Betting Poems - Poems about Betting

Show a little finesse, place a bet. You’re just in time for the game, get some skin, the fix is in. What’s more American than cashing in? The real winners do, and now that could be you. With suckers out there waiting, scamming is as easy as creating an NFT, bitcoin, an online bet or a romance baiting. You’ll be a...

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We light our candles every night And then we place a bet On which will be the last to fade; We’ve not forgotten yet. This game goes back to childhood When my brothers made their picks. Then when I became a mother, My two kids were in the mix. Today, it’s just my husband And myself who get to choose, Yet we pay real close...

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I fell to see the fairness indeed Of a moment we live just to age and forget When there is nothing less unless we give our best We mostly remember inept I want to know why we can't see ourselves grow  But age will dog us to an instant regret But time does not flinch at the moment's stench And...

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Cricket is quite possibly of the most cherished game in Indium. Everybody here has one more degree of for cricket. Individuals in India love to bring in cash by wagering on their most adored game that is cricket. At IPL time interest of wagering Id in India stays at its pinnacle. Muthu gives a most...

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I Does morality need some religion? Does humanity need Creator, Creation? If I'm good even when I'm bad Morality and religion we must have As with government, as with queens, king - Humans need umpires in everything II If Jesus makes me a better being Than I was as a Hindu, even Unbelieving Where's the harm, if I do as Facebook Created by Zuckerberg; WA; Telegram...

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Whoever said That life is a bet? You roll the dice hard I shuffle the cards With no way of knowing What will be showing Some take the first hand Others wait, pay the band I’m betting on you You call your hand too Our hearts they are matching Other suits all are lacking You say “oh that’s ducky” But I know we’re lucky Written-...

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Super stud Enjoyed life with many lovely buds Watched the angry surf Feeling the need to protect his turf When all of a sudden Ma Bell did ring And his dear old friend Win was searching for something “I am curious to know Who is going to choose you to be their beau?” Since Win...

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Waiting for bubbles Here on the pitch Hope there will be no trouble From Liverpool being in a winning niche Known for being paper back writers And always having the attitude of being fighters The Reds will have to deal Hammies who thing they are for real With hard cover binding West Ham could do...

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Roll up, Roll up and place your bets, Before the sun sets, And you still have debts. Which will run out first, The water that runs through old pipes, waiting to burst, Or the money that some say is cursed, That could prevent the need for a Hurst. Roll up, roll up and place your bets, Before the moon rises, Along with...

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I've always loved predicting Which will be the last to die. I'm rarely right but still each night I study them and try. They start out on an equal plane But who knows why they change. Like human life spans, variance Will always seem so strange. So as the end draws near, I watch To see which burns down last. Just one more night and...

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An idiot plays in middle with a bat His eyes fixed on a bookie’s bet Eleven fools attacking Two listless fools standing *Thousands of fools watching cricket. *Inspired by George Bernard Shaw’s comments “One fool playing and thousands watching him” but have extended it with present day perspective. ======================================================= Fifth place winner Contest: Let's Limerick by Linda Marie, the Sweetheart...

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Once again, you’re putting out your blinds It’s this wicked game you play at minds With the chiseled pot concealed, My heart’s cards are now revealed. I’m getting broken down again. You’ve locked me up into this stain, And as I try to raise heart’s chase You lay there still, poker faced. You force me into this blinding bet Where no one is...

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Semifinals won by each The day of the finals is said Boasting begins by the two groups Or supporters Two weeks to the march Hummers for mansions Cadillacs for damsels One billion for one billion Any price for any price The day of match Boasting uproars All relying on the specials Skills of theirs players If a goal down He becomes angry Blaming the referee And shouting on the...

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By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options. I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts. The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered. The thrill of the hunt. The chase. An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve. Tomorrow becomes yesterday. “The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels.” I stopped looking...

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Laying here on my bed thinking how it could have been, Makes me wonder why did it have to end? The talking has ended, The meetings have concluded, I feel so excluded. I want back in your life, But your not willing to take that sacrifice, I have rolled my final dice. There is no more point for me on this earth, But to...

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