This will be a bit of a different “form” presented this week. You choose a form with which you are very familiar, or challenge yourself with one you’ve been meaning to try. For the sake of this exercise, free verse will not be considered a “form”. Specify your chosen form and write your poem based on the theme of “LUCK”. Good luck, bad luck, it matters not. Just get lucky and get writing!
WALT’S WINDFALL:
LUCK OF THE DRAW
You need to play your cards right,
by playing the ones that are dealt you
and with some luck you just might.
You need to play your cards right,
just don’t keep playing through the night,
but bring your horseshoe and rabbit’s foot too,
You need to play your cards right,
by playing the ones that are dealt you
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
FORM: Triolet
SARA’S SAD TALE
DOWNFALL FOR LUCKY
They called him Lucky Luciano,
birth name was Charlie. He excelled
at gambling, penchant for crime.
Sentenced, then deported.
Heart attack felled him
en route to States.
Charlie’s luck
had run
out.
FORM: Nonet
Sara McNulty
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
Walt, love your word-play this morning:0 The title of the challenge and of the poem! Let’s see what form i land on when i spin the wheel. Hope to see you soon but if not sooner then later. LOTS going on today!
That’s what we do, JR. We play with words! 😉 Anxious to see what you bring to the table. Whatever you choose, I’m sure it can’t lose! Lucky you! Thanks for the compliment!
Sara, you had me at Luciano! I am obsessed with gangsters (not gangstas) and their rise and subsequent fall (they all eventually fall!). Love the nonet
My father was obsessed with them as well. Some of them lived in his neighborhood when he was growing up.
I feel a bit of a cheat, but it’s too hot to think. 😀
Fled
Luck was
a tapestry,
days of infinity.
Into your arms, a refugee
of love.
.
Cinquain: 2.4.6.8.2
Somewhere, Adelaide Crapsey is smiling.
This has me seeking asylum! No such thing as a “cheat” at least here, Marilyn.
You took this prompt to a nice place, Misk.
(A Diminished Hexaverse)
MY WISH IS ALWAYS PANNED
You talk about luck
As if all were good
And those who have it
Can wish upon stars
That make poor men kings.
I disagree.
There are two sides
To every fence:
The good, the bad.
If I could
I’d bet on
Only good
But no.
Bad luck
Wins.
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This made me smile, and gave me inspiration.
Like this poem and form, Sal.
Thanks for the form, Salvatore. I reversed it, which may or may not be cricket…
MAKING THE BEST OF IT
Luck
always
comes through,
no matter
how much I
think it won’t.
It’s always there:
in storm or fair
it fills the air
and brings despair
because the only
kind I ever see
brings with it a curse,
a sort of reverse
serendipity.
But, what the hey, it’s mine.
Although my luck is bad,
it’s all I’ve ever had;
it somehow makes me glad:
I’d much prefer a pall
than have no luck at all.
We’ll call it a Maximized Hexaverse, and say it fits the requirement. (Although if it’s a poem and this prompted you to write it, it already did fit!) Well done, Will!
A Reverse Hexaverse but straightaway excellent!
Master of rhymes and wit, you…
I am smiling . . .that is a good thing. Splendid job on this, William.
my buddy, Mike, said he’d like to order a set of nesting bowls with a haiku, but he did not know how, so…
How to Order
Multi-colored bowls
nesting in perfect sequence
life’s joyful mixture
…you wrote the order for him! How magnanimous, Daniel!
Well-done! A very good haiku because it impacts on two levels.
Yes. I wish I could write like that.
Well, I think you solved his problem, and wrote a fine haiku in the process.
Haiku
Luck has taken leave?
Stalk him! Seek him out each day,
with each rising sun.
Nurit Israeli
Great advice here, Nurit! Seize the luck!
Trying, Walt, with each rising sun…
My dad used to say, “If wishes were horses,beggars could ride,” implying that wishing is wasted time. Active seeking, though, may be something else. Very thoughtful piece.
Thanks, William! Too scary not to seek (and trust…)
Well said, and good advice.
Lucky Kid – Tricube
take a chance
try your luck
just a buck
carnival
came to town
I was broke
found a dime
on the ground
lucky day
I wake up each morning, I feel lucky! Embrace the lucky day, Candy!
How true
BIG smile here.
GRIN!
front porch table–
same pot of blooming shamrocks
third house and counting
Sounds like a growth spurt of luck, Pat! Thanks for joining the fray!
I love the picture this paints/
Sonshine
When luck is down, my prayers go up,
And I request He fill my cup.
At times, I feel that I will drown,
My prayers go up, when luck is down.
When feeling blue, I sing to Him,
Thought it may sound so dull and grim.
It’s just a thing, I’ve got to do.
I sing to Him, when feeling blue,
Like after rain, the sun appears
His still small voice comes to my ears
He comforts me in all my pain.
The sun appears, like after rain.
Anybody remember what this form is called?
I hear well-written iambics and aabb rhyming; can’t remember the b=name of the form, though.
Even If I Could
(ZaniLa Rhyme)
Life has been interesting so far
Nothing really to redo
Even if I could, don’t think I would
Take a chance on missing out on you
Since the day you walked into my life
Things just couldn’t be better
Don’t think I would, even if I could
Change one single minute or letter
What’s behind is already written
What ahead is still unknown
Even if I could, don’t think I would
Want to know what is for now unknown
I’ll trust God with the minor details
So far we’ve had a great life
Don’t think I would, even if I could
Disagree with His choice for my wife
© Earl Parsons
This somehow reminds me of Ogden Nash’s “Tin Wedding Whistle.” Lovely.
Lucky Girl
Across the return of spring-like green, surreal
After the laughter of warm August rain
The poet gazes and spins thought’s word-wheel
Willing the whisper of Muse to her brain
Sweet summer morning, unravel a poem
Revive her blight-stricken, heat-smitten mind
Blind her to the kinder duties of home
Where sometimes Poem is so hard to find
Grant this Canuck a bit of Irish luck
Charm Time’s fresh offspring with iambic smile
Humor her hunger with rhymes that don’t suck
Let her be a Lucky Girl for a while
Walt called me Lucky Girl yesterday, so I typed the title
And hoped he was right;-)
Better late than never…
The girl may be lucky, but the poetry is skillful.
I wish I could say I’m hardly wrong, but reading you all these years, you have so much going on! And honestly, that’s not luck. It’s a blessing. Bring it as late as you want. I’ll find it. I usually do! We’re the lucky ones to have you!
William and Walt, thank-you! You both have blessed me in fathoms!
Agreed!
oops. realized i forgot to add this:
Form: Quatrain
Poetry Definition of Quatrain
A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. In the basic form, Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables.