical dragons slay
pursuing love's elusive Yahtzee
flowers, candy and ethereal prince
show the smile, hide the ****
intensely adore, joie de vivre
blessed are those whose heart and eyes
see us for who we are
the stage, the act be circumsized
undressed relationships the prize
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
I still have more to give
cried
the rotting leftovers
in the back of the fridge
Desperate to be
used
ripped
snagged
just take me off
this crusting tomb
I
want
to
feel
what it is like to be
reheated
just zap me
:45
ill be tender
ill be good
enough to eat
alive
and the last streams of red can trickle onto
your paper towel
all the mess
****** away
by the quicker picker upper
slip slip slipping
on this plastic plate
because you dropped all your fine china
you broke all the glass
you cracked all your chances
for divine dinning
I can watch your eyes roll around
from the inside of my lightening storm
a game of Yahtzee- snake eyes 4 times in a row
scanning everything
forgetting everything
are you feeling lucky?
:10
almost almost
almost
drip drip dripping
is the drool from your mouth
you forgot how good I can be
use the knife and cut away the bad parts and ill be
the prettiest picture
you've ever seen
i'll taste just like I look------ a piece of rotting meat with the corners cut off and the juices all dried with a warm reminder of hot all dumped onto a plastic plate.
delicious
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
People say love is a game
Monopoly is more fun than this ****
and at least that comes with directions though no one bothers to read them
With love the rules change with every new player
The basics are
You should smile
Laugh at all their jokes especially if none of them are funny
do not be too “available”
do not awkward
do not be weird, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars.
I’m not a hopeless romantic
I’m just hopeless
People tell me to get a clue
But I’d much rather be playing clue
Yeah Miss Scarlett killed Mr. Body with the lead pipe in the hall
But hey at least she can’t break your heart
See I don’t mind losing a silly little board game
but baby I couldn’t stand to lose you
When you’re gone my hearts
when you’re with me it hurts even more
This hurt shooting through my veins and down my spine
like the rush of a thousand bingos and Yahtzee’s combined
reminding me I’m alive
That I can feel and think and… love
I don’t want to lose that
I can’t lose that
But wins and losses are a part of life
And I’m not talking about the one I can cheat at
So I’ll just cross my fingers and roll the dice.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
illuminated streetlights guide us down the trail of truth.
memories trapped within the corners are now ablaze.
secrets hidden in the mist are swallowed.
russia. mexico. puerto rico.
99 cards for this game of yahtzee.
beginner's luck excuses the match.
blank pages, missing drafts reflect the travels all lost.
semi or strong?
pickle. tomato. lime.
stir it up and tip it over.
orange blossoms and juniper leaves
line the edges of the trail
igniting passion and intensity.
faces lost, and experiences crossed.
it's hank moody's turn to rise.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
all was calm this morning
and now it's not
it changed faster than tachyons
how can it be?
how did that blue sky
breathing life into the little white flowers
the ones that tell me it is spring
the ones that seemed to smile as I passed them
how did that turn into this?
this torrential down pour
these ferocious winds
the sideways rain hits me like bullets
or at least paint *****
turning exposed skin red on the run
the wet trash is hurling down the street
faster than the rushing creek
the creek that serves as my driveway
how did the sounds of the birds chirping
turn into thunder crashing louder than the ocean
thunder shaking my house
we're in the Yahtzee cup of the God's dinner party
shaking around
no clue how we will fall
I hate the weather.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
I knew you were coming for the show,
And now here you are.
So, are you ready to see some magic?
First off you should know what you're playing for
Do this only if you're brave,
Because, mark my words this love will make you levitate
And you will have no choice but to gravitate.
Now the dice are in your hands,
Think you can roll a Yahtzee?
Be sure before you let go,
Cause once you're mine there's no going back to before me.
My love is so strong you would think it was on steroids so,
If you get a chance to fall take a firm hold,
But if you break my heart you will fear the reaper,
Because I'll turn cold as a freezer.
Like a fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor
I'll be your sleeping beauty
But you'll be the one in a coma.
This love is like a drug you can try to hit it
and quit it but I'm so dope
you will mess around and get addicted.
So, are you gonna be my brave volunteer...
Do you believe in illusions...
or think this is just all smoke and mirrors...?
Cause I got a hat full of tricks
and that ain't a rabbit up my sleeve.
Chris Angel ain't got **** on me!
Because, my love is so enchanted it's like
"Abracadabra"
And your heart will disappear...!
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
drenched in the stench of competition,
unattractive ultimate of winning
a loss equates to confidence thinning
stopping not, for sake of the mission
for someone of high cognition
victory consumes you, leaves you grinning
unnoticed until now, same from the beginning
determined to conquer this fission
strict, stoic, aggressive ****
maintain control, grip tighter the reigns
anything from professional to Yahtzee
uneven match, still your moral gains
stubborn, step into a familial kamikaze
severing connection, frees me from chains
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
The task was quite simple - speak into the mic,
Or post it to Twitter if that's what you like,
But pause for a moment your intense game of Yahtzee
And tell the whole nation that no sick *******
White supremacists, kkker or alt-right fanatic –
(With or without robes that they found in the attic)
Is allowed to spread terror or drive cars through a crowd.
Vile speech, vile actions just won't be allowed.
As people sat waiting throughout our great nation-
Instead of a strong and robust condemnation
There came but a tweet both insipid and sad
Implying that both sides were equally bad,
And when no one came forth to defend his position
Not Repubs or Dems, hardly one politician
Trump finally said okay what I meant
Was white supremacists are evil one hundred percent.
But the bigots were grinning as Trump's sound bite got tossed -
Cause he had made it quite clear that his fingers were crossed.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
Wait and see people,
when the power goes out,
it's going to be a freak show.
Ya know, it goes out for only an hour
& people get totally squirrelly,
they get really agitated,
start squawking.
Imagine a week to ten days.
It ain't going to be playin' yahtzee,
Personally, I'll be going on the offensive,
if you don't take the initiative,
the hooligans are going to come
and take all your **** by force.
I saw three headless bodies once,
hands tied behind their backs,
it was a ****** affair.
So listen up folks,
this picture of peace & calm
is only a facade,
it hides the animal
inside of all of us.
I've seen them.
Most people
are ravenous wolves
in disguise.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Rolling the dice,
Flipping the cup.
Always desiring all sixes,
or the best possible full house.
We get disappointed
when things don't go our way,
With Yatzee it's all luck,
there is no strategy with rolling the dice.
What you get, is what your score will be.
How things turn out,
Luck decides for you.
What will be your fate?
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
i remember playing red rover
and ghosts in the graveyard
monopoly and chinese checkers
and yahtzee and spades
i remember playing wife
and mother
and employee of the month
i walk dangerously close
to the edges of my life
sometimes
but i never play there
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
even when i lived in barrels i was stung by pre-Euclidean geometries
aping right angles, askew of a laminar flow of Time.
even when i stutter like butter on a lightning bolt
my collisions resolve dormancy
wherever i evict a conspicuous
ascetic tenet.
i twist The End where The Beginning buds;
and watch for spontaneous eruptions-
for Origins, mapped to a powder keg
with a damp fuse.
[ it’s steam engines now… ]
AND
the moon’s belly
is a bright eclipse
clamor-locked in the beastly
barrage of our tuneless
arias…
coping with despotic realities
with aplomb; birthing sunshine
from a myth mirror
emblazoned where harm refracts
exact moments-
tumbling magnetic…
as your eyes
Yahtzee the Forbidden
like a rogue.
with
blunt force
Rama.
as Fore-
told.
II
infinity pools are finite if you swim like a rock.
or fall asleep when a lullabies’ on fire.
just so you Know.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:07 AM UTC