Jacta Alea Est Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

JACTA ALEA EST

One world penetrates another:
roleplay cad-I-lack, Rolls, turn into casino.

One stage upstages another:
dice roll at sixes and sevens.

One wish collides with another,
shuffled hands wrung sans sleight of hand.

One ball follows another reel
steals into black hole, alack
sees red upon green baize.

One card hides behind another
where kings and queens signify nothing.

One [s]take's raised: another
ace outbluffs poker face buff.

Bank deal breaks idyll: another
soul's goals slide from real-I-tease.



1 October 1997 revised 1 July 2007,26 January 2010 and 5 March 2011
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Previous title Alea

for previous versions see below
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ALEA

One world rides into another
as roleplay cad-I-lack rolls turns into casino.

Short stack folds as another
fans shorter lived self-conceit.

One role folds into another
as dice roll at sixes and sevens.

Long face blows hot and cold as another
buff advances a round bound to chance bluff.

One wish collides with another
as shuffled hands are wrung sans sleight of hand.
wishful thinking's inklings vain.

One pole coincides with another
as ball steals into a black hole
or sees red upon green baize.

One card hides behind another
where kings and queens signify nothing.

Make good money belt stripped from another
turns into takeaway regret, bets hedged.

One stake raised as another
ace highjacks yet another other with poker face.

Stake raked calls shaky fake's bravado bluff
as mistake bakes apple pie, takes and eats cake.

One dream bank breaks, as another
goal glides from real-I-tease.


1 October 1997 revised 1 July 2007 and 26 January 2010
robi03_0852_robi03_0000 VXX_CJX

for previous version see below
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ALEA

One world rides into another
as cad-I-lack rolls turns into the casino.

One role folds into another
as the dice roll at sixes and sevens.

One wish collides with another
as shuffled hands are wrung sans sleight of hand.

One pole coincides with another
as the ball steals into a black hole
or sees red upon the green baize.

One card hides behind another
where kings and queens signify nothing.

One stake is raised as another
ace jacks up yet another other with poker face.

One dream bank breaks, as another
goal glides from real-I-tease.




1 October 1997
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poem Alea © Jonathan Robin