The casual gambler’s nemesis –
Naïve is her projected view
As she folds one hand, and then two
That “butter wouldn’t melt,” it is true
As her chill cold heart prepares for you
Calm and collected she’ll draws you in
And when you’ve wagered all –
Then she’ll win
That innocent demeanour
Is a costume she wears
Just to disarm you
Before she robs you unawares
Padre
Happy go lucky with money to burn
There for the party
Winning or losing – he has no concern
His tech company’s profits are through the roof
He is rolling in cash and that’s the truth
A little black jack, then off to the wheel
He likes the attention
That’s his real deal
Padre
Casino Weekend: The Gold Digger
Her luggage was capacious
Spacious
Much too big
For a bikini, change of knickers, and a flowing wig
But in the casino she hoped to pull
Some high-roller that struck it big
So in that little black dress
Done up nice and tight
She headed for roulette table to blow on some dice
If lady fortune smiled – and she acted just right
She would land her meal ticket by the end of the night
Padre
They all held back
Frozen in doubt and dismay
Until there arose a leader to show them the way
Padre
The Jester gestured with a move obcene
It was a thing unseemly to do before the queen
Before he knew it he was to the dungeon sent
Soon of his rudeness he would repent
For though his gesture brought smiles to some
It resulted in him loosing his hands and tongue
So if you a tough room a performance make
Be sure not to repeat that clown’s mistake
Padre
Dave wasn’t sure about using his mum’s pet dog to guard the back garden after a series of shed burglaries, but she insisted that he would do fine. Fine? This pampered pooch who whimpered when he got cold. He let his emotions dictate his life. In fact, if he was insulted about his stumpy legs and flat face, the dog would mope off and not come back out until he was offered a treat and an apology. Yeah, Snowflake was going to be just fine as a guard dog.
Padre
Lines each their own pathway follow
Unmindful of their fellows’ ways
And yet each one’s journey
Intersects in grand display
Are we too like these stripes opaque
Destined to converge,
And when we meet shall we also
Create a work masterful when we merge?
Padre
Do not wander in the wood
For few from there return
The very trees there seem to move
Even when there is no breeze
Let your journey another path take
Let caution your planning seize
Do not wander in the wood
Do not its mysteries learn
And above all – do take care
To avoid the towering trees
Padre
Salt water streams flow down my face
As the anguish of loss my emotions fill
Mirrored by the raindrops of my heart
Wishing you were with me still
You have departed and from me gone
I pray that the separation shan’t be too long
And in the place where you abide
I shall once again be by your side
Padre
A saintly visage
Faith affixed upon a wall
In crumbling plaster
Prayer in the artist’s hand
Remnant of their devotion
Padre
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