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An Ode to Lady Luck

Her subtle touch can tip the scales.

By Kelley SteadPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
An Ode to Lady Luck
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She comes when you least expect,

But you feel her when she’s near.

Her subtle touch can tip the scales.

Make losers shed their tears.

Your mouth is coated with sweet whiskey,

The lady’s kiss doth linger.

You scoop your winnings into stacks,

You shift them through your fingers.

Cigarette plumes infect the air,

The smell is not so pleasant.

You pray the lady sticks around,

Takes pity on the peasant.

But the lady doth not linger long,

Her feet held over fire.

Her kiss is fleeting, melting, fading,

You make the stakes more dire.

And then the lady moves away,

Her flippant ways are clear.

Leaving you with smaller piles,

And a heart chock full of fear.

Her absence leaves you cold and dry,

Without a leg to stand.

You know you shouldn’t be here,

Your wife and kids be damned.

You scorn the wiles of Lady Luck,

You curse her very name.

But deep inside you know the score,

Know you’re the one to blame.

And driving home with pockets light,

You’re banging on the wheel.

There’s no way they’ll understand,

How the lady’s kiss does feel.

social commentarysurreal poetry

About the Creator

Kelley Stead

Grew up on a steady diet of Tom Robbins and Stephen King.

Spinning tales in the quiet moments between motherhood and building a business.

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  • Rosie Ford 12 months ago

    You’re an amazing poet and I love the story this piece told! So effortless! Great work!!

  • J. S. Wadeabout a year ago

    Excellent! They say the part of the brain stimulated sexually is the also the section excited by a big gambling win. No wonder there’s so much addiction to it.

  • Roy Stevensabout a year ago

    Visceral indictment of gambling addiction. That was very good!

  • Keep writing 📝😉❤️This is Brilliant❗

  • JBazabout a year ago

    Oh so true. This moved along effortlessly.

  • Babs Iversonabout a year ago

    That was amazing!!!💖💖💕

  • Gina C.about a year ago

    I really enjoyed the flow here and found this poem interesting and truthful! No gambling for me tho, I can barely even remember how to play "Go Fish" 😅❤️

  • C. H. Richardabout a year ago

    Lady Luck always runs out eventually! Poem flows with a nice rhythm. Love it ❤️ Hearted and subscribed ❤️

  • Stephanie Downardabout a year ago

    Love this! It was written wonderfully. ❤️ Great job! I try not to gamble much anymore. It's gotten me a time or two, lol. 😬

  • Absolutely loved your poem! I am totally against gambling, but hey, life itself is a gamble, lol

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  • Mariann Carrollabout a year ago

    Well done 👍 thanks

  • Cendrine Marrouatabout a year ago

    Yeah, gambling is not something I enjoy. I have seen so many people ruin their lives with it. Your poem depicts the reality really well.

  • This is why I don't gamble. Not only am I severely OCD, but the single brush of a lady's touch can easily make me lose all sense of perspective. Beautifully written, almost too much so for those afflicted with an inability to resist her whispering kiss.

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