| Short Poem
Posted: 8/9/2008 7:11:50 AM | I love Vegas............but it gives me the blues!
Blackjack,Poker,Roulette, and Dice,
PaiGow and Slots, dog ain't it so nice,
Craps tables, Sports betting and pretty girls too,
What else can this poor boy do?
The blues ain't so bad now,
They make me feel glad.
A run of bad luck ain't gonna make me feel sad.
Too many women and too many bets,
I've been up and down but I ain't leaving yet. | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 8/9/2008 7:40:19 AM | I know the high life
I know it well
I grew up in a pool hall
and hustled around the U.S
even beat some world champions
like Steve Mizerak
There ain't no rhyme in this poem
I don't care
Got to get some things off my chest
for those who might listen
I know the high life
I know it well
I was a marijuana cowboy
for fifteen years
grew that lady jane
in two different states
It was boom or bust
in those days
Made tons of money
in some years
other years none
Deer, Bears, Rabbits
Cops, and Ripoffs
Early freeses
like I said boom or bust
I partyed like hell
Vegas...no problem
leave on a whim
and drop some
dimes and snort
some too
Yeah I made the fast buck
but it left my pocket fast too
and the bottle
well it was my only friend
and home was where I woke up
Been with some sleasy dames
been with some queens
depended on how drunk
I was
Yeah I lived the high life
I lived it well
been in bars
no white man would go
but I didn't care
I lived the high life
and I lived it well
But when you live so fast
you got to pay the price
too many fights
too many sleepin
on the sidewalk
too many times
in the drunk tank
And when the helicopters landed
on my property
and the black ninja's
came out and pulled
my marijuana christmas trees
the party was over
That was some time ago
and I learned my lesson
So I don't live the high life
No more coke, smack, pot
no nothin, just fresh air
and peace of mind
I live a simple life now
I mow lawns
enjoy my land
and fish
and friends
and family
And I write sappy poems
from the heart
but you know what
this tree bleeds | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 8/9/2008 7:48:29 AM | ^^^^You call that short???.......... Just kidding and ya know it!!
hugs and kisses
Who would, want to leave
and become mulched?....lol
without first bud'n on this pond branched
etch'n memories sweet
tell'n tid's of bit's to lifes mysteries
thrill'n me!!!
Love You too!!! | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 8/9/2008 9:04:37 AM | It's your thread...................short or long
Your option,
Once I lived in the hood,
Now it's all good.......................very lame but real! | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 8/9/2008 9:09:26 AM | Flashback
Too stoned to think,
Too young to drink,
My Dad taught to not give a shit,
About what others think! | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 8/10/2008 2:18:00 AM | Kaleidoscope
Marijuana and alcohol,
Colourful and addictive,
Powerful substances,
Altering state of mind and behaviour.
Love unconditionally given,
Caring, offering options,
Encouragement to choose what is best,
Bringing balance, stability, self nurturing. | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 8/10/2008 10:06:45 PM | uncondtionally
i accept you for being you
and me for being me
in my mind
that's the way
it's suppose to be
i cannot change a soul
nor would i want them
to change me
i accept you for being you
please accept me for being me
(thinking of the serenity prayer here...i'm just not as articulate!) | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 8/11/2008 2:24:24 AM | YO
Hey thanks everyone for stoppin by....
Cards and chips...Love your poems, all of them. Hey I hope you hit a winning streak.
Heres a short and the reason why I can't fly to Vegas.
i started at square one at fifty three
cause i went through the double d
downsized and divorced
so now i mowin lawns and pullin weeds
for some money to buy some seeds
vegetables of course
Hammy, hey homey, thanks for stoppin by and droppin some lines...That's right, bits and pieces here and there...got to leave em guessing...right(haha)..."Big O"
Tranquil Rose, As always, your clarity of thought is so pure...I drink it in...
Rosie, love your poem about people and their differences. Yeah, if we were all the same, man, we'd all be yawnin.
Ok, in keeping with the gambling theme, my next poem is about a friend of my dads named Jack. He was my older brothers Godfather at his Baptism. | |
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| Thrill of his Life
Posted: 8/11/2008 2:31:17 AM | .....Thrill of his Life.....
my dad had a friend named Jack
who gambled at the racetrack
win or lose, he had to play
he needed that thrill, everyday
his dollars ran out so he sold his car
but that money did not go very far
he still had a job, made good money you see
but betting and losing was his destiny
the mob helped him out and he ran up a tab
and he rode to the track in the back of a cab
da boys had a hold of him and all of his stuff
when that was all gone, they got real rough
he got the thrill of his life in the eleventh hour
as he was falling, from the top of Sears tower
*Did he jump or get thrown off...we'll never know. | |
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| Throwing the dice again.....
Posted: 8/11/2008 4:35:54 AM | Throwing the dice again....
throw it out and see it turn
will it land
on the number you yearn?
it seems to pause
as your heart skips a beat
but the number changes
with you stranded in the street
will you throw those dice again?
holding your breath
forgetting where you've been??
trusting that one day you'll find
Its not a gamble
just a step in time. | |
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| vegas...
Posted: 8/11/2008 4:38:05 AM | too much sound
too much smoke
too much light
too much money
lost
sin city
easy to please
grown up
disneyland
can't understand
where my money went
i just spent
next month's rent
again
it's in my veins
going insane
don't you feel
my pain
where is my brain
lost again
i can't win
if my like depends
on it
it's a matter of skill
it's a matter of luck
and everytime
i'm totally fvcked | |
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| vegas..
Posted: 8/11/2008 1:12:08 PM | Thanks River............I have enjoyed everyones contributions here...........here is one more for the vegas theme ( I left there 6 months ago)!
The internet and television boosted the poker boom,
The Worlds Series of Poker did not expect this so soon,
The world class players are still the cream of the crop,
But the young guns are coming and they are not going to stop.
Learn the lingo and you will be helping yourself,
If you don't know what the players are saying than you will be left out,
Your number of outs when the cards run hot and cold,
Along with pot odds tell you weather to stay or fold. | |
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| Short Poem ( I Guess}
Posted: 8/11/2008 4:04:24 PM | Speaking of beer,
George Killians here,
A little Irish Red is always good for the head.
It has a taste that won't quit,
A little dark, robust, and bold.
Next time you make chili put in a pint of this brew,
That's about the only time that I don't serve it cold! | |
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| Short Poem ( I Guess}
Posted: 8/13/2008 4:40:15 PM | Hey all, thanks for stoppin by:
Cards and Chips...Some good stuff. So true about the internet players...Brother plays 7 days a week on internet...has all the books and videos...and I still beat his ass at Holdum...Just kidding John, your the best(hehe).
Huck... Are you talking about Dice?(haha). Don't worry dear, you will hit your "winning number". Just remember though...quit while your ahead.
Rose...So true, so true...Sad isn't it? My motto: don't play if you can't afford to lose. The fun is in the action...and I'm not just talkin about Vegas....
Alright... 4 days tryin to come up with a poem and all I came up with was this...and it don't even rhyme...I need a muse...
......Pitchin Quarters.....
pitchin quarters against the wall
was one of our favorite games
we'd play it all day
at the caddyshack
in between the
morning and evening leagues | |
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| Two Shorts
Posted: 8/13/2008 4:53:55 PM | .....Heartbeat.....
she said my poem
made her heart go
twitterpate
i was hoping for
thumpitythump
.....No title.....
with every breath you give
with every breath i take
with every breath i give
with every breath you take | |
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| Two Shorts
Posted: 8/13/2008 6:23:40 PM | He thought and he thought
but the words wouldnt flow
he thought and thought again
but had little to show
he cried for inspiration
he cried out for a muse
but as he sat pen in hand
what words would he choose?
He dreamed of loves heartbeat
he remembered a boyhood chum
but even with memories colors
he only sat glum. | |
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| Two Shorts
Posted: 8/13/2008 6:35:12 PM | Wow!!! Beautiful Huck...just like you...Thanks...
Tears flowed down his eyes
remembering the joy | |
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| Rose is a Rose
Posted: 8/13/2008 11:32:08 PM | .....Rose is a Rose.....
nobody
knows
how deep
the rose
grows
everybody
knows
the beauty
of
Rose
*Hurry back... | |
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| Rose is a Rose
Posted: 8/14/2008 12:00:33 AM | | Awwwwww........... a few words express a lot...that was nice riv. The sentiments of many, I am sure. | |
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| Short and Sweet
Posted: 8/14/2008 5:58:45 PM | the trip i am on
has no time or space
heaven holds my heart
glory is her place | |
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| not Short nor Sweet
Posted: 8/14/2008 9:52:43 PM | i silently slipped away
so i wouldn’t have to say
a thing
feeling out of place
in my own space
i breathe
unable to catch my breath
i needed to take a rest
for days
when i feel this way
all i’ve got to say
is...sorry
i caused this pain
this feeling that’s insane
no one else
my feelings out of control
are not yours to hold
but thank you
and when i’m rested again
i will again play with my friends
with pleasure
but now my words are dry
and i cannot tell a lie
that is why
i silently slipped away
and didn’t want to say
a thing | |
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| not Short nor Sweet
Posted: 8/15/2008 3:12:47 AM | | Thanks for dropping one last poem. I'll miss ya. Happy trails to you. | |
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| Beijing
Posted: 8/15/2008 3:17:19 AM | .......Beijing.......
the runners line up
there off
cough cough cough
you've joined the race
we have set the pace
so breathe in deep
the smog of greed | |
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| Damn Right
Posted: 8/16/2008 6:27:55 AM | friend stopped by
out of the blue
lifted me up
my o my | |
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| A stop by place.....
Posted: 8/16/2008 9:10:09 AM | I dont live
in a stop by place
Up in the hills
and out of the way
its nice though
to see a friendly face
a knock on the door
to brighten your day.
~~~~Good morning , riv~~~~ | |
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