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Anti-oulipo
chance was my pen
an egg my clock
Poems on the topic: chance
Poems on the topic “chance” on Poets.by.
The book-lover’s blues
chance is a good companion
but needs are the greatest confidants
I love sometimes
and sometimes I do not care
a woman is lovely but I suffer
God forgive me for my books
Player
chance is a wan meat
after cards
to cards again
lost as a kiss at prayers
Speculators
a pleasant day is worth little
to the lords of chance
that great crowd
like lousy hair dressed in feathers
hanging one another’s heads
and laughing to see a wart a red eye
no beauty left to look upon
and no other mirth
Among royals
the barber of the king
observing the results of chance
is alone in his private wonder
that rites at court grow every day
that the queen’s hand challenges the wind
that a skull is dead to prayers
Unreal estate
The law stole my home—
that batten of here and pretty
condemned
like a chance god
or the last state’s coin.
The invention of heaven
Ice all about.
In the temple, I found Chance
drawn like a home.
Proverbial (1)
Chance is a rogue: my clothes tore.
I saw no peace, my wife being impatient to buy it.
A rabbit and lobster desire to marry, it is said.
Engrossed
All is perfect:
engrossed in time and chance,
I despair, bark
at the clock, write
late and low.
The Lasting Supper
A chapel for Chance,
with organ and singing
and a sermon like a supper by proxy,
persuading me while at supper
to supper after supper.
Self-Reflection
Me: my extreme business.
I see my father, that wit,
the war with chance.
My lord Me, we turn.
From the classifieds
Found: good view, in a book.
Found: no answer at all. Rope.
Found: a Ford (our own).
Found: great odds. A fine thing.
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