The Gambling Song
Sort of country and western....
Lord knows i'm a gambler
I've gambled all my life
Gambled with my money
Gambled being a wife
For richer for poorer
Was the gamble that i made
And all the time with fingers crossed
I have been betrayed.
Once he was handsome
The finest stud around
But then he started drinking
And put on a few pounds
Then one night in our bedroom
I was quite surprised
What had been big was now quite small
And not a satisfying size.
Lord knows i'm a gambler
I've gambled all my life
Gambled with my money
Gambled being a wife
For richer for poorer
Was the gamble that i made
And all the time with fingers crossed
I have been betrayed.
(more verses to follow - any ideas welcome!)
poem by David Keig
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He was a degenerate gambler. That is, a man who gambled simply to gamble and must lose. As a hero who goes to war must die. Show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser, show me a hero and I'll show you a corpse.
quote by Mario Puzo
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Addictive Gambler
Addicted Gambler
This is a sad tale
Of a man who gambled and failed
His desire was to get rich quick
But he ended up being a losing freak
Daily withdrawals from the cash machine
Yet with money he was so mean
Never ate hence so thin and lean
Smoked away with bad breath and skin
He had other hidden talents
Which were vividly silent?
He was creative
Very imaginative
But none of that ever became lucrative
An addicted gambler
Who tried his hands at everything?
To see what his luck might bring
Spent hours scratching cards at Bingo
Tried poker though he did not know the lingo
Played and lost on various fruit machines
Never ever satisfied with a days win
Gambled on so many horses
Which all brought heavy losses?
In misery he resorted to alcohol
This also contributed to his downfall
Lost all his friends
In vain tried to make amends
After missing so many appointments
Several times he threw in the towel
When he realised
He had no more personal possessions to sell
Saying life really sucks
I don’t seem to be having any luck
But he was an addicted gambler
It was only a question of time
When he will sneak out of home as if a crime
To gamble his newly acquired wealth away again
An addicted Gambler
Absorbed with heavy numerous debts
Caused by large unreasonable bets
Spending his entire wage
Was a daily chapter in his book and page
That grew worse and worse with every age
Always borrowing more money
From his friends and family in a hurry
Saying please I wouldn’t do it again, I am sorry
His family knew he desperately required
Psychiatric assistance
That very momentarily instance
Or his mental state
Would be beyond maintenance
A very befalling state
Several times he threw in the towel
When he had no more personal possessions to sell
Saying life really sucks
I don’t seem to be having any luck
But he was an addicted gambler
It was only a question of time
When he will sneak out of home as if a crime
To gamble his money away again
After so many years he finally gave up
He knew it was about time to eventually stop
He lost it all
There were no more friends to call
He did not even have little money to have a ball
What a sad story said the coroner
This young man must have been a total loner
What an addictive gambler
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Another Poetry Of Otherness
Jumping from the ground to the ground
Nobody knows what I am
Noby knows who I am
I know my another 'I'
Forgetful runaways infinity of langugambled
Life is not a gambled cards but gambled of mind
Who knows? You are a poem?
Fellowspaceman!
Whited colours distorted realities
Where are we standing?
Don't give me answer
Just throw me questions raised by aesthetic impotency
Out of politicised aesthetics running out of life-steamed fuel
Gambling The Life
Betting on my knowledge, I predict.
Betting on my intuition, I speculate.
Resigning to luck, I gamble at times.
All the three came to be stupid actions
Where apprehension and anxiety
Ruled in high voltage and frequency,
Having bearings on my life span.
Virtually I have gambled the life.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Every great discovery I ever made, I gambled that the truth was there, and then I acted in faith until I could prove its existence.
quote by Arthur H. Compton
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Rambling, Gambling Willie
Come around you rovin gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well.
His name was will o conley and he gambled all his life,
He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
He gambled in the white house and in the railroad yards,
Wherever there was people, there was willie and his cards.
He had a reputation as the gamblinest man around,
Wives would keep their husbands home when willie came to town.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
Sailin down the mississippi to a town called new orleans,
Theyre still talkin about their card game on that jackson river queen.
Ive come to win some money, gamblin willie says,
When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
Up in the rocky mountains in a town called cripple creek,
There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week.
Nine hundred miners had laid their money down,
When willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
But willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true,
He supported all his children, and all their mothers too.
He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore,
He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
When you played your cards with willie, you never really knew
Whether he was bluffin or whether he was true.
He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair.
The man, he left a diamond flush, willie didnt even have a pair.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
It was late one evenin during a poker game,
A man lost all his money, he said willie was to blame.
He shot poor willie through the head, which was a tragic fate,
When willies cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
So all you rovin gamblers, wherever you might be,
The moral of this story is very plain to see.
Make your money while you can, before you have to stop,
For when you pull that dead mans hand, your gamblin days are up.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I gambled on having the strength to live two lives, one for myself and one for the world.
quote by Ruth Benedict
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My mother, sister and I watched through the windows as my father gambled.
quote by Tom Berenger
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And, Like The Wind
Free to love
Free to suffer
Free to heal
Free to cover
All of the pain,
Within me that remained
And free to pretend,
Nothing has changed
Free to laugh
Free to cry
Free to accept
And,
Free to deny.
I had gambled,
On love again!
But,
Like a wind
I-am-free,
To go.
Free to love
But,
Like a wind
I-am-free,
To go!
But,
Like a wind
I-am-free,
To go!
Free to laugh.
Free to cry.
Free to accept.
And,
Free to deny.
I had gambled,
On love again!
But,
Like a wind
I-am-free,
To go.
But,
Like a wind
I-am-free,
To go!
But,
Like a wind
I-am-free,
To go!
And,
Like the wind
I-am-free,
To go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Missing Finger
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
Fifteen years away from home,
We are yet to know what really went wrong;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
What really went wrong with your missing finger?
You made enough money and thought that,
You were richer than the President;
Today, you've returned home poorer than before!
There is time for everything,
A time to gain and a time to lose;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Who will help you now?
Fifteen years awayto make some money,
But today you can't even eat well at home;
From a flight to your plight,
Today you can't even sleep well at home;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
The very colours of the rainbow with a view;
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back home with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Fifteen years away to make some money;
From the land of red, gold and green! !
From a flight to a plight,
It's all part of a lesson;
You are now at home at last.
The President was at the stadium but,
Where were you?
It is better to be humble than to boast.
Flight, sight, might, bright, tight, light;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Bite, kite, height, fight, eight, plight;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Quiet, rite, white, night, site, write;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Today, the President is better off than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I gambled and I lost. I failed in securing my options for this choice for myself, but I succeeded in verifying the Dark Age is still with us.
quote by Jack Kevorkian
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Love Me, Love The Life I Lead
(words & music by macauley - greenaway)
I am not a wise man neither am I a fool
But what I am the way the good lord made me
Though I need you more than you may ever understand
I cant wear a face that will betray me
Oh, if youre gonna love me, love the life I lead
Need the things I need, dont try to change me
If youre gonna take me, take me for what I am
I cant be another man, I cant be free
cos the life I lead is the life I lead
Money in my pocket never seems to last too long
Ive gambled on the way and drowned my sorrows
Though God knows I cant pretend its better on my own
I cant promise you a new tomorrow
Oh, if youre gonna love me, love the life I lead
Need the things I need, dont try to change me
If youre gonna take me, take me for what I am
I cant be another man, I cant be free
cos the life I lead is the life I lead
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Wallflower
6x6 - from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor you got damp on the bed
Theyre trying to get you crazy - get you out of your head
They feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defences, no compromise
Nothing you can do, they day can be long
You mind is working overtime, you bodys not too strong
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you cant get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out - the light burns your eyes
To the talking room - its not surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their hipppcratic oath
They tell you - how to behave, hehave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing theres no way to respond
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you cant get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, youre not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, youre not forgotten here
And I will say you you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Stagger Lee
The night was clear, and the moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumblin down. . .
I was standin on the corner
When I heard my bull dog bark.
He was barkin at the two men
Who were gamblin in the dark.
It was stagger lee and billy,
Two men who gambled late.
Stagger lee threw a seven,
Billy swore that he threw eight.
Stagger lee, said billy,
I cant let you go with that.
You have won all my money,
And my brand-new stetson hat.
Stagger lee went home
And he got his .44.
He said, Im goin to the ballroom
Just to pay that debt I owe.
(bridge)
Go, stagger lee
Stagger lee went to the ballroom
And he strolled across the ballroom floor.
He said you did me wrong, billy.
And he pulled his .44.
Stagger lee, said billy,
Oh, please dont take my life!
Ive got three hungry children,
And a very sickly wife.
Stagger lee shot billy
Oh, he shot that poor boy so hard
That a bullet went through billy
And broke the bartenders bar.
Go, stagger lee, go, stagger lee!
Go, stagger lee, go, stagger lee!
(to fade)
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Silver Line (2005r)
We sat in a lounge headed south,
just travelers on the silver line.
We drank and smoked
to music and stories.
Felt the rythm of the tracks
setting a tone for the trip.
We gambled and laughed,
we bragged and fell somber.
We welcomed and said farwell
to those joining us through the night.
And when I came to,
as the sun started to rise,
They were gone like whispers,
just memories of the silver line.
poem by Patrick Wescott
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An Illusion
What have I done?
Why did I enter this world of fun?
Is this a game that has no end?
But who’s got to win
And who’ll cry?
I can’t resist…
I will stay…
I will keep playing
Until my hands are numb
Until the prize is mine
But what is this?
My heart says something
And my mind can’t deny.
Oh no, not this!
This should not be the case
It’s too soon…
I’m so confused!
And it’s impossible!
This is a foolish game
And I’m the one to be blamed
But how can I escape
From the world that I have made?
I don’t want to lose
All that I have gambled
Is so hard to regain
And so for now
I will fly high and soar
To this fantasy world
You and I are involved
poem by Rose de Ramar
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I mock when others do.
Earning was glamorous; I laboured.
Spending was glamorous; I idled away.
Losing was glamorous; I gambled.
Loving was glamorous; I pursued.
Leaving was glamorous; I pined.
Each one of them is mocked at
By those when they aren’t involved..
08.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How Does A Relationship End? ....
in Siayan the woman who broke up with her man
ended up dead,
he rationalized that if he could not own her
let no one can
the parents mourn for the death of their baby
whom
not a fly had ever landed on her skin
on his part
his life has no meaning anymore
he has become
the living dead and then with one fatal shot in his head
he exploded
death
there are two coffins in the neighborhood
two funerals
many mourners
ten lamentations
on a tongue in cheek
one of those who gambled on those wake nights asked
all in the name of Love?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Casino Crown In Melbourne
Casino Crown in Melbourne
Those who are economical
and calculating with frugal lifestyles,
shouldn't enter Casino Crown's gambling world.
The colourful and dreamy atmosphere
will lure you to loosen your purse strings.
See the finance wizards wobble before the Poker Machines.
The misers too will be tempted to gamble on the horses.
Some rookies well-versed in rummy dared to rumble
with the machines and stare at the display of results.
Go to village cinema theatres there with your real partner.
If you visit this extraterrestrial abode with your fake love
to partake in these exciting games, not only your coffers
but your luscious partner too will be fleeing away from you.
Send the corrupt, the underworld goons and the smugglers
to Casino Crown for to be punished. They can eat yummy cakes,
sip tasty wines and play with machines
and go back to their countries in loin-clothes.
Nice guys shuffle the cards and the baffled men lose their bets.
The Pokies King will be in a daze if some wizards
who know the programmes loaded in these machines
come, play and loot the money in billions.
Fleeting money never returns.
O, you waiting for a cakewalk! Come out with the satisfaction
that you too gambled in Casino Crown,
the Heaven made marvelous skyscraper.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Kentuckey Gambler
He wanted more from like
Than four kids and a wife
And a job in the dark kentucky mines
A twenty-acre farm
With a shacky house and barn
That's all he had
And all he left behind
At gambling he was lucky
So he left kentucky
Left behind his woman and his kids
Into the gay casino
In nevada's town of reno
Kentucky gambler planned to get rich quick
Kentucky gambler, who's gonna love your woman in kentucky
Who's gonna be the one to give her what she needs
Kentucky gambler, who's gonna raise your children in kentucky
Who's gonna keep them fed and keep shoes on their feet
At the gamblers' paradise
Lady luck was on his side
Kentucky gambler played his cards just right
He won at everything he played
Kentucky gambler had it made
And he should have quit and gone on home that night
But when you love the greenback dollar
Sorrow's always bound to follow
Reno dreams fade into neon amber
And lady luck, she'll leave you on
She'll saty awhile, and then she's gone
You'd better go on home kentucky gambler
But a gambler never seems to stop
Til he loses all he's got
And so, kentucky gambler, he played on
He played til he lost all he won
He was right back where he started from
Then he started wanting to go home
Kentucky gambler, there ain't nobody waiting in kentucky
When you walked out, somebody else walked in
Kentucky gambler, looks like you ain't really very lucky
Seems to me a gambler looses much more than he wins
So you think about it
Kentucky gambler
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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