Open Poetry #9 |
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Lady Luck and the Gambler..... Rebel's Challange |
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Martie
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(This is a rewrite of an old post) 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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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Oh My! Oh My! The flow... incredible... the poetry picture perfect... Martie.. this is fabulous... regards, sudhir |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
Yep, it's all in the legs.... I think I used to know her ![]() very nice Martie... thanks for joining the frakus.... |
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Dee Member Elite
since 2000-08-19
Posts 2330Queensland, Australia |
I really enjoyed your poem Martie. Dee |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
and whispered into his ear, ante up baby you are about to win. OOOOOOOOOOooooooooo Martie.....this was fantastic!! yep he sounded like a winner...a match made in heaven... ![]() |
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susanbartee Member
since 2000-08-15
Posts 119Channelview, TX USA |
Incredible words. I truly love it. The words truly did flow so perfectly. Fabulous job. |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
Now I wish I had been more of the gambling type and had learned how to play my hand better...nice answer to his challenge ~~soft smiles, Martie Maureen |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Martie... very slick. Liked how the people where the casino's life blood. Yes in deed... slick as sin...in a nice way ![]() |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Your imagnation knows absolutely no bounds - I am simply dazzled ~S~ oops: ![]() |
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juliet_2u Senior Member
since 2000-07-23
Posts 1125North Carolina |
Martie this is great. I could see it all. She tossed her heart at him and whispered into his ear ante up baby you are about to win Now that's some heavy duty lines. Loved the whole thing girl. Juls |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sudhir--Thank you very much for such a effusive reply...I do love your enthusiasm. Rebel--you got it wrong...I think she knew you...thanks for the topic. Dee--thanks for reacing and for letting me know you liked it. Butterflies...yup, there are winners and then there are winners. I'm glad you liked it. susan--thanks for such a nice comment. Maureen--I know nothing about gambling...but I can pretend. Hi Scott--thanks for reading...slick as sin..no one ever said that to me before...you know..I like it. Hey Bill--Nice to see you!! If you are dazzled that must make me a dazzler...thank you for the smile. juls--thanks so much for the wonderful comment...I appreciate you reading and responding. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Wondrous, Martie. I love your style....who told you about my yellow polyester pants?? ![]() |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
wonderful poetry Martie... I have only went to Las Vegas one time... I thought I saw lady luck... but then Connie saw me staring... and told me that wasnt lady luck, but was a lady of the evening and that if I was going to be lucky that evening, I better keep my eyes to myself... but I digress... enjoyed you poem muchly... |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
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. Martie----for someone that does not do challenges you seem to do them quite well. ![]() the above lines a gonna go down as poetic perfection. Winderful write. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Balladeer--I thought that was you...LOL Mike--You made me laugh before my first cup of coffee...very funny you are!! Mark--don't think it will go down in history, but thanks for saying so and for your support, my friend. |
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