NuRelic
Rock Star
Silver Level
With dufferdevon getting some fairly positive responses for his poker poems/songs I thought I'd share one I wrote for a contest on another Forum. I don't expect there will be many that read it because of its length (I know, I'm overtly wordy and long winded) but I was happy with it. It follows the same cadence as Edger Allen's poem The Raven and I call it
The Vixen
Once upon a Vegas query, I sought out games while weak and weary,
Passing by both Donks and fish, traversing the hectic Casino floor,
My quest lay set, with belt a-bursting, I paused to fingers gently tapping,
With headache looming, it felt like rapping; the rapping of a cursed war!
“Welcome Sir,” she spoke to me as I crossed onto the tournament door,
Those simple words felt like a roar.
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And tourist with an amble stagger, wrought their income to this store
Eagerly waging on the morrow, all that they had begged to borrow
For the fates that would bring sorrow, sorrow for their lost rewards.
Nay, tis their own delights as they continued to follow the velvet cords
To place their bets, and then some more!
Sitting calmly on padded seats, scaled and skinned showing fishy meat
Partnered with the ching-ching-ching of golden coins and of lion’s roar.
“Our next Hold ‘em is now seating,” she just smiles while repeating,
“Please take your seat.” She spoke, as I crossed unto the entrance door,
And offer up my “buy-in” to the TD, crossing through that same door.
Here it tis, here and nothing more!
Fifteen hundred bits of color spread the breath of a foot, no longer.
A flurry of Kems were dealt, I folded like many times before.
But the fact is, I was watching, as they gently came a rapping,
On the felt I watched them tapping, tapping as if they were bored.
“Check”, then “Bet” and then “Re-raise”, the illustration drew once more.
And once “All-In,” then nothing more.
Deep into my slumbered peering, I still sat there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams of winning every hand that I implore
But the silence once was broken, as she drop her treasured tokens
And the only words there spoken was her humbled words, “I’m Lenore.”
I felt her whispered echo as it murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into my tank, a-turning; I re-focused while still reeling
But soon again I heard a thumping, but something louder than before,
My reads forlorn, calling rivers, loosing track from lustful shivers.
Let me see, then, what there is, but no true mystery’s yet to explore.
I’ve lost again with trips; I should have folded long before,
My chips are hit, just that and nothing more.
I shelved the vixen with a shudder, even whilst she’d flirt and flutter,
To focus on the game at hand, as many others had from wsop lore.
To re-build my chips, that was the key, tossing hands like sticks and threes,
But all the whilst, I was compel by the gentle scent brought from Lenore
It perched upon my shoulder nurturing the aroma I now adored.
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Clashed against her hex beguiling I found that for which I’d been waiting,
My ladies in red without decorum were raised by a man, which I abhorred.
Poised to muck with all convection, "You’ve been waiting,” spoke this vixen,
Her words came whilst I stacked my chips to just call the raise from before.
So I played my call then looked to the flop to find the nuts I’d been waiting for.
Quote the vixen, "Raise some more."
He bet big with Queen-Ace-Queen flopped and yes, my heart nearly stopped.
She then brushed her hand upon my thigh as I felt her leaned in to implore,
“I like it when a man takes charge!” Her shimmered words were a brief mirage.
“Daddy likes.” I thought while stacking chips to re-raise the bet once more.
He pondered a moment, setting the mood, then pushed in his chips onto the board,
Now all-in for glory; as many time before.
I called; he showed his Ace-Ace, but my Quads were the picture of stoic grace.
The table awed and gawked to see while I toasted the triumphs of my reward.
The turn and river both brought trash and I knew that I’d soon make the cash!
But they closed our table to my chagrin and I parted from my friend Lenore!
Her smile and grace were swept away to somewhere on the tournament floor.
I soon lost track of my beloved, Lenore!
The pace then quickened as I found cards aggressively pushing, fast and hard.
Cowboys, Fishhooks, even Rockets; they came and stood whilst I pushed more!
Each move was right; push, call or fold, my winnings never once grew cold.
But stacking all my new found chips, I recalled her words I could not ignore.
Those same three words that haunt my skills uttered from my stately Lenore.
Quote the vixen, "Bet some more."
Still; my focus on the task at hand, was dominating each woman and man.
So when bubble play came, I felt assured the time was right and I would score.
But when reseated, five tables left, my seat opposite a young woman’s cleft,
As I saw the chip leader across the table was no other than my exquisite Lenore.
Lost in her smile, the world became a fine texture of purple and mauve velour.
I simply sat down and nothing more!
Just one seat away from the money; tension high, the cards felt runny.
We each survived a cursed crew of no less than four hundred forty-four.
In my first hand I knew I felt luck, looking to find a pair of black ducks.
A call then a raise from my vixen, then folds all around for me to explore.
Three times the Big Blind, I pondered a call, knowing that I’d be implored.
By the vixen who spoke, "Raise some more."
I smile at hearing the vixen remark, doubting her bite was worse than her bark.
Testosterone tilt found my overdrive; re-raising the raise from the lovely Lenore.
Both blinds, in turn, threw their cards away; the pressure fell to the next player to play.
Pre-flop UTG mulling it over, weighed his options while watching Lenore.
So close to the money, and short stacked; fold he must with a silent roar.
Quote the vixen, "Re-raising some more."
One eighth of her stack rest in the pot; the pressure was meant to put me on the spot.
My play was fanatic, yet furthermore; feeling pot committed was something I abhorred.
And calling this raise with my lowly two’s, was a callously planned ticket to lose.
Yet, it eerily seemed that I watched myself stacking black chips into groups of four.
Calmly I pushed in each of those stacks succeeding before I looked to the board.
In the dark she then said, “I’ll bet it once, more."
Pre-flop she laidout another ten grand, spinning the clover on her covered hand.
A spaded Ace, six of club and the red deuce of hearts, oh how my spirit soared.
On the button I found, acutely aware, I noticed she liked stroking of her hair.
With the tale of her tell and pre-flop raise, Big Slick seemed likely for my Lenore.
So I slow-play my set, feigning I’m weak, hoping to pinch her chips to the core.
Quoting myself, “I’ll call just once more.”
The turn unreal, something imagined; the last deuce in the deck found in a chasm
My stare was fixed; providing a tell, so I dropped my heard and looked to the floor.
Quads again, my senses on fire; but all was surpassed as she pushed it higher.
My heart pounding, I was ecstatic, it was all I thought I could have wished for.
From the pot to her eyes I then felt the pity, for her, I knew I’d have to ignore.
Quote the vixen, "Bet some more."
Half of her stack now lay in the pot; stacking my chips I felt my stomach knot.
Palms ripe with sweat, loins in distress, judgmental fortitude would soon being torn.
I wanted to win and her to be mine but my goals and this game were cruelly entwined.
I nervously stacked my chips once again and matching her raise I called once more.
Rolling her eyes, she pulled back her hair and look up at me saying, “Don’t be a bore,”
Quote the vixen, "Bet some more."
Shaking my head; slow-playing again, we looked to see what the river would bring.
An Ace on the river so she placed her bet, but my focus lay on the pending reward.
“Re-Raise.” I mumbled while clearing my throat; believing that she held only a boat.
“Another ten grand.” I muttered while thinking it was a nominal bet to the vixen Lenore.
“Really?” She said, on the edge of her seat, clearly too focused on coming rewards.
With a wink she then said, “I’ll bet ONE-CHIP-MORE!”
What gall; audacity running amuck, we were well past the time to depend on sheer luck.
“I’m moving all-in!” I cockily said, raised one eyebrow; continuing then, “And you’re…”
She closed her eyes, lowered her head, it was clear that she saw the coming dread.
“Calling of course.” Showing her bullets; I couldn’t believe I had bubbled once more
Good game, good luck; groaned in a daze, thinking one thought as I came to the door.
Quoting myself, “Damn it, that whore!”
The Vixen
Once upon a Vegas query, I sought out games while weak and weary,
Passing by both Donks and fish, traversing the hectic Casino floor,
My quest lay set, with belt a-bursting, I paused to fingers gently tapping,
With headache looming, it felt like rapping; the rapping of a cursed war!
“Welcome Sir,” she spoke to me as I crossed onto the tournament door,
Those simple words felt like a roar.
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And tourist with an amble stagger, wrought their income to this store
Eagerly waging on the morrow, all that they had begged to borrow
For the fates that would bring sorrow, sorrow for their lost rewards.
Nay, tis their own delights as they continued to follow the velvet cords
To place their bets, and then some more!
Sitting calmly on padded seats, scaled and skinned showing fishy meat
Partnered with the ching-ching-ching of golden coins and of lion’s roar.
“Our next Hold ‘em is now seating,” she just smiles while repeating,
“Please take your seat.” She spoke, as I crossed unto the entrance door,
And offer up my “buy-in” to the TD, crossing through that same door.
Here it tis, here and nothing more!
Fifteen hundred bits of color spread the breath of a foot, no longer.
A flurry of Kems were dealt, I folded like many times before.
But the fact is, I was watching, as they gently came a rapping,
On the felt I watched them tapping, tapping as if they were bored.
“Check”, then “Bet” and then “Re-raise”, the illustration drew once more.
And once “All-In,” then nothing more.
Deep into my slumbered peering, I still sat there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams of winning every hand that I implore
But the silence once was broken, as she drop her treasured tokens
And the only words there spoken was her humbled words, “I’m Lenore.”
I felt her whispered echo as it murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into my tank, a-turning; I re-focused while still reeling
But soon again I heard a thumping, but something louder than before,
My reads forlorn, calling rivers, loosing track from lustful shivers.
Let me see, then, what there is, but no true mystery’s yet to explore.
I’ve lost again with trips; I should have folded long before,
My chips are hit, just that and nothing more.
I shelved the vixen with a shudder, even whilst she’d flirt and flutter,
To focus on the game at hand, as many others had from wsop lore.
To re-build my chips, that was the key, tossing hands like sticks and threes,
But all the whilst, I was compel by the gentle scent brought from Lenore
It perched upon my shoulder nurturing the aroma I now adored.
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Clashed against her hex beguiling I found that for which I’d been waiting,
My ladies in red without decorum were raised by a man, which I abhorred.
Poised to muck with all convection, "You’ve been waiting,” spoke this vixen,
Her words came whilst I stacked my chips to just call the raise from before.
So I played my call then looked to the flop to find the nuts I’d been waiting for.
Quote the vixen, "Raise some more."
He bet big with Queen-Ace-Queen flopped and yes, my heart nearly stopped.
She then brushed her hand upon my thigh as I felt her leaned in to implore,
“I like it when a man takes charge!” Her shimmered words were a brief mirage.
“Daddy likes.” I thought while stacking chips to re-raise the bet once more.
He pondered a moment, setting the mood, then pushed in his chips onto the board,
Now all-in for glory; as many time before.
I called; he showed his Ace-Ace, but my Quads were the picture of stoic grace.
The table awed and gawked to see while I toasted the triumphs of my reward.
The turn and river both brought trash and I knew that I’d soon make the cash!
But they closed our table to my chagrin and I parted from my friend Lenore!
Her smile and grace were swept away to somewhere on the tournament floor.
I soon lost track of my beloved, Lenore!
The pace then quickened as I found cards aggressively pushing, fast and hard.
Cowboys, Fishhooks, even Rockets; they came and stood whilst I pushed more!
Each move was right; push, call or fold, my winnings never once grew cold.
But stacking all my new found chips, I recalled her words I could not ignore.
Those same three words that haunt my skills uttered from my stately Lenore.
Quote the vixen, "Bet some more."
Still; my focus on the task at hand, was dominating each woman and man.
So when bubble play came, I felt assured the time was right and I would score.
But when reseated, five tables left, my seat opposite a young woman’s cleft,
As I saw the chip leader across the table was no other than my exquisite Lenore.
Lost in her smile, the world became a fine texture of purple and mauve velour.
I simply sat down and nothing more!
Just one seat away from the money; tension high, the cards felt runny.
We each survived a cursed crew of no less than four hundred forty-four.
In my first hand I knew I felt luck, looking to find a pair of black ducks.
A call then a raise from my vixen, then folds all around for me to explore.
Three times the Big Blind, I pondered a call, knowing that I’d be implored.
By the vixen who spoke, "Raise some more."
I smile at hearing the vixen remark, doubting her bite was worse than her bark.
Testosterone tilt found my overdrive; re-raising the raise from the lovely Lenore.
Both blinds, in turn, threw their cards away; the pressure fell to the next player to play.
Pre-flop UTG mulling it over, weighed his options while watching Lenore.
So close to the money, and short stacked; fold he must with a silent roar.
Quote the vixen, "Re-raising some more."
One eighth of her stack rest in the pot; the pressure was meant to put me on the spot.
My play was fanatic, yet furthermore; feeling pot committed was something I abhorred.
And calling this raise with my lowly two’s, was a callously planned ticket to lose.
Yet, it eerily seemed that I watched myself stacking black chips into groups of four.
Calmly I pushed in each of those stacks succeeding before I looked to the board.
In the dark she then said, “I’ll bet it once, more."
Pre-flop she laidout another ten grand, spinning the clover on her covered hand.
A spaded Ace, six of club and the red deuce of hearts, oh how my spirit soared.
On the button I found, acutely aware, I noticed she liked stroking of her hair.
With the tale of her tell and pre-flop raise, Big Slick seemed likely for my Lenore.
So I slow-play my set, feigning I’m weak, hoping to pinch her chips to the core.
Quoting myself, “I’ll call just once more.”
The turn unreal, something imagined; the last deuce in the deck found in a chasm
My stare was fixed; providing a tell, so I dropped my heard and looked to the floor.
Quads again, my senses on fire; but all was surpassed as she pushed it higher.
My heart pounding, I was ecstatic, it was all I thought I could have wished for.
From the pot to her eyes I then felt the pity, for her, I knew I’d have to ignore.
Quote the vixen, "Bet some more."
Half of her stack now lay in the pot; stacking my chips I felt my stomach knot.
Palms ripe with sweat, loins in distress, judgmental fortitude would soon being torn.
I wanted to win and her to be mine but my goals and this game were cruelly entwined.
I nervously stacked my chips once again and matching her raise I called once more.
Rolling her eyes, she pulled back her hair and look up at me saying, “Don’t be a bore,”
Quote the vixen, "Bet some more."
Shaking my head; slow-playing again, we looked to see what the river would bring.
An Ace on the river so she placed her bet, but my focus lay on the pending reward.
“Re-Raise.” I mumbled while clearing my throat; believing that she held only a boat.
“Another ten grand.” I muttered while thinking it was a nominal bet to the vixen Lenore.
“Really?” She said, on the edge of her seat, clearly too focused on coming rewards.
With a wink she then said, “I’ll bet ONE-CHIP-MORE!”
What gall; audacity running amuck, we were well past the time to depend on sheer luck.
“I’m moving all-in!” I cockily said, raised one eyebrow; continuing then, “And you’re…”
She closed her eyes, lowered her head, it was clear that she saw the coming dread.
“Calling of course.” Showing her bullets; I couldn’t believe I had bubbled once more
Good game, good luck; groaned in a daze, thinking one thought as I came to the door.
Quoting myself, “Damn it, that whore!”