Citatepedia^®.com

One hundred alcoholics are better than one gambler.

Tunisian proverbs
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Kentuckey Gambler

He wanted more from like
Than four kids and a wife
And a job in the dark kentucky mines
A twenty-acre farm
With a shacky house and barn
That's all he had
And all he left behind
At gambling he was lucky
So he left kentucky
Left behind his woman and his kids
Into the gay casino
In nevada's town of reno
Kentucky gambler planned to get rich quick
Kentucky gambler, who's gonna love your woman in kentucky
Who's gonna be the one to give her what she needs
Kentucky gambler, who's gonna raise your children in kentucky
Who's gonna keep them fed and keep shoes on their feet
At the gamblers' paradise
Lady luck was on his side
Kentucky gambler played his cards just right
He won at everything he played
Kentucky gambler had it made
And he should have quit and gone on home that night
But when you love the greenback dollar
Sorrow's always bound to follow
Reno dreams fade into neon amber
And lady luck, she'll leave you on
She'll saty awhile, and then she's gone
You'd better go on home kentucky gambler
But a gambler never seems to stop
Til he loses all he's got
And so, kentucky gambler, he played on
He played til he lost all he won
He was right back where he started from
Then he started wanting to go home
Kentucky gambler, there ain't nobody waiting in kentucky
When you walked out, somebody else walked in
Kentucky gambler, looks like you ain't really very lucky
Seems to me a gambler looses much more than he wins
So you think about it
Kentucky gambler

song performed by Dolly Parton
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Kentucky Gambler

He wanted more from like
Than four kids and a wife
And a job in the dark kentucky mines
A twenty-acre farm
With a shacky house and barn
Thats all he had
And all he left behind
At gambling he was lucky
So he left kentucky
Left behind his woman and his kids
Into the gay casino
In nevadas town of reno
Kentucky gambler planned to get rich quick
Kentucky gambler, whos gonna love your woman in kentucky
Whos gonna be the one to give her what she needs
Kentucky gambler, whos gonna raise your children in kentucky
Whos gonna keep them fed and keep shoes on their feet
At the gamblers paradise
Lady luck was on his side
Kentucky gambler played his cards just right
He won at everything he played
Kentucky gambler had it made
And he should have quit and gone on home that night
But when you love the greenback dollar
Sorrows always bound to follow
Reno dreams fade into neon amber
And lady luck, shell leave you on
Shell saty awhile, and then shes gone
Youd better go on home kentucky gambler
But a gambler never seems to stop
Til he loses all hes got
And so, kentucky gambler, he played on
He played til he lost all he won
He was right back where he started from
Then he started wanting to go home
Kentucky gambler, there aint nobody waiting in kentucky
When you walked out, somebody else walked in
Kentucky gambler, looks like you aint really very lucky
Seems to me a gambler looses much more than he wins
So you think about it
Kentucky gambler

song performed by Dolly Parton
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Addictive Gambler

Addicted Gambler
This is a sad tale
Of a man who gambled and failed
His desire was to get rich quick
But he ended up being a losing freak

Daily withdrawals from the cash machine
Yet with money he was so mean
Never ate hence so thin and lean
Smoked away with bad breath and skin

He had other hidden talents
Which were vividly silent?
He was creative
Very imaginative
But none of that ever became lucrative

An addicted gambler
Who tried his hands at everything?
To see what his luck might bring
Spent hours scratching cards at Bingo
Tried poker though he did not know the lingo
Played and lost on various fruit machines
Never ever satisfied with a days win
Gambled on so many horses
Which all brought heavy losses?

In misery he resorted to alcohol
This also contributed to his downfall
Lost all his friends
In vain tried to make amends
After missing so many appointments

Several times he threw in the towel
When he realised
He had no more personal possessions to sell
Saying life really sucks
I don’t seem to be having any luck
But he was an addicted gambler
It was only a question of time
When he will sneak out of home as if a crime
To gamble his newly acquired wealth away again

An addicted Gambler
Absorbed with heavy numerous debts
Caused by large unreasonable bets
Spending his entire wage
Was a daily chapter in his book and page
That grew worse and worse with every age

[...] Read more

poem by Sylvia Chidi
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Riverboat Gambler

(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Riverboat gambler
Drinking alone on the prow
Chasing your bourbon with tennessee gin
The big games about to begin
Riverboat gambler
Hiding that ave up your sleeve
I can see through all that debonaire style
The irony bending your smile
And I wont tip your hand
I wont do you in
I want to stay near you
I want you to win
Riverboat gambler
You can defy all the odds
You can draw diamonds to fill out your flush
You can find someone to trust
And I wont steal your chips
I wont steal your pride
Wont you take me on faith
Wont you let me inside
Riverboat gambler
Under our velvet and lace
Youre an old vagabond, Im a poor waif
Lets make a place thats safe
Riverboat gambler
Come on and let me inside

song performed by Carly Simon
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Ballad Of Soulful Sam

You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line,
Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, out there where the bullets whine;
Out there where the bombs are bustin',
and the cannons like 'ell-doors slam --
Just order another drink, boys, and I'll tell you of Soulful Sam.

Oh, Sam, he was never 'ilarious, though I've 'ad some mates as was wus;
He 'adn't C. B. on his programme, he never was known to cuss.
For a card or a skirt or a beer-mug he 'adn't a friendly word;
But when it came down to Scriptures, say! Wasn't he just a bird!

He always 'ad tracts in his pocket, the which he would haste to present,
And though the fellers would use them in ways that they never was meant,
I used to read 'em religious, and frequent I've been impressed
By some of them bundles of 'oly dope he carried around in his vest.

For I -- and oh, 'ow I shudder at the 'orror the word conveys!
'Ave been -- let me whisper it 'oarsely -- a gambler 'alf of me days;
A gambler, you 'ear -- a gambler. It makes me wishful to weep,
And yet 'ow it's true, my brethren! -- I'd rather gamble than sleep.

I've gambled the 'ole world over, from Monte Carlo to Maine;
From Dawson City to Dover, from San Francisco to Spain.
Cards! They 'ave been me ruin. They've taken me pride and me pelf,
And when I'd no one to play with -- why, I'd go and I'd play by meself.

And Sam 'e would sit and watch me, as I shuffled a greasy deck,
And 'e'd say: "You're bound to Perdition,"
And I'd answer: "Git off me neck!"
And that's 'ow we came to get friendly, though built on a different plan,
Me wot's a desprite gambler, 'im sich a good young man.

But on to me tale. Just imagine . . . Darkness! The battle-front!
The furious 'Uns attackin'! Us ones a-bearin' the brunt!
Me crouchin' be'ind a sandbag, tryin' 'ard to keep calm,
When I 'ears someone singin' a 'ymn toon; be'old! it is Soulful Sam.

Yes; right in the crash of the combat, in the fury of flash and flame,
'E was shootin' and singin' serenely as if 'e enjoyed the same.
And there in the 'eat of the battle, as the 'ordes of demons attacked,
He dipped down into 'is tunic, and 'e 'anded me out a tract.

Then a star-shell flared, and I read it: Oh, Flee From the Wrath to Come!
Nice cheerful subject, I tell yer, when you're 'earin' the bullets 'um.
And before I 'ad time to thank 'im, just one of them bits of lead
Comes slingin' along in a 'urry, and it 'its my partner. . . . Dead?

No, siree! not by a long sight! For it plugged 'im 'ard on the chest,
Just where 'e'd tracts for a army corps stowed away in 'is vest.
On its mission of death that bullet 'ustled along, and it caved

[...] Read more

poem by Robert William Service
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Who Are The Anonymous

There two kinds of alcoholics those who can function and those can not
We call them functional, and nonfunctional alcoholics.
One works every day just to celebrate
The other calls off sick, bums money for another drink and continues to celebrate
So to the alcoholics who are anonymous which one are you?

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Run On

(traditional - arranged by elvis presley)
Well you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Stop God almighty let me tell you the news
My heads been wet with the midnight dews
Coming down on my bended knees
Talking to the man from galilee
My God spoke and he spoke so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet
He put one hand upon my head
Great God almighty let me tell you what he said
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
You may throw your rock and hide your hand
Working in the dark against your fellow man
As sure as God made the day and the night
What you do in the dark will be brought to the light
You may run and hide, slip and slide
Trying to take the mote from your neighbours eyes
As sure as God made the rich and poor
You gonna reap just what you sow
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Some people go to church just to sit in the fire
Trying to make a date with the neighbours wife
Brother let me tell you as sure as youre born
You better leave that woman alone
Because one of these days mark my word
You think that brother is going to work
And youll sneak up and knock on that door
Thats all brother youll knock no more
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down

[...] Read more

song performed by Elvis Presley
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Son Of A Rotten Gambler

(chip taylor)
And his love will be his vision
And hell take you where you stand
And will you stand your life by his
And help the boy become a man
And hed be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty being his own man handler
For the son of the son of run of the mill run
Rotten gambler
Will the devil be getting to you as you look back
Over what youve done
And what youve done was it for reason or rhyme
Was it just for fun
And hed be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teachin love and honesty being his own man handler
For the son of the son of run of the mill run
Rotten gambler
Back on the road now you can lose your head
There aint no kingdom for the gambling man
You know the road now and youve made your stand
When his eyes shine upon you shine upon you
And hed be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty being his own man handler
For the son of the son of run of the mill run
Rotten gambler
Back on the road now you can lose your head
There aint no kingdom for the gambling man
You know the road now and youve made your stand
When his eyes shine upon you shine upon you
And hed be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty being his own man handler
Or the son of the son of run of the mill run
Rotten gambler

song performed by Emmylou Harris
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Sure Know Something

Ive been up and down, Ive been all around
I was mystified, almost terrified
But late at night I still hear you call my name
Ive been on my own, Ive been all alone
I was hypnotized, I felt paralyzed
But late at night I still want you just the same
Ive been a gambler, but Im nobodys fool
And I sure know something, sure know something
You showed me things they never taught me in school
And I sure know something, sure know something
No one can make me feel the way that you do
And I sure know something, aha
I was seventeen, you were just a dream
I was mesmerized, I felt scared inside
You broke my heart and I still can feel the pain
Ive been counted out, Ive had fear and doubt
Ive been starry eyed, never satisfied
cause late at night I still need you just the same
Just the same
Ive been a gambler, but Im nobodys fool
And I sure know something, sure know something
You showed me things they never taught me in school
And I sure know something, sure know something
No one can make me feel the way that you do
And I sure know something, aha
Ive been counted out, Ive had fear and doubt
Ive been starry eyed, never satisfied
cause late at night I still need you just the same
Just the same, yeah
Ive been a gambler, but Im nobodys fool
And I sure know something, sure know something
You showed me things they never taught me in school
And I sure know something, sure know something
No one can make me feel the way that you do
And I sure know something, sure know something
No one can tell me till I hear it from you
And I sure know something, sure know something
Ive been a gambler, but Im nobodys fool
Sure know something, sure know something
You showed me things they never taught me in school
Sure know something, sure know something
No one can make me feel the way that you do

song performed by Kiss
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Le Vampire (The Vampire)

Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De démons, vins, folle et parée,

De mon esprit humilié
Faire ton lit et ton domaine;
— Infâme à qui je suis lié
Comme le forçat à la chaîne,

Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,
Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,
Comme aux vermines la charogne
— Maudite, maudite sois-tu!

J'ai prié le glaive rapide
De conquérir ma liberté,
Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
De secourir ma lâcheté.

Hélas! le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit:
«Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève
À ton esclavage maudit,

Imbécile! — de son empire
Si nos efforts te délivraient,
Tes baisers ressusciteraient
Le cadavre de ton vampire!»

The Vampire

You who, like the stab of a knife,
Entered my plaintive heart;
You who, strong as a herd
Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,

To make your bed and your domain
Of my humiliated mind
— Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound
Like the convict to his chain,

Like the stubborn gambler to the game,
Like the drunkard to his wine,
Like the maggots to the corpse,
— Accurst, accurst be you!

I begged the swift poniard
To gain for me my liberty,
I asked perfidious poison

[...] Read more

poem by Charles Baudelaire
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Midnight Rambler

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
He don't give a hoot of warning
Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cock'rel crows

Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Well

song performed by Rolling Stones from Let It Bleed
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Gambler

On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.

song performed by Kenny Rogers
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Sure Know Somethin'

I've been up and down, I've been all around
I was mystified, almost terrified
But late at night i still hear you call my name
I've been on my own, I've been all alone
I was hypnotized, I felt paralyzed
But late at night I still need you just the same, just the same
I've been a gambler but I'm nobody's fool
And I sure know somethin', sure know somethin'
You showed me things they never tought me in school
And I sure know somethin', sure know somethin'
No one can make me feel the way that you do
And I sure know somethin', sure know somethin' aha
I was seventeen, you were just a dream
I was mesmerized, I felt scared inside
You broke my heart and I still can feel the pain
I've been counted out, I've had fear and doubt
I've been starry eyed, never satisfied
'Cause late at night I still need you just the same, just the same
I've been a gambler, but I'm nobody's fool
And I sure know somethin', sure know somethin'
You showed me things they never taught me in school
Sure know somethin', sure know somethin'
No one can make me feel the way that you do
And I sure know something, aha
Ahhh
I've been counted out, I've had fear and doubt
I've been starry eyed, never satisfied
But late at night I still need you just the same, just the same
I've been a gambler, but I'm nobody's fool
And I sure know somethin', sure know somethin'
You showed me things they never taught me in school
Sure know somethin', sure know somethin'
No one can make me feel the way that you do
Sure know somethin', sure know somethin'
No one can tell me 'till I hear it from you
Sure know somethin', sure know somethin'

song performed by Kiss
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Lover And The Gamber

She sat on a bar stool,
her long legs dangling there,
drinking a coloured mix,
they called The Country Fair.

He sat at a table,
deck of cards in his hand,
laying them down for a game of solitaire,
the lover and the gambler.

For a brief few seconds,
as they looked around,
their eyes met in sweet seduction,
in that smoky bar downtown.

As the evening wore,
and customers began to leave,
it just left the two of them there,
the lover and the gambler.

Now if he played his cards,
close to his chest,
maybe with a bit of luck,
love would do the rest.

They looked again,
with a long lingering look.
She joined him at the table,
watched the hand that he dealt.

Each card was a heart;
cupid caught them both that night.
For now the lover and the gambler,
are now man and wife.

poem by David Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Gambler

the gambler one day
while sitting on a chair facing the sea watching the sunset
looks at the poet
like him alone on a worship of the fading day
wondering what was it that keeps
digging inside his heart

the gambler starts a conversation telling the poet that he envies his
solitude
his grace with the use of the words
his beauty and his
journey along the paths of
the spiritual and
the divine communion with God

the poet is not amazed and takes a simple gaze
at the gambler's face
he give the gamble a little smile
telling him
nothing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Occasional Blackout Feb 8th 2011

I PASSED SOME HARD WORKING ALCOHOLICS ALONG THE WAY,
EVEN SOME WHO COMMITTED SUICIDE BUT BE THAT AS IT MAY,
THOSE POOR PEOPLE SO INCLINED SHOULD BE HELPED OUT OF THEIR DISTRESS,
BUT IT DOESN’T WORK TOO GOOD WITH ALCOHOLICS, I GUESS.

I WAS ONCE AN ALCOHOLIC MYSELF SO I KNOW THEIR WAYS,
TRY TO ACT AND TALK SOBER IN THE MIDST OF CONSTANT MALAISE,
AND HIDE THE SECRET SICKNESS THAT SO FEW KNOW ABOUT,
PRETENDING WE WERE AS SOBER AS A UNIFORMED BOY SCOUT.

LIVING IN THE OCCASIONAL BLACKOUT VERY CLOSE TO THE BRINK,
WHAT DID I DO FOR THOSE FOUR HOURS AND HOW MUCH DID I DRINK?
HOW DID I GET FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY TO HERE?
DID MY CAR KNOW THE WAY AND SHOULD I LOOK AROUND IN FEAR?

IT WAS FEAR OF SCARY BLACKOUTS THAT CAUSED ME TO GO DRY,
I COULDN'T REMEMBER THOSE MANY HOURS, THE WHEN, THE WHERE OR WHY,
I LEFT MY MANY FRIENDS IN THE TAVERNS AND THOSE CLOSE KNIT BARS,
OTHERS, AMONG MY FRIENDS HAD TO GO BACK FOR SOME … CIGARS.

FEB 8TH,2011

poem by James Bredin
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Alcoholics Unanimous

ALCOHOLICS UNANIMOUS

The head of blended Spirits
saw his future looking bleak.
The case sales for Scotch Whiskey
trended downward week to week

What was the cause of this decline?
Why were sales weak as water?
To find out he relied upon
his party loving daughters.

When they reported back to him
He nearly died from shock:
Folks weren’t merely “buying down”
because they were in hock.

Instead they met in basement clubs
And sat on folding chairs
Pouring out their troubles
To such strangers as were there.

They told him of a program
That sounded like a cult:
Twelve steps to salvation-
Start with putting down the cup.

They said the former customers
Had mentors they could call
To talk them out of drinking
if they longed for alcohol.

The head of blended spirits
Hatched a bold and daring plan-
ALCOHOLICS UNANIMOUS
“The Friends of Old Grand Dad”

They’d meet in clubs and taverns
As you might surmise
And sponsored “beer pong” tournaments
with Whiskey as the prize.

The new club had its mentors too
Conveniently right in town
To talk folks into drinking
And to join them in a round.

poem by John F. McCullagh
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

He was a degenerate gambler. That is, a man who gambled simply to gamble and must lose. As a hero who goes to war must die. Show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser, show me a hero and I'll show you a corpse.

quote by Mario Puzo
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Great Gambler

The Gambler stopped a monk
dwelling on spiritual plane,
And exclaimed, "Oh! monk
we both are exactly same
So I think we both of us
deserve equal name and fame.

Monk replied, "Gambler! I put
self not a pelf at stake,
And drink bitter poison
for God's sake

Only fool would say our
lives are same
For you a game is life
for me a life is game.''

Dr Hitesh C Sheth
27/12/2009

poem by Hitesh Sheth
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Brothers All

the gambler finally finds
a conspiracy with the liar
and the thief,

father is correct, this
is the family of vice,
the eldest is the gambler,
and the younger one is the liar,
the thief is in the middle.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!