Gather Stashed Chips up
Gather stashed chips up while you may,
Time’s chimes tick tocsin flying
luck that still sees the light today
Chance soon turns, boon denying.
Rich stake once lost may not return
to line stitch pocket, betting
is fun when winning, luck may turn
loss apple-cart upsetting.
That win's best blessed which scorns greed's thirst,
when Chance has sped, choice rash is,
when dispossessed, blood vessels burst,
and Fortune flies, buys crashes !
For dreams of break the bank sublime
too often must miscarry
as wishful-thinking pantomime
can’t self-destruction parry.
Can’t conjur back bright bonus pay,
pay off revolving debit,
nor save, however hard you pray,
nor loud expletives edit.
A million dollars bank has lent
soon's spent, fate's icy finger
may assets freeze, naught left for rent,
once unstuck, luck won't linger.
Cheque double-checked may draw a blank
earmarked 'return to sender'
foreclosing home, high status, rank,
caught, court case sentence render.
Bonanzas, difficult to earn,
anticipations whetting,
when pastures green fates fickle spurn
prove mirage, best forgetting.
Leave in the black, not red immersed,
when tables turn what flashes
can compensate for cash reversed,
bland banker’s forty lashes?
Game end, be coy, spend well swift time,
do not at table tarry,
wins quick enjoy – or not a dime
is left – obliged to marry !
30 July 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Take Your Profits
Quick! Take your profits while you may
on shares today high flying,
rare heights beware, lest, oh despair!
tomorrow sees scared sighing.
Stock indices rise like the sun,
the higher they're a-getting,
the sooner is sharp fall begun,
and then farewell to betting.
Since all time lows stockmarkets soared,
thanks to new ‘cash for clunkers’,
when re-employment is off-shored,
who’ll hide in gilt-edged bunkers?
Beware mad Madoff Ponzi schemes
as global crisis deepens,
which threaten true American dreams
as housing value cheapens.
Once caught on hop when prices drop
investors need be nifty,
to foreclosed shop turns mirage crop -
stay healthy and stay thrifty!
Beware Banks which two centuries
have boomed through bankrupt backing
exposure which turned mirage tease
with refinancing lacking.
When toxic loans come home to roost
who'll chicken out? the sanest!
for debt repayments bank on boost
for tax increases plainest.
Take rapid turn lest bridges burn
and melt down mark-up merry,
for salad days may not return,
and Charon waits with ferry.
Though dead cats bounce, the large amounts
at stake aren’t worth the candle
when every ounce of cash that counts
cannot provide true handle.
That option’s best that loss cuts first,
sight clear and reason colder,
the acid test when bubbles burst –
survivor’s not the bolder!
Stay somewhat coy, enjoy life, Time
enacts its tribute, parry
Fate’s base alloy, hedge hard-earned dime,
Stocks, tumbling, seldom tarry.
The risks increase with each percent,
but greed all fears forgetting,
may tempt – green money has no scent –
beware red fall’s bloodletting...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Good Run Of Bad Luck
A high roller even when the chips are down
To win her over, Id seen the tables turn around
Shes ten the hard way, I can feel it in my bones
Shell be makin my day and not another night alone
til its time for a windfall and not a single moment too soon
Ive been too long overdue, now Im gonna shoot the moon
Id bet it all on a good run of bad luck
Seven come eleven and she could be mine
Luck be a lady, and Im gonna find love comin on the bottom line
Ive been to the table, and Ive lost it all before
Im willin and able, always comin back for more
Squeezin out a thin dime til theres no one hanging on my arm
Ive gambled on a third time, a fool will tell you its a charm
If Im bettin on a loser, Im gonna have a devil to pay
But its the only game I know to play, it doesnt matter anyway
Repeat chorus twice
song performed by by Clint Black
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Better Luck Next Time
Black is for the nighttime
Preys upon the day
Red is for the blood that flows like rivers in our veins
Gray is for betrayal
What you did to me
White is for the blinding light
That I know Ill never see, know Ill never see
Found you in the gutter
You needed tenderness
I gave you everything I had
I gave you all my trust
Handed out so neatly
Caught me in your trap
When I needed you the most
You stab me in the back, stab me in the back
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
If you do it once therell never be a second time
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
Find somebody else, youre never gonna be mine
How do you find the nerve
To lie right to me face
How do you find the nerve
Black is for the nighttime
Preys upon the day
Red is for the blood that flows like rivers in our veins
I try and find excuses
For what you did to me
Cant forget that burning rage
When I wake up thinking of your face
For the blinding swiftness of revenge
That I know Ill never see, know Ill never see
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
If you do it once therell never be a second time
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
Find somebody else, youre never gonna be mine
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
How do you find the nerve
To lie right to me face
How did you find the nerve
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Hard Luck Story
Dont ask me to love my neighbour
Cause I dont love the man
Dont ask me for my favours
I wont lend a hand
And if I had real power
Then I could disappear
Wouldnt have to be around you
Id sink into the atmosphere
Then I wouldnt hear
Your hard luck story
Its a hard luck, a hard luck story
Dont ask me to tip the waiter
For he is underhand
I can tell he is a woman hater
And he is a nasty man
Within reach lies all desire
For each and every soul
Stripped bare and stretching higher
You fall into the last balck hole
To end your hard
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Dont ask me to pray to jesus
Ive never met the man
I only meet weekend preachers
Pictures of the promised land
All the new holy saviours
Who pretend to understand
Who do you think will save you
Modern day beggar man
Such a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its such a hard
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Dont ask me to love my neighbour
Dont ask me to tip the waiter
Dont ask me to pray to jesus
He picked his time to leave us
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck story
Hard luck story
song performed by by Men At Work
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With A Little Luck
With a little luck, we can help it out.
We can make this whole damn thing work out.
With a little love, we can lay it down.
Cant you feel the town exploding?
There is no end to what we can do together.
There is no end, there is no end.
The wiliow turns his back on inclement weather;
And if he can do it, we can do it, just me and you,
And a little luck, we can clear it up.
We can bring it in for a landing,
With a little luck, we can turn it on.
There can be no misunderstanding.
There is no end to what we can do together.
There is no end, there is no end.
The willow turns his back on inclement weather;
We can do it, just me and you.
With a little push, we could set it off.
We can send it rocketing skywards.
With a little love, we could shake it up.
Dont you feel the comet exploding?
With a little luck.
With a little luck.
With a little luck, a little luck, a little luck.
With a little luck.
With a little luck.
With a little luck, a little luck, a little luck.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Wheel of Fortune
We spin the wheel of fortune,
never knowing where it might stop,
or how our live will feel its effect.
Whether it be love, money or luck.
We leave fate to guide us
to wherever that might be.
We can only hope that lady luck
will stand beside us,
as we play the game of chance.
(1 July 2007)
poem by David Harris
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A Journey of a £20 Note
Crisp and fresh at the start of my journey
I come at a price your have to earn me
Stored in the bank then im disbursed
Through a hole in the wall and straight in your purse
No time to rest im changing hands
And into the shops till im slammed
Shut away with familiar faces
When im exchanged, another replaces
Stuffed into the pocket of a strangers jeans
Unscruffed and straightened then stuffed in a machine
In I go, pushed in at an angle
Used and abused for the sake of a gamble
Left in the dark, then out a few of us springs
Me and another Is what this smirking man wins
Lead away but not very far
Handed over for a round of drinks at the bar
Before I could rest I was exchanged again
placed on a table with to creepy old men
I hoped I wouldn't be stopped here long
The men got excited and I was slipped in a thong
After the show I was pulled out from below
Rolled into a tube that she put in her nose
Then I was placed into the palm of a shady chap
That folded me in half and passed the girl a wrap
Added to a stack were we all looked the same
On a green table in a high stake card game
I reached the biggest pile and the player made a fuss
Cause he just won me and many more in a bluff
Swept us off the table in a black brief case
Next thing I knew I was transferred into a safe
Get a chance to rest till the next cycle that I make
don't love me to much though or your be tempting fate
Im the cause of your greed, gluttony, envy and lust
But you still desire me cause I am a must
poem by Nic Hillen
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The Bushman’s Lullaby
Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack,
It must be fresher outside;
The long hot day is well nigh done;
It’s a chance if I see another one;
I should like to look on the setting sun,
And the water, cool and wide.
We didn’t think it would be like this
Last week, as we rode together;
True mates we’ve been in this far land
For many a year, since Devon’s strand
We left for these wastes of sun-scorched sand
In the blessed English weather.
We left, when the leafy lanes were green
And the trees met overhead,
The rippling brooks ran clear and gay,
The air was sweet with the scent of hay,
How well I remember the very day
And the words my mother said!
We have toiled and striven, and fought it out
Under the hard blue sky,
Where the plains glowed red in tremulous light,
Where the haunting mirage mocked the sight
Of desperate men from morn till night,
And the streams had long been dry.
Where we dug for gold on the mountain side,
Where the ice-fed river ran;
In frost and blast, through fire and snow,
Where an Englishman could live and go,
We’ve followed our luck for weal or woe,
And never asked help from man.
And now it’s over, it’s hard to die
Ere the summer of life is o’er,
When the pulse is high and the limbs are stark,
Ere time has printed one warning mark,
To quit the light for the unknown dark,
And, home! to see home no more.
No more! no more! I that always vowed
That, whether or rich or poor,
Whatever the years might bring or change,
I would one day stand by the grey old grange,
And the children would gather, all shy and strange,
As I entered the well-known door.
You will go home to the old place, Jack;
Then tell my mother, for me,
That I thought of the words she used to say,
Her looks, her tones, as I dying lay,
That I prayed to God, as I used to pray
When I knelt beside her knee.
* * * * * *
By the lonely water they made their couch
And the southern night fast fled,
They heard the wildfowl splash and cry,
They heard the mourning reeds’ low sigh.
Such was the Bushman’s lullaby,—
With the dawn his soul was sped.
poem by Rolf Boldrewood
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Celebrate The News
Hello
My luck was so bad
I thought I used up all the luck I had
Everytime I thought I'd get it on
Someone put me on
There's been a change
Beautiful and strange
My life's gone through a change
Somehow I know (somehow I know)
Bad luck's in the past
All good things here at last
So now we'll grow
There's been a change
Mmmmm
Bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
I got news for you
There ain't no blues
I got news for you
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
I got news for you
There ain't no blues
I got news for you
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
I got news for you
There ain't no blues
I got news for you
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
Listen to the boys loud and clear
Come on folks withstand you fears
Sail away the choice is yours you choose
Celebrate the news
There ain't no blues
Come on, come on, come on
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Never, Ever And Luck
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prayers are answered
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How the Moments Come
Strange.
Strange how the moments come;
Those moments upon which one’s world turns.
Some seeming insignificances - pure coincidences:
Chance at its most mercurial
Dealing hands which break the bank or bust,
Or less a case of ‘Lady Luck’
Than life’s ‘Savings & Loans’
Finally coming good for work-weary bones.
All moments could be of the former form
Or just as likely the latter,
Or maybe ‘fate’ or the finger of God
Seeking a dividend on his investment divine.
So where do you and I stand on probability and providence…?
Me? Well, I wouldn’t bet against ‘chance’ –
Let’s face it, it’s an odds-on favourite!
And though the justice the world metes out
Falls far short of fairness for all,
Generally the books seem to balance.
… But fate? .. Fate I can’t fathom.
Maybe I’m too mechanical,
Too straight-laced, too stupid
Or just too plain rational,
But for me fate flies full in the face of free will –
Presumes I’m powerless - my preferences pointless:
So I don’t ‘buy’it.
[Sly thought: if fate existed, it would have to be free –
After all, who would buy fait-accompli? ! ]
Unless, of course, fate really is
Nothing more than holding by chance a ‘Royal Flush’ in hearts, or
Nothing less than deity dealing your cards.
poem by Tony Jolley
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Turn Around
Jimmy saw the sun chase away the night
It was a quarter past seven
His body warm like the morning light
Had to be in school by eleven
He told himself what they had done to him
That's why Jimmy never felt real sad
If only someone could have lent a hand
Things would have never turned out so bad
Who knows why black flies just live for one day
Who knows why
Hey turn around
It's time to wake up and go back to tell the story
Hey turn around
It's time to wake up and go back to tell the story now
Always sat alone in the back of the class
Because no one would take him
Today he stood in front of the rest
His hands were shaking
Who could have known what Jimmy thought
Never had a chance to speak his words out loud
The flies were burning in his head till
Jimmy let them all out
Who knows why black flies just live for one day
Who knows why
Hey turn around
It's time to wake up and go back to tell the story
Hey turn around
It's time to wake up and go back to tell the story now
It didn't pay to make fun of him
Too late to say
song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
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I Got Caught
I ‘'borrowed'' some money from my bank,
Around a million bucks,
Now I'm languishing in the pen,
The financial system sucks.
I only did what others do,
That was to speculate,
I would have paid it back to them,
But the judge said that didn't equate.
I told her I was innocent,
It was just a bit of fun,
She asked me if that was the case,
Why did I need a gun.
I said I'd never have used it,
It was purely used for fright,
For when they seen my weapon,
They'd maybe see the light.
While I only stole a million,
The bosses steal more than me,
Yet none of them are by my side,
They're all out there bloody free.
If only they had not refused,
When I asked them for a loan,
They told me I had no chance,
It's like getting blood from a stone.
Just like them I helped myself,
Yet mine is classed as crime,
While the bankers rob us blind,
I'm in here doing time.
So the moral of this story is,
If you're going to rob a bank,
Make sure you get the managers job,
Then the police you can outflank.
While they're allowed to help themselves,
With no need to feel distraught,
The banker and me are so alike,
The difference is,
‘'I Got Caught''
Work!
Work or no luck
If you don't have work
You get killed sitting still
Work or no luck
If you have too much work
You get killed struggling still
Work or no luck
If you finish fast
You get killed killing time
Work or no luck
If you don't finish on time
You get finished on time
Work or no luck
If you do well
You get recognized well
Work or no luck
If you do not do well
You get the pink paper wall
Work or no luck
If you are organized
You finish it on time
Work or no luck
If you are disorganized
You get finished on time
Work or no luck
If you are interested
Toughest becomes easy
Work or no luck
If you are not interested
Easiest thing becomes toughest
Work or no luck
If you are carving
You keep doing it great
Work or no luck
If you are not carving
You keep doing it a trait
Work or no luck
If you have work
You have luck
Work or no luck
If you have work
Still nothing to do
You have no luck
That's the fate of
Work or luck! ! ! !
poem by Umasree Raghunath
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Is Success A Luck? ? ?
Success is not always a chance or a luck
It cannot be purchased with some buck
But hard work and determination my dear
Is the basic cause that'll take its care
And win good fortune just for you
And bring you success in flying hues
Because there are the symbol in life
Of healthy mind and thoughts that survive
So whenever you choose your life's aim
Or enter in some life's new game
Just remember in God you must have trust
Besides working hard to break nutty crust
Because hard work is what you need
Along with strengthening and determination's deed
Because success is not always chance or luck
And it cannot be just purchased with some buck.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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What’s Luck?
Luck is something that comes, not so often;
Luck is an occurrence in life, quite rare;
Luck’s unpredictable phenomenon;
Luck is a devil that is rarely kind!
Luck’s the last thing one should ev’r depend on;
Luck cannot simply come to all always;
Luck can’t work magic without labor hard;
Luck is futile if basic things aren’t done.
Luck is a make-up that needs a good face;
Luck’s a pretty dame with contours and shape;
Luck is an element of great surprise;
Luck is not the usual way, world goes by!
Luck is the decoration on a cake;
Luck’s a factor that clicks for some at times;
Luck isn’t the first thing, we trust any time;
Perseverance is key to success prime.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-23-2009
poem by John Celes
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One More Chance
(michael masser/gerry goffin)
Feel like a fool
Not realizing all the value you had
I took a happy ending and made it sad
The day I walked away and left you alone
With hardly an explanation
You stood on your own
And handled the situation
And showed to me
How understanding you could be
Now Im alone
Looking back at all the years that we shared
Thinking of the pain you should have been spared
Afraid to ask forgiveness
But where can I go
Theres no one else to turn to
I still have my pride
But now its time to learn to cast it aside
And come to you with honesty
Give me just one more chance
Such a simple thing Im asking for
Just one more chance
It would be a shame to close the door to
One more chance
Isnt that what we pray each night for?
One more chance
Isnt that what were fighting for?
Why throw away a love that needs one more chance
Now Im afraid that after all Ive said
Youll still turn me down and youll smile
And say Ill see you around
But remember that you still have a choice
And I hope and pray youll make it
Youll think of my heart
And you wont wanna break it
And Ill prove to you the kind of lady I can be
Give me just one more chance
Such a simple thing Im asking for
Just one more chance
It would be a shame to close the door to
One more chance
Isnt that what we pray each night for?
One more chance
Isnt that what were fighting for?
One more chance
Dont you know that we belong together
One more chance
Now I really need you more than ever
One more chance
You and I can really make it baby
One more chance
All you have do is say the words to
One more chance
One more
One more chance
One more chance
song performed by by Diana Ross
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London Luck & Love
Walking in time to the ringing bell
Waterstained where the raindrops fell
On an island of green in a city sea
And traffic-sound breakers roll in to me
I never thought l'd be up this morning
But london is calling to me
And i never thought that i'd find somebody
Never be caught so easily
London luck, & love
What else could l be dreaming of
The place, the chance, the feeling of
London luck, & love
What else could i be dreaming of
London and love were in your eyes
& luck cause the moment we realized
That mornings are better spent in bed
And some things are better left unsaid
I never felt so close so quickly
cause no one gets this close to me
L never thought that l'd find somebody
& never be caught so easily
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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London Luck Love
Walking in time to the ringing bell
Waterstained where the raindrops fell
On an island of green in a city sea
And traffic-sound breakers roll in to me
I never thought ld be up this morning
But london is calling to me
And I never thought that Id find somebody
Never be caught so easily
London luck, & love
What else could l be dreaming of
The place, the chance, the feeling of
London luck, & love
What else could I be dreaming of
London and love were in your eyes
& luck cause the moment we realized
That mornings are better spent in bed
And some things are better left unsaid
I never felt so close so quickly
cause no one gets this close to me
L never thought that ld find somebody
& never be caught so easily
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Lady Luck
Lady Luck
Here I am on time
Proppin' up the bar
with a glass of wine
Friday night
and I'm all spruced up and fine
I ain't goin' nowhere
Lady Luck
Why don't you pull up a chair
And bring your shine right wisdom
Darlin' over here
Your Gaelic humor
And your pious smile
All the cats'll be laugin' tonight
Now you may say it's a funny old world
You may say that the game ain't fair
Is there a plot or do you improvise
Or maybe you don't even care
Lady Luck
Ain't you the fickle kind
Why are some folks lucky
While the rest are tryin'
You keep on playin'
It's still a mystery
You're laced with a touch
of inconsistancy
So why don't you give us all a break
Make us all rich healthy and fine
Five months holidays and a four hour week
And a horse that wins all the time
Lady Luck
Hear the mandolins
Kind of makes you wonder
How it might have been
There go all
The funny place I've got
Back on the street again
Lady Luck
Yeah, it's late I know
Allow me to buy you one more folderol
And tell me something
I've been longin' to hear
It's gotta get better next year
'Cause I've seen some rainy days
My wedding suits are frayed and torn
But now the sun comes shining through
I've cried in my beer too long
Lady Luck, Lady Luck
Don't push me over
When I can't stand up, oh yeah
Sure it's a funny old world
Sure it's a funny old world
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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