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Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

0 posted 2000-03-01 07:57 PM

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 good 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.

But they had the sweet heat
of goodness in common.

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,
and dangling from her right arm
was a black pocket-book
the size of a suitcase.
Her eyes were the color
of a meadow in spring.

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.

Temptress

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since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

1 posted 2000-03-01 08:28 PM

This was a very good poem. I've never seen one this good that refers to Lady Luck.

I enjoyed this.

Elizabeth Santos
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since 1999-11-08

Posts 9269
Pennsylvania

2 posted 2000-03-01 08:37 PM

Leave it to Martie's imagination and talents to describe lady luck, and what do you get. Poetry that would make any gambler stop to listen to her verses, and they would. They would all stop playing, even me.
Great, great poem, Martie
Liz, the Gambler

Balladeer

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since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

3 posted 2000-03-01 10:11 PM

Geez!! This is terrific!

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.

What a perfect description of a casino! You've done a heap of living, Martie.

Mike
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since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

4 posted 2000-03-02 12:01 PM

I do believe you could bring anything to life with your poetry Martie. Wonderful as always.

Severn
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since 1999-07-17

Posts 7704

5 posted 2000-03-02 12:41 PM

Oh Martie - I just love your poetry....

I really do.

K

'Writing sharpens life;
life enriches writing'
Sylvia Plath

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

6 posted 2000-03-02 10:49 AM

Temptress--Thank you for reading and liking.

Liz--I'm not a gambler, just an observer...er, well okay, just an occasional pull on the one armed bandit..and what a wonderful thing to say!

Deer, I have lived a few years...but as far as "a heap of"...LOL. Thank you for liking my description.

Mike--You always say such nice things!

Kamla--and I just love yours!!!!!

Denise

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since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

7 posted 2000-03-02 11:05 AM

This is great, Martie!! Where was she when I went to the casino, though!! LOL

Denise

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