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The given words:
club sting plant knead drive images
trip excuses trample string wind
trip excuses trample string wind
Suspicion on
the gambler’s club
Had been long on the cards
Youngsters who frequented
the premises took it as fun
But losing more than just
pocket money was serious
A sting could begin with a ‘plant’
akin to acts to knead
dough
to make it stretchy and elastic
by milling with the crowd
and pulling back when required
as long as one was not discovered
The drive to
get information
should not discard the clean
images of a
refined gambler
They should not trip
in their acts
No excuses to trample on
the genuine ones who took
to gambling as a vocation
A string of
successes should
Signal a wind
of change
For it was a risky venture
to be placed in a situation
of betrayal in the eyes of
the die-hard gamblers
They would not like their
activities to be flustered
It was a dangerous game
to be a police informer
For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl wordle #202
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry # 242
For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl wordle #202
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry # 242
Ah, so true...it would be a dangerous job indeed to be a police informer. Every day one would be taking a chance & hoping not to be found out.
ReplyDeleteBread is so delicious. And the process of baking it is such a wonderful analogy for what happens between marks and swindlers. The push and pull and squeeze and burn... until at the end someone gets eaten for good.
ReplyDeleterisky business to be a police informer!
ReplyDeleteOne wrong step and it could be their last. Dangerous game indeed
ReplyDeleteoh i imagine it is a deadly game to be an informer...
ReplyDeleteto tell the secrets of any subgroup of society...especially the underworld...
That would be a tricky job indeed, always on the edge, playing a part, hoping to keep the ruse up. Good going! xoox
ReplyDeleteOh I like how you kept the info of being a police informer to the very end...
ReplyDeleteYes, a dangerous game to be a police informer - or a gambler, for that matter. Nicely done, Hank!
ReplyDeleteI too loved the images and analogy you worked here as if kneading dough or needing dough!
ReplyDeleteThought it was about some young hustlers until the end - well done.
ReplyDeleteThat's a dangerous game to play indeed ~ Good one Hank ~
ReplyDeleteHank, I do think it would be rather dangerous to play the game of informer..might have to sleep with one eye open.
ReplyDeleteVery creative uses of the wordle words "plant" and "knead"--love it!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't want to end up in that situation
ReplyDeleteI've always been fascinated by police/detective work. Mainly mobsters and drug lords. Had I chosen a career path, it would have been either detective work, or psychology. I can understand the adrenaline that comes along with taking down the bad guys! Very intriguing/enthrallibg piece! It sets the scene beautifully!
ReplyDeleteVery nice and different take on the words...I like the idea of being the informer, dangerous or no...well done.
ReplyDeletehttp://soundofthewordnight.blogspot.ca/2015/03/castles-made-of-flour.html?view=classic
Invisibility and secrecy are qualities that are needed...and an insurance policy!
ReplyDeletedefinitely dangerous. everything should be studied and carefully plan or the plan will be spoiled.
ReplyDeleteI would imagine you have to have nerves of steel - in addition to being stretchy and elastic!
ReplyDeletecrafty use of images
ReplyDeletehave a nice Monday
http://myblog-verses.blogspot.com/2015/03/31.html
much love...
Great comparison of a plant to kneading bread!
ReplyDeleteI love poems like this, which tell stories. :)
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this, Hank. I love: "The drive to get information
ReplyDeleteshould not discard the clean" Sorry for the late visit, long week.
Pamela