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A Gangster's Lament- Do whack a Do

Before I turn out the light,
Before the next nightmare begins,
I think of bones
The condition of my sins.

I see nightclubs where I've been,
Like sheep before I sleep,
Heists, hits, mayhem,
Kids and widows weep.

Wise guys gambling in the back,
Bodies in the trunk of a Cadillac.

My life is like a casino,
Where the wheel of fortune spins,
Odds stacked against me,
Only the casino wins.

Tomorrow I go to prison,
They say for the rest of my life,
I say till I find a crooked guard
Who can smuggle me a knife.

poem by Richard Jarboe
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The Casino

Casino is the place when one is robbed the other celebrates,
Money and money is seen everywhere,
Cards smoke and alcohol can be named casino,
Which is lightened everyday.
Is it like life?
One day we are also happy the other day gloominess surrounds us,
We are also running after money, same as casino,
Betrayal, deceive is what life nowadays is named,
Due to which no light is left.
But, the truth remains the same,
Like in casino, the owner, the creator never loses they always win.

poem by Sambidhan Acharya
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Casino Queen

Well the money's pouring down and the people all look down,
And it's floating out of town
I hit the second deck and I spend my paycheck,
And my wife that I just met, she's looking like a wreck
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
I always bet on black, blackjack,
I'll pay you back
The room fills with smoke and I'm already broke,
And the dealer keeps on joking as he takes my last token
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green

song performed by by Wilco
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Fishing Can Be A Dynamic Communion

Fishing is an apparently simple experience
that swiftly transforms into life dynamic communion
appreciation of water lit nature with the rush
of a gambler about to beat stacked odds in casino.

There are famed fishermen who mount fish upon walls.
There are famed gamblers who break cause casino to fall.
There are famed disciples who left fish became wise fishers of men.
There are faithful honest unknown believers going to heaven. Amen.

First stanza inspired by ‘I Love To Go Fishing’ by Juan Olivarez.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Triple Diamonds

When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.

Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,

Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.

At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,

on that machine I prayed and I prayed,

for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.

Seconds later the machine did spit out,

all bright colors and noise really loud

making everyone in their chairs turn about.

I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,

see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.

That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,

getting it from the place that looks like a cage.

Now I wanted to take the next bus home,

and just leave Chucky all alone.

For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,

well I stayed I won more than alot.

I won back more money than Chucky won before,

but I wished it was all in one big fat score.

Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,

with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.

Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Triple Diamonds

When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.

Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,

Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.

At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,

on that machine I prayed and I prayed,

for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.

Seconds later the machine did spit out,

all bright colors and noise really loud

making everyone in their chairs turn about.

I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,

see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.

That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,

getting it from the place that looks like a cage.

Now I wanted to take the next bus home,

and just leave Chucky all alone.

For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,

well I stayed I won more than alot.

I won back more money than Chucky won before,

but I wished it was all in one big fat score.

Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,

with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.

Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise

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poem by Christina Sunrise
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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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Cadillac

I dont want no cadillac
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
One I got gonna take it back
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Came out the house early this mornin
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Old cadillac dont give me no warnin
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Ooh, ooh, cadillac
Cadillac
Looked in the trunk and there werent no jack
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Im gonna take this cadillac back
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Oh, willy and lilly came walkin up the street
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Well, give me a wink makin fun of me
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Go, ooh, cadillac
Cadillac
(ow!)
Go, ooh, cadillac
Cadillac
Hopped in the car but the car wouldnt start
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Cadillac is breakin my heart
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Got it started put it into drive
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
Wilder than the baby by my side
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c
(ow!)
Go, ooh, cadillac
Cadillac
Go, go
Go, ooh, cadillac
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, ooh, cadillac
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, oh, cadillac

song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Big Wheel

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Well, I was only a kid -- didnt know enough to be afraid
Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played
Nothing to lose -- maybe I had something to trade
The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade
I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made
Take no chances on paradise delayed
So I do a slow fade
Playing for time
Dont want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance
Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance
I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance
The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance
Going for broke, going for another chance
Hoping for heaven -- hoping for a fine romance
If I do the right dance
Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith
Taking your chances youll have the right answers
When the final judgment begins
Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate
Life redirected in ways unexpected
Sometimes the odd number wins
The way the big wheel spins

song performed by by Rush
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Vibrating casino

Cash are over, We had lots of coin.
Parties are full of perverts, got gambling to join.
Beautiful blondes, give dash when we make a cash.
No wonder, no surprise, when we fight and smash.
Wealthy, worthy, would wish to dance on music of piano.
Oh come on, buddy, get your ticket to vibrating casino.

Hot beaches, no beloved we lastly went to Morocco.
Get glance, Show smart, Stop matching Soduko.
He Teddy, bro buddy, your deadlock seems really cool.
No dude, nothing nude, i promise you wont be fool.
Take tuxedo, be bond, not to worry about the killing tornado.
Get tickets, cool sic lets, Vegas incepted a brand new vibrating casino.

We just don't wanna be in Mauritius neither Rome.
Its time to visit Vegas, Are you coming or going home?
Oh, i slept last night, till this earth completed rotation
Red coins on hand, money all over with me making flotation.
Thy listen Marley, read Shakespeare, and watch Dany divido.
Come on, get up, let's be there, nowhere but in vibrating Casino.

poem by Diplove gautam
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Playing solo

Every time that I visit
a casino
the sign admission restricted
catches my eye.

It’s better to play blackjack alone
against the table and the house,
to avoid other players
that can be seen
as a team of card counters.

Still better sometimes
not to press your luck
when you start winning,
even if it’s the only game
where you can beat the odds
by using your own intelligence.

I watch the unseen eye
of the camera
that like big brother
gazes at me
and make as if
it isn’t there

and play the game
in a way
that the casino
does not consider fair.

Although there is nothing
wrong in being bright
and sometimes
just for the hell of it

I will stare up
into the camera
and wonder what
they think
on the other side?

poem by Gert Strydom
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Flights of Imagination

They scatter allusively then gather once more in a flock.
Lady Fortune's wheel spins and spins;
She scoffs and mocks and grins.
Fate is dead.
Twirls her ribbon, bloody red overhead like a lasso.
Running
Running
And the light has yet to catch us.
Running
Find the shadows where we can laugh.
Find the mouth of a mine shaft where psych's learn because fantasy sweetly ferments.
Then it churns.
Like knocking back a glass of ‘what's it called'
That burns the good burn and warms the belly.
Drop down, stop, shock, turn the brain to jelly.
Where we can laugh to catch a breath and leave off sighing.
To be abysmal, not stern.
Calm with life.
Running
Where we can laugh
Burning chaff
Where the light has yet to catch us.

poem by Brian Arguello
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A Circle And A Zero

A circle and a zero
Mistaken for each other
Taunt my mind for once
And I try to flee from them.

A circle has a unique face
And a zero has many.
The wise have ever proclaimed
As they have had to say something.

In a white paper, I draw a circle
But it looks like a zero.
When I attempt the latter,
The former fades away!

I run in a circle of odds
As many a zero chases me from behind.
I sleep under a circling wheel
And the nightmare of zeroes begins to haunt me.

Who are you both gentle images?
Why are you like twins identical?
May I ask you both just once?
What do you want to do with each other?

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Casablanca

Hiding in the shadows-
Are The Casino's
Painting a Neon Desert Sight
...In search of that
...Proverbial 'Pot O' Gold'
Come the rainbow seekers
Towards glittered lights.
It's a Gamblers Paradise,
...Money Throwers-
A Utopia for Risk takers -
With its cha-chinging -
...Background Ambience -
And the Corporate Money Makers! !
Casting a lure, into the bright lights -
...Where green paper
...Burns its holes
In the pockets of the slot addicted
The inner core of the Gamblers Soul!
Black Jack and Roulette -
...Craps, a roll of the dice -
...Place your bet on numbers
It's just a mild sort of vice...? ?
For, it is a fact of life -
That the House most always wins -
...Leaving some of the loosers -
...Bankrupt and in despair -
And The Casino Owners, With Big Grins!

poem by Theodora Onken
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Low Life

Fatal fascination for the seedy part of town
Walk down the street and your head spins round
Dont be seen alone without your friends at night
Take a gun or a knife to the low life
Dont have to be born into this society
Pay for love but the hate comes free
Bring enough money for the rest of your life
Dont bring your wife to the low life
Bringing us there to the degredation
Always keep your back to the wall
No rewards for your infatuation
Low life
No life at all
Yeah, low life, low life
In here to long to be afraid anymore
You cant reach the bed so you sleep on the floor
You get so stoned you think you could fly
But you wont get high on the low life
Low life, low life
Low life, low life
Low life, low life
Low life, low life

song performed by by Sting
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Peekaboo: Three Songs For The Nursery

The longer thou livest, the more fool thou.

I

Go hide! Go hide! But through the latticework
Of my upraised bone hands
I see athlete and statesman, priest and clerk
Step forth as deodands.

Risking more than they know of life and limb
In playing Peekaboo—
Whose happiest chances couldn’t be called “slim”—
I’ve tagged each: ICU

II

Cry; baby, cry!
You’ve got two reasons why.
The first is being born at all:
The second, my peremptory call.
Cry; baby, cry!

Weep, baby, weep!
No solaces in sleep.
Nightmare will ruin your repose
And daylight resurrect your woes.
Weep, baby, weep!

III

Bah, bah, black sheep, you supply the needs
Plaguing mourners: stylish widows’ weeds.
Haute couture for all the fashion shows.
Black is the color of my true love’s clothes.

poem by Anthony Evan Hecht
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Sleep song.....loo-li loo-li lai laee......

Lay down your soul
here, I sing you a lullaby
the days we lived through
will be sure a mystery

will sing you to sleep
will sing you tomorrow
till the day I hold my breathe
my song will guide you, to the world that you go....

May you sleep well
with no more pains from now
with flowers and scents
let me make you divine and new

for you, there waits a new world
filled always with fortune
may you be loved
by all those you meet....

Will always wait for you in dreams
for asking whats new
to share the fun you had in your day

here take my love and tears
which is freezed like a crystal for you
it will guide you under darkness, while you walk your way....

I know your standing with tears
don't weep Iam always your's
soon you will find me there
in the world, where you going to live

As my punishment for life
will be reciting your favourite tales
now fall off to sleep
my dear little child......

Inspiration - Sleep song tone

Dedicated to all kids who lost their life in miserable ways.....accidents, illness, poverty and so on....guess, this will be one of their sleep song from their mother.....love sebastine

poem by Sebastine Humaemo
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Low Life

Words and music by Sting
Fatal fascination for the seedy part of town
Walk down the street and your head spins round
Don't be seen alone without your friends at night
Take a gun or a knife to the low life
Don't have to be born into this society
Pay for love but the hate comes free
Bring enough money for the rest of your life
Don't bring your wife to the low life
Bringing us there to their vocation [? should be: the degredation]
Always keep your back to the wall
No rewards for your infatuation
Low life
No life at all
Yeah, low life, low life
In here to long to be afraid anymore
You can't reach the bed so you sleep on the floor
You get so stoned you think you could fly
But you won't get high on the low life
Low life....
(ad lib vocals to fade

song performed by by Police
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There But For The Grace Of God

An anthem to the human condition
Lead vocal: john miles
What kind of madness rule the world today
What earthly reason holding sway
There is no heaven at all
For some may weep
And some may sleep
While some may rise
And some may fall
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go i
Go i
And so we live in lives of fantasy
And dream of dreams that hold the key
And we follow like sheep
We thread the path
That leads to thee
We seek the soul that is not ours to keep
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go i
Go i

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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One Thirty-six A.m.

I laugh sometimes when I think about
say
Céline at a typewriter
or Dostoevsky...
or Hamsun...
ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,
ordinary men with hair on their heads
sitting there typing words
while having difficulties with life
while being puzzled almost to madness.

Dostoevsky gets up
he leaves the machine to piss,
comes back
drinks a glass of milk and thinks about
the casino and
the roulette wheel.

Céline stops, gets up, walks to the
window, looks out, thinks, my last patient
died today, I won't have to make any more
visits there.
when I saw him last
he paid his doctor bill;
it's those who don't pay their bills,
they live on and on.
Céline walks back, sits down at the
machine
is still for a good two minutes
then begins to type.

Hamsun stands over his machine thinking,
I wonder if they are going to believe
all these things I write?
he sits down, begins to type.
he doesn't know what a writer's block
is:
he's a prolific son-of-a-bitch
damn near as magnificent as
the sun.
he types away.

and I laugh
not out loud
but all up and down these walls, these
dirty yellow and blue walls
my white cat asleep on the
table
hiding his eyes from the
light.

he's not alone tonight
and neither am
I.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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As The Sun Begins To Set

Beyond the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set,
my heart aches to return home,
but my destiny is to endlessly roam.
I left home to seek
my fortune and fame,
but fortune lead me
into the devils game.
I became a gambler,
a player with chance
with a crooked deck to hide
to have the odds in my favour
so I could never lose.
For every gambler
lady luck sometimes deserts
and my reward for her abandonment
is an eight by ten cell.
The chain gang is a bitter life;
the calluses on my hands are many.
The days that I am here
stretch all through the night.
So when I see the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set
my heart aches for a place
I will never see again.

26 August 2008

poem by David Harris
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