lucky 1300
superstitions
are substitutes
for the hard work
of thinking
lightning
strikes twice
in places
where it is welcome
and life deals sevens and threes
as oft as sixes and nines
toeing the line
and daring the fates
I smile and roll the dice
hold out for the pocket aces
and you bet your life
Hey, nice to see you writing again. Re: "You bet your life," So don't we all? ditty time. LOL.
seasonalpromotions
autumn has dropped his leaves
along the path he took to sleep
with the coldest month of the year.
and they are whirled and gathered in
by winter’s triumphant winds
the folios and follies
of summer's fevered promises,
the ante raised upon their pages
and laid with springs bright hope
the pot grew with abandon
and kept him in the game,
but now his chits have to be cashed
and whistled home to winter's claim,
rustled into her cold fold
for she has called his hand.
First he lost his scarlet coat
and then he lost his shirt
then he bet and lost the branch
cause he played for all his worth
now he is wrapped in winters robes
(what still of him remains)
dreaming in her frozen arms embrace
of what he lost to her patient charms
and perfect poker face,
And those that sheltered
in his shade must other cover seek
for winter holds the winning cards
and she plays for keeps.