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"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.
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am a Citizen.
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.
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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?
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Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
Sunday School Dropout
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?
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May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
Narcissus on ice
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)
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
It'd Be a Suicide Pact But You're Not Sad Anymore
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)
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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
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
life's theatre
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
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Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
dinner
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
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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.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
Monopoly
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.
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
Yahtzee.
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.
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
Oregon weather
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
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Hocus Pocus
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
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
challenge accepted
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.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
The Task
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.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Ravenous Wolf People
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?
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Yahtzee
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
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
playing games
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.
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Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:07 AM UTC
INFINITY POOLS ARE FINITE IF YOU SWIM LIKE A ROCK