Windfall
the indian lottery man
who walked the length
and breath of brickfields,
the one i usually bought
some lottery from, wishing
for a windfall of its first prize -
a cool US$1 million - where is he?
has he too gotten a windfall?
lying flat and peaceful like the
graves I passed by just now?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Stepping Out Queen
Put on your lipstick
Apply your makeup
Sometimes youre living in a dream
And then you go steppin out queen
Well you go to a party
And you laugh loud and hearty
You stay all night you know you make the scene
As you go steppin out queen
Its just a windfall away
Its a love keeps getting stronger every day
You gotta look up and say
Its just a windfall away
Its just a windfall away
It keeps getting stronger every day
You gotta look out and say
Its just a windfall away
Well you go through the drama
And you work in the dharma
Then you stand up and wipe your mirror clean
And then you go steppin out queen
Come in the garden and just look at the flowers
We can just sit and talk for hours and hours
Its just a windfall away
Its a love its a love keeps getting stronger every day
Ill come in your garden and then well go steppin out
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Lottery Ticket
'A ticket for the lottery
I've purchased every week,' said she
'For years a score
Though desperately poor am I,
Oh how I've scrimped and scraped to buy
One chance more.
Each week I think I'll gain the prize,
And end my sorrows and my sighs,
For I'll be rich;
Then nevermore I'll eat bread dry,
With icy hands to cry and cry
And stitch and stitch.'
'Tis true she won the premier prize;
It was of formidable size,
Ten million francs.
I know, because the man who sold
It to her splenically told
He got no thanks.
The lucky one was never found,
For she was snugly underground,
And minus breath;
And with that ticket tucked away,
In some old stocking, so they say,
She starved to death.
poem by Robert William Service
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Sun Shine On Me
When I was younger,
I thought I would be a someone,
but that was not to be,
the rains came down,
by a dropp and a drop,
until they just drown me,
placed to me on a different path,
then I thought I should have been,
that is me once again,
wishing on the lottery,
now laughing at my own misery,
can't there be day light,
can't the sun just shine on me,
can someone just love,
this broken hearted fool,
can the sun, just for once be on me,
that would be so cool.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Remember that you are an Englishman, and have consequently won first prize in the lottery of life.
quote by Cecil Rhodes
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Lottery
I have never won the lottery
but if I ever did I'd buy
A lovely little run a round car
something pleasing to my eye
The color of my car would be yellow
it would be nick named The sun
I would drive to all the beaches
having loads of holiday fun
I have never won the lottery
maybe that's because I do not play
but the thought of winning millions
just blows my mind away
By Marie Causey
poem by Marie Causey
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Today I bought two lottery tickets, because I had a feeling that it would be now or never - they were both blanks. So I am not going to be rich after all. Nothing at all to be done about it.
9108
what does 9108 mean?
the day i receive two notes
ending with the same figure
like striking the top prize
of the national lottery
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Shadow of Perfection
heroine falls to the windfall
of no turning back, where brave
always hide the pride
of honor, dismay
yet! humble in the snow drops
of tears
frame me up to
the vintage of hope and capture
my daily emotion wandering
in the valley of life
as windfall touches my
fingers of goals, leaving behind
the window of
lasting hope, I’ll come to rest
pray comes in the
shadow of perfection waiting the
sun glow of respecting moist
on shepherd hands of
the night, letting the bits
to rise thou nothing a new
shine in every morning mist
poem by Antonio Liao
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Stepping Out Queen Part 2
It seems like it must have been something that I said
Something that somebody must have done
This is a song
Its got a whole lot of soul
When I seen you by the way before
In new york city
I think it was on eighth street, right?
Or was it in san francisco, whatever
Always put the first one first
And the second one, second
Come in the garden and look at the flowers
Thats what you were saying, right?
Come in my garden and look at the flowers
We can just sit and talk for hours and hours
Come in my garden, come in my garden
Come in my garden
Come in my, come in my, come in my garden
Come in my, come in my, come in my garden
Come in my garden, come in my garden
Look at the flowers, we can just sit and talk
And feel
As the sun come over the valley
As the sun come over the valley
I believe
I like the way
I like your face from the left side
As you go
As you go stepping out queen
Stepping out queen
Its just a windfall away, its just a windfall away
Its a windfall away
As you, as you, as you, as you go, as you go
Stepping out queen
Let me see you step out
Come on!
As you go steppin out queen
You can promenade
You can promenade
When you step
With a little bit of hip action
You go steppin out queen
Just a little bit of hip for the trip
As you go
Steppin out queen
I said give me a little bit of shoulder slide
Come on
Da, dada, do dodo, do dodo, do dodo, do doooo
Come on baby I just wanna reach out
I wanna reach out and touch you
I dont wanna talk
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do..
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Lottery Monster
Get you purses out ladies
And rattle your cash
Get along to the ticket-booth
Go have a bash;
Your pounds and your pennies
I'm longing to see
I'm the Lottery monster
So listen to me.
The Lottery monster
He has to be fed
He lives on cold cash
Just as you live on bread;
So throw any caution you had
To the wind
Your jackpotted dreams
To six numbers are pinned.
The holiday money
You keep in that tin
Could net you ten million
'Cause SOMEONE must win;
So search out your cash
In your jackets and jeans
Your husband can diet
The kids can eat beans.
Look it isn't a crime
So go on, have a flutter
Never mind that it's needed
For bread and for butter;
Reduce all the chatting
You do on the 'phone
Let the fire go out
And then go get a loan.
See according to all of
The facts and the data
You're bound to start winning...
Sooner or later;
And there's always next week
If your numbers weren't right
But I won't be skint
On a Saturday night.
Written March 1996
poem by John Carter Brown
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A bitter pill implies where I belong
I signed the back of a lottery ticket, filled the name and address clearly.
The night is sleeping but still I am awake in a Gas station to fulfill the boisterous vehicles.
I hear a whisper in my decaying wallet.
'Hey! Dear this is not the winning ticket exactly but a day would be appeared and bring you the lucky chance soon.' The lottery muttered.
After a lazy yawn I speak to myself;
'Nowadays the papers talk much while the poor people shut their mouths as nothing to put in for digest.'
* To Gheorghe Zamfir!
Your divine magical pan flute's notes impress me how to grab the fleeing life?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lucky?
The lottery hit well over 500 million bucks,
And everyone was making plans
As if they'd already got the dough -
Some made lists of unneeded vices,
Others, plans to invest it all
(' 500 million just isn't enough these days ya know! ') -
So many - who mind you hadn't even won yet -
Were quickly showing signs of paranoia,
Plans to move far away, change phone numbers, get lawyers,
security systems, gaurds, and guns!
(' gotta be prepared ya know,
this kinda cash can cause friends to turn on ya! ') -
The day before they lived without a worry.
Then so suddenly, overcome with the emotion of it all
Their fear ran amuck:
' What if strangers call,
asking for a buck? ! '
' How dare the vagrants so bold be,
to ask for even a pittance
from one of such wealth as me? ! '
- Thinking of all that everyone had said,
It sort of went to my head.
So naturally I started to plan,
What if I was that winning man? ... what would I do?
- I'd buy a jet!
...no, I get air sick.
- I'd buy a yacht!
...no, I get sea sick.
- I'd buy a mansion overlooking L.A.!
...no, the smog makes me sick.
Then it hit me, hard and low.
I'm just not cut out to be rich.
... for no matter what, I am simply an average 'Joe'.
Even merely pondering over that kind of gross cash
Gave me a heartfelt fit.
Just the thought of being a wealthy snob
... really does make me sick!
So here, please
Take these lottery tickets back.
I've decided to be content,
Just a sittin' peacefully
Over here on the 'poor' side of the tracks.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Move the goalposts
I have already passed a very difficult fortnight.
Once a fraud through the Cyber, the Euro Million Board announced that I was a lottery winner for Euros Nine Hundred and fifty thousand.
Then later on came an alarm to my life saying it's in a danger nowadays as the stars Mars, Jupiter and Saturn their triangular direct fatal rays rest on my destiny.
And still I am struggling for my vacation.
Finally I realized one thing that the life almost a chain reaction.
The man sleepwalker would never become a Champion in this saucy life's rat race.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I let her know about my windfall
Yes, I have promised you my Cleopatra.
If I win a lottery,
I take you a long trip around the World in three hundred and sixty five days.
Firstly to the Mount Everest and from there to Venice as you like gondolas.
Then straight away to Egypt as I like boating in the river Nile.
And you may be surprise when you see a Mummy in a Cairo Pyramid.
An old festered king; That resembles me.
Now you believe me darling once I told you that I was a king.
But you thought I was almost drunk.
Hey! I won that lottery but they refused to give money
As I do not posses my own identity.
* Sadly I dedicate this poem to the innocent victims and survivors of Onna.
[The Quake may finish off the fading town Onna where there's almost been a death in every house.
-News ]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Down By the Carib Sea
I
Sunrise in the Tropics
Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars
To see thee once more take thy throne.
There the patient palm tree watching
Waits to say, 'Good morn' to thee,
And a throb of expectation
Pulses through the earth and me.
Now, o'er nature falls a hush,
Look! the East is all a-blush;
And a growing crimson crest
Dims the late stars in the west;
Now, a flood of golden light
Sweeps acress the silver night,
Swift the pale moon fades away
Before the light-girt King of Day,
See! the miracle is done!
Once more behold! The Sun!
II
Los Cigarillos
This is the land of the dark-eyed
gente,
Of the
dolce far niente,
Where we dream away
Both the night and day,
At night-time in sleep our dreams we invoke,
Our dreams come by day through the redolent smoke,
As it lazily curls,
And slowly unfurls
From our lips,
And the tips
Of our fragrant cigarillos.
For life in the tropics is only a joke,
So we pass it in dreams, and we pass it in smoke,
Smoke — smoke — smoke.
Tropical constitutions
Call for occasional revolutions;
But after that's through,
Why there's nothing to do
But smoke — smoke;
For life in the tropics is only a joke,
So we pass it in dreams, and we pass it in smoke,
Smoke — smoke — smoke.
III
Teestay
Of tropic sensations, the worst
Is,
sin duda,
the tropical thirst.
When it starts in your throat and constantly grows,
Till you feel that it reaches down to your toes,
When your mouth tastes like fur
And your tongue turns to dust,
There's but one thing to do,
And do it you must,
Drink
teestay.
Teestay, a drink with a history,
A delicious, delectable mystery,
'Cinco centavos el vaso, señor,'
If you take one, you will surely want more.
Teestay, Teestay,
The national drink on a feast day;
How it coolingly tickles,
As downward it trickles,
Teestay, teestay.
And you wish, as you take it down at a quaff,
That your neck was constructed à la giraffe.
Teestay, teestay.
IV
The Lottery Girl
'Lottery, lottery,
Take a chance at the lottery?
Take a ticket,
Or, better, take two;
Who knows what the future
May hold for you?
Lottery, lottery,
Take a chance at the lottery?'
Oh, limpid-eyed girl,
I would take every chance,
If only the prize
Were a love-flashing glance
From your fathomless eyes.
'Lottery, lottery,
Try your luck at the lottery?
Consider the size
Of the capital prize,
And take tickets
For the lottery.
Tickets,
señor?
Tickets,
señor?
Take a chance at the lottery?'
Oh, crimson-lipped girl,
With the magical smile,
I would count that the gamble
Were well worth the while,
Not a chance would I miss,
If only the prize
Were a honey-bee kiss
Gathered in sips
From those full-ripened lips,
And a love-flashing glance
From your eyes.
V
The Dancing Girl
Do you know what it is to dance?
Perhaps, you do know, in a fashion;
But by dancing I mean,
Not what's generally seen,
But dancing of fire and passion,
Of fire and delirious passion.
With a dusky-haired
señorita,
Her dark, misty eyes near your own,
And her scarlet-red mouth,
Like a rose of the south,
The reddest that ever was grown,
So close that you catch
Her quick-panting breath
As across your own face it is blown,
With a sigh, and a moan.
Ah! that is dancing,
As here by the Carib it's known.
Now, whirling and twirling
Like furies we go;
Now, soft and caressing
And sinuously slow;
With an undulating motion,
Like waves on a breeze-kissed ocean:—
And the scarlet-red mouth
Is nearer your own,
And the dark, misty eyes
Still softer have grown.
Ah! that is dancing, that is loving,
As here by the Carib they're known.
VI
Sunset in the Tropics
A silver flash from the sinking sun,
Then a shot of crimson across the sky
That, bursting, lets a thousand colors fly
And riot among the clouds; they run,
Deepening in purple, flaming in gold,
Changing, and opening fold after fold,
Then fading through all of the tints of the rose into gray,
Till, taking quick fright at the coming night,
They rush out down the west,
In hurried quest
Of the fleeing day.
Now above where the tardiest color flares a moment yet,
One point of light, now two, now three are set
To form the starry stairs, —
And, in her fire-fly crown,
Queen Night, on velvet slippered feet, comes softly down.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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another world
my castaway sweet
the ants' windfall
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Wishing long live the butterflys
Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly
poem by Fading Heart
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I'd Rather Be Loose
I'd rather be loose,
Than to run
From one who's come undone...
Because their number one,
Finds them to be no fun!
I'd rather be a goose,
Than become
Abused and used by the one...
To be a fool played like some.
Losing their pride, speech and tongue.
I'm not going to be noosed,
Like a moose...
Afraid that someone will shoot,
If I stop jumping through hoops!
Like they'd choose me to do.
Oh no...
That's not my purpose or my destiny!
Oh no...
That's not the life I know is meant for me!
Oh no...
I'm not going to gamble on the lottery,
To be free...
Of those headaches I don't need.
I'd rather be loose,
Than to run
From one who's come undone...
Because their number one,
Finds them to be no fun!
Oh no...
That's not my purpose or my destiny!
Oh no...
That's not the life I know is meant for me!
Oh no...
I'm not going to gamble on the lottery,
To be free...
Of those headaches I don't need.
Oh no...
That's not my purpose or my destiny!
Oh no...
That's not the life I know is meant for me!
Oh no...
I'm not going to gamble on the lottery,
To be free...
Of those headaches I don't need.
I'm not going to be noosed,
Like a moose...
Afraid that someone will shoot,
If I stop jumping through hoops!
Like they'd choose me to do.
Not me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is commonly observed that a sudden wealth, like a prize drawn in a lottery or a large bequest to a poor family, does not permanently enrich. They have served no apprenticeship to wealth, and with the rapid wealth come rapid claims which they do not know how to deny, and the treasure is quickly dissipated.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Mystery of the Mind Poem - The Mind reveals secrets to me
i looked at
the two notes
and as soon as
i wanted to put
them into my wallet
my mind nudged me
to reexamine them
as there were something
unique about them
'what? are you talking again? '
it hummed a sigh in me
i took several looks
'what? another look?
arent they just similar
two dollar notes? '
he nudged again
'well, it can only be the numbers'
i added them up and came
to the same figure
'well next time give me
the a prize number
of a national lottery draw? '
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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