Gambling - a Poem for dVerse and Friday Writings
A night not so good
Broke but I played with
big boys anyway
About halfway through
night I panicked
luck was so so
not running real good
Why did I panic
bad my kind of luck
Fellow with cigar
he hollered real loud
his words not what
I wanted to hear
"Time to pony up
boys, it's pockets out"
at that time I was
down nine hundred bucks
only had ten cents
IOUs were due
fellow with cigar
had been winning all
night, some others too
Ended up hocking
my gold watch and my
false teeth to Andy
Their interest was high
ten times bank charges
but I was lucky to keep
lucky to keep my
shoes and underwear
Hey friend, a few bucks
I'm getting hungry
and out of the game
That bad night seemed long
But was cut way short
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- Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with in Poetics at dVerse,
*Click here to visit other writers on the "animals as a verb" prompt, my word, "pony" associated with the word "up" means 'pay your debt now'
- I am also linked with Magaly of the Friday Writings #79,
- Her prompt idea is "to write poetry or prose inspired by an unfinished project. My unfinished project that came to mind was to clean up the mess in the garage and in the second downstairs bedroom with was dedicated to being my 'office' but turned out to be junk room for my surpluses and things I needed to sort through.
- Since Friday Writing allows other previous work, I am opting out for now. My opening first two lines would have been:
"How do you make a mess
Answer is, "You don't"
I may write about that some other day, it looked like a fun project in itself. But I am using this poem as it didn't get the reading that I had hoped for on last Tuesday, May 30, with the dVerse group. I had linked it up using the wrong address and didn't discover this until later the next day when I had no comments. I repaired it but was expecting several other with whom I had read their poems and left comments on them.
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Labels: dVerse prompt, Fiction, Friday Writings, Poem, Story, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 5/30/2023 10:57:00 PM
17 comments
17 Comments:
"Time to pony up
boys, it's pockets out"
Nice one Jim.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Much💖love
hocked the false teeth, huh? So it's either ivory or gold, then. Wow, some night,,, I would have pony-ied out of there sooner. I'm a scaredy cat, you see. It was a fun read, Jim. Thanks for sharing. Blessings.
Great voice - you've really captured a character here. And a great response to the prompt.
Nice one, JIm!
Good one!
Poor Jim! 🙃
(well written though!)
All best,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
What a night Jim - glad you made it through 🙌
I think an experience like that might be a blessing if it acted as a warning. I am rather biased against gambling, as my first (brief) marriage was to a compulsive gambler. I never was a gambler myself, but that experience would have put me off for life anyway.
There have been many gambling ads lately, especially during sports games on television. Your poem would make the perfect intro for those ads to set people straight before they lose their cash and teeth!!
Gambling can turn into a monster that eats everything if one isn't careful. I guess keeping one's undies and life can be seen as lucky. Still, dangerous game... gambling.
It was funny and you were lucky to get through
It was just not the subject's night was it? I never got the allure of gambling though. I'd rather spend my money on tea and know I was going to get my dollars' worth.
"it's pockets out"... smiling at that line... instantly imagined one of those card dens from an old movie!
Love the vivid descriptions of how it felt 'losing your shirt' ... thinking I should ante up, grab a seat, play a few rounds with you. I feel like lady luck is on my side today.
Good one, Jim! I enjoyed reading it.
I used to play poker and in one of the games, it wiped me out, and the good thing is I knew when to stop. I have not play poker since, and I switch to social mahjong, where it is more social interaction than gambling. And even that I stopped too (at least for now, i really love the game, it exercises the mind) because you need 4 persons to play it. I guess writing poetry and art takes your mind off these things. :)
Good one, Jim. I like your use of pony.
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