The Beggar

 

Seated on  cardboard

shabby and swarthy

careworn and haggard

stretching a cadaverous hand

covered with calluses

to make an urgent demand

for money and food .

–

 

Some  people pass  by

turn their heads away

seem not to care

they refuse to see

as if  nobody is there.

–

 

Others hear the plea,

rummage their pockets

only for a short while

and hand  some dimes

enough to paint a faint smile

on a face furrowed by  hard times.

 

A Poker Game

I’m delighted to win the perfect poet award week 19.

I’d like to thank

sweet jingle for hosting and managing the Thursday poets’ rally http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/

and    suzicate for nominating me to win this award .

Puffs  of  smoke rise

to a  cracked ceiling

where  a  bunch of  flies

buzz around a  lamp

dangling over seven guys

Seated at a round  table

Sweltering , sweating

Sipping a glass of  wine

eyes riveted on five  cards

Nervous but poker –faced.

Bets are instantly made,

no folding is signalled,

Time for the showdown.

Heartbeats race ,Adrenaline pump

a royal flush is revealed.

Thuds , Curses and swearing

Drown out  the winner’s cheering.

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I nominate Emmanuel for the perfect poet award week 20