Best Card Table Poems

My mah jongg buddies came today
(We’re 5 if all are able)
And thus it was my turn, as host,
To prep the folding table.

It mostly lives behind...

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"That Dark Place"

that place 

where hope waits torturously in vain 
and strength is found cloaked in the kinder darkness 
it waits patiently in that remote...

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Voting day at long last has arrived.
Scrambling through closet,
a cavernous space in accumulation.
In the deepest darkest corner, 
purpose achieved, 
garnering my three by five inch...

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Well! How ya doin' ? Come on in,
the door ain't got no lock,
and let me help you sit right down
before you die of shock.
Yes, home...

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Clubs.
Diamonds
Hearts.
Spades

Some are red,
Some are black,
Some are high,
Some are low.

If you are a bridge player, 
you know that some suits are better than others.
My family of...

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When I was a young boy of about eight years old, we lived in a neighborhood, high up on a hill, on the outskirts of...

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Kicking up dust with my Mary Jane shoes
too many years ago now to be counted
in the darkening shadows of one bronze summer day
I was holding...

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Snow storm on Christmas Eve.
Santa’s sleigh Church Services cancelled.
Stranded sitting out the storm with family.
Christmas story read lots of presents under the tree.
Ripped open the...

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a robin chirping near the window 
serves up a delicious bit of melancholy

on the living room floor an air mattress 
quietly cajoles my sciatic nerve

this...

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My mother played solitaire, 
Dozens of varieties, 
With a miniature deck of cards
That traveled with her
When she visited her children.
She lived with me, but
She couldn’t...

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How will I know when to leave? I asked my mother.
“You’ll know,” she told me.
I was going to visit my father on an Alzheimer’s unit.
I...

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Warmth,

The other side has called
her winter's finally born
the geese are flying east
the pain has left her mark

X's no longer stay
they just go
as the hurt 
forages...

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A warm comforting home environment environment adorned with
paintings, cushions,flowers, soft couches, afternoon sunlight
Streaming through laced windows breathing out cooking aromas
of chicken soup and incense fragrance...

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In colors this canvas reminds me of our plastic card table cover
The one in reds and blacks that helped us to learn bridge
Mom did not...

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THERE WERE 4 ROOMS, 0 TOYS, AND ENOUGH PEOPLE TO EQUAL 1 HEART BEAT
MY GRANDMOTHER AND I RESIDED AT 401 WEST OLEY
WHERE MEMORIES WERE CREATED...

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