Cheerfully ambiguous

my gambling poem vegas style baby

 

Cheerfully ambiguous

 

A thrill like no other

Betting all your money

On a number

Watching everything you earned

Nearly fade away

Unlike the addiction you’re filling

Which always wants to play

The stud in the suit spins the globe

Thirty grand on eight

With no chance to fold

The dial starts to strike

 red and black

You smile at the sky

There’s no turning back

It repels on three

Slowing past four and five

The adrenaline starts to rise

Six is blatantly passed by

Seven is a vacation the dial wants to visit

But the momentum is too much

With eight locking in the submission

When all the chips are finally pushed your way

A look of anguish slips from your face

 

 

Author's Note

as a gambler i feel like win or loose its all about the crazy bets i make sometimes the outcome doesnt even matter to me (oh i stole the pic from some Dicksomethings.com from google again dont sue me)

Reviews

[East of Eden]

sharp, clean, colourful, suspenseful. can a poem be clean? yes!

[None]

This is great! I like the colors as well. I'm not a gambler but I'll go with someone and watch them lose sometimes. There's a new casino about 7 miles from me and I've never been in it. haha. I'd rather gamble my money at the mall on makeup and skincare items. LOL.
Your poem is well written and captures the excitement of gambling!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like this poem.. i like gambling too and it is the thrill of the bet .. love the way you structured this ..
Chloe
xoxo

I don't see a pic tho?

[An Ordinary Woman]

You captured the feeling in so many ways. I'm not really a gambler but have a close friend that is, he plays blackjack for a cpl days at a time and later offers me the suite the boat offers him so he'll come do it again. He never takes the room, he just gives it away.

It's the prettiest hotel room I've ever saw, I swear it is. Nicely written, as always.

(and thank you for the reviews xx)

[Rain]

I admit, there is a rush like no other in being on that line of winning or losing. Many years ago, there was a pinball machine that paid off. It was in the back corner of Freddie's restaraunt. The more dimes you fed it, the higher the odds. I spent all day there. I would hit it for $150..then drop $160. When I walked out I had dropped 3000 dimes. If I would have found a sharp piece of glass in the lot, it would have been all over. lol. That feeling stopped me from being a gambler. This is a cool piece because you capture that thrill. Rain..

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This is something I know little about - other than poker tee hee - but I see where you are coming from and it is well expressed. Thanks - fun poem - I enjoyed the ride.
Light,
Siddartha

[April Child]

This is great. As the other reviewers said it takes you on that journey, like you just placed that bet and the agony as the ball is bouncing around the wheel. You set the scene very well. Exciting read.

[Barbara Walker]

Good imagery! I felt MY adrenaline go up just reading it! eyepoetress Barbara Walker

[Andromeda]

i like the tone of this. it's really kinda stressful, as if you're sitting right there w/ your life-savings on the line. good job!