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Martie

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0 posted 2002-05-07 09:04 PM

(Hi all...this story has been told in prose and in poetry...because I just like it, here I do it again...thanks Dave)

Lady Luck and the Gambler

She could make a gambler win,
she could…
and she could dance,
beauty was in the
rhythm of her legs,
her legs mooooved, yes.

She was her disguise
of sweet young thing,
a pony-tail, the perfect ploy
and she felt the sweet heat
that pulled her
to a gambler’s heart.

She was Lady Luck.

The casino didn’t sleep,
it had no mask,
it was a living breathing thing.
Its organs the slot machines
and gaming tables,
its blood, the people
who played.
Accouterments of hope
where she stood and watched
so many mixed and muted hearts.

Some old and dressed
in yellow polyester,
some young, clean shaven
and fragrant with optimism.
They wore tight pants
with stiletto heels
or were pock-marked by youth
and disillusioned by love.

One night she was drawn
to an elderly lady
in navy blue
with a lace collar
and the smell of Gardenias.
A bun dotted the top of her head
and her past was written
in the lines etched across her face.
Roads of passion,
sadness and disappointment,
and many pathways to wisdom.
She clutched a bucket of quarters.

Oh, dear,
I seem to have lost my machine
she said.
Lady luck had a machine for her
she did,
where she deposited,
one, two then three quarters
and pushed the button.

She could make a gambler win,
she could…
and she could dance,
beauty was in the
rhythm of her legs,
her legs mooooved, yes.

She was Lady Luck.

Then she was pulled across the room,
he was tall and blond,
more than "sweet heat",
she inched up to his beige Dockers pants
and button-down shirt
to his slender, tucked in firmness,
the hairs on her arms yearning in his direction,
like some kind of electrical charge,
and when he turned his blue gaze at her
she tossed her heart at him
and whispered into his ear,
ante up baby
you are about to win.

She could make a gambler win,
she could…
and she could dance,
beauty was in the
rhythm of her legs,
her legs mooooved, yes.

She was Lady Luck.

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1 posted 2002-05-07 09:05 PM

Story - poem - a gambler's song...where's Kenny when we need him?

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2 posted 2002-05-07 09:09 PM

From your preface, I was thinking you meant this was a repost. I've never seen it and am very glad I did. I love the way you weave the language, the scenes and the way people are captivated by the lure of Lady Luck. Great read!

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I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

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3 posted 2002-05-07 09:11 PM

This is wonderful!!! Challenge well met!!

Martie

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4 posted 2002-05-07 09:12 PM

Sunshine hi to you and thanks. Virginia, it is a repost, yes..thanks..so glad you enjoyed.

Martie

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5 posted 2002-05-07 09:14 PM

Sharon--Thanks, I missed you as you were posting as I was..thank you. I love stories!

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6 posted 2002-05-07 09:21 PM

Then she was pulled across the room,
he was tall and blond,
more than "sweet heat",
she inched up to his beige Dockers pants
and button-down shirt
to his slender, tucked in firmness,
the hairs on her arms yearning in his direction,
like some kind of electrical charge,
and when he turned his blue gaze at her
she tossed her heart at him
and whispered into his ear,
ante up baby
you are about to win.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh Martie! What a way cool story! WOW!
Love it! Challenge well met.
~Hugs~

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7 posted 2002-05-07 09:35 PM

Martie - This is awesome. A story well told and going into my library!! Chris

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8 posted 2002-05-07 09:43 PM

BRAVO!!! Oh Martie, this is wonderful, sweet friend, what a delightful story this is, I LOVE IT!!! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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9 posted 2002-05-07 10:10 PM

Martie, you've incorporated everything I love into one poem. This is awesome! Luck be a lady tonight......

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10 posted 2002-05-07 10:19 PM

this is a good story well told.
-Dave

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11 posted 2002-05-07 10:30 PM

This was pretty cool and smooth even if the story has been told again and again...I found myself humming along.

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12 posted 2002-05-08 01:21 PM

ms martie
enjoyed the story
always a pleasure
to see someone win

kaile

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13 posted 2002-05-08 02:00 PM

Martie,

so if i want to capture Lady luck's attention, i must get used to wearing blue contact lens??

i enjoyed your story...

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