The Casino

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    The Casino

    A twinge of anxiety and anticipation,
    I feel as if I can't get through the
    door fast enough, almost as if someone
    is dragging me to the entrance.

    Once in, I hear those sounds,
    ding, ding, ding
    the slot machines.
    People talking, laughing, yelling
    as their winnings go higher and
    higher.

    Lights flashing, all different colors,
    numbers flashing as amounts rise to
    thousands, ten-thousands, and even
    hundred-thousands of dollars,
    on the progressive machines.

    I walk through the maze of machines, searching,
    searching for the right one to play, I hear it calling, "Here I am, let's play!"
    The feeling in my gut says,
    "Aw what the hell,take a chance."

    I put my card in the slot and load the monster
    up with my cash, I enter another world,
    mesmerized.

    I watch five lines spinning, sucking my cash
    down at sixty cents a spin.
    As they stop spinning, one line at a time,
    from left to right, knowing that if the icons
    in the first three lines match or not, will make
    me a winner or a loser.

    HOORAY!!!!!!!
    The screen fills up with matching icons,
    left to right and top to bottom.
    Victory music starts to play from the machine,
    Icons of coins start flying across the screen
    from both sides, winnings are adding up,
    I just won six-hundred dollars!

    My heart and my head say "I should cash out
    and go home," but the gambler in me says
    "maybe I can turn six-hundred dollars into
    nine-hundred dollars."

    So I sit there, pushing the button, hypnotized,
    as the screen spins and spins.
    An invisible anchor keeps me tied to my chair
    as I feed my winnings back into the monster with the insatiable appetite for all my money.
    I watch as my cash dwindles away.

    A floor attendant comes by and gives me a soft
    drink and water, but no matter how much water
    or soft drinks I drink, My mouth remains dry,
    my butt is numb and my wallet is empty.

    With a twinge of despair, I get up to leave, I
    realize I've lost all my money.
    "Oh well, at least I had a great time doing it!"

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    latinangel commented on The Casino

    09-13-2009

    I agree great imagery and description. I felt like it was me sitting there losing all my money. Those machines can be addictive. Once I was in Vegas with a friend and he taught me to play black jack. Then he got upset when I won $500 much faster than he did. When I hit $550 I started to lose and decided it was time to cash out. He got up to $1000. I told him he should stop but he insisted he was on a roll. He put the whole $1000 down and lost it. He never wanted to play with me again. LOL Great job on this poem.

    Rendida commented on The Casino

    08-07-2009

    gosh I feel like I'm righ there in the casino with you make it all come alive. great poem

    StandingBear commented on The Casino

    07-24-2009

    A well written work relating the casino experience of most people. Great entertainment. Great write.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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