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The Bride of the Gambler
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The Bride of the Gambler |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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A lady of the evening, Met a shifty gambling man. They made their plans for leaving When he asked her for her hand. They were cast off by society… Both thought it far too late- To know true love and romance… Could this be some whim of fate? They talked of days of long ago- Compared their whims and dreams. And laughed at all the common ground And places that they’d seen… He said, “We’ll leave tomorrow- But tonight I’ll win our stake”. Not knowing that he’d told a lie… By dawn her heart he’d break. It seemed that he could do no wrong. He’d won near every hand. No matter which man dealt the cards… The game he did command. His dreams grew near with every pot And just before the dawn- He felt that he had won enough… ‘Twas time to move along. He pushed back from the table- And he said, “I’m cashing in”. A player said, “Oh, no, you’re not”! While glaring hate at him. He said, “I think you’re cheating”! He was drawing as he spoke… Two men lay dead upon the floor, Beneath the powder smoke. They found her in an alley- For her heart had broke to hear… Her dreams of love snatched from her When she thought they were so near… A hole in her left temple From the pistol in her hand… Too tired to go living- So she chose to join her man. They tell me if you go at night Down by the river side. The lady walks the river bank She is the gambler’s bride. No place in life for loser’s- They say it’s quite a sight, The two of them together.. As they meet there every night. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I could picture every draw of card, every bluff of the eyelid...and smell the smoke of the pistol... well done, GS! |
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Kellsue Member
since 2000-05-06
Posts 210Waukesha, WI USA |
I could picture everything as I read it. Very very good poem!!!! ~Kelly  Reflect upon your present blessings-of which every man has many-not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. ~Charles Dickens We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. ~Winston Churchill |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Excellent sir! (BTW..congratulations on being on the 'spotlight' at Spyder Empire's Ezine this month!!! ) |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
GOOD TO SEE YOU AS ALWAYS, 'SLINGER. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This one gave me the chills. Very well told tale, John! Denise |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very interesting to read and the death of the lady of the evening touched my heart..I have felt these same feelings in a relationship...so sad that her dreams of love were lost... James |
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