Best Cribbage Poems

Come on artists
lets play a game
its all different to me and i want you to see how i am different
and let me shine as you sign up another way 
as i prove to you my leadership of this new age wave

cards cards
give them new meanings
like...

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They Say practice makes perfect, 
But I'm only practicing Emptiness

They say it's because of heartbreak
But really I haven't had the privilege, 
The only reason for my heartache 
Is I haven't played life's cribbage...

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My Imagination Wanders  : To Be beside “YOU my Dearest Most Only Beloved Lenore”
Yet: I crawl through the crevices of the Graves, to Deep Craters, of my Living Hell
My Dearest “Nubbies“  , I was the Cribbage Champion ,the Day YOU Entered Glory
It’s so...

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Winter morning light filters through lace curtains,
Reaches down, spills onto the corner kitchen sink,
Through east and south facing windows.
The glass jar, the scrub brush and pad in plastic butter dish,
A down-turned, empty yogurt container,
The pink plastic rinse pan
Keep company around the sink's edges.
The dried-out, yellow...

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We were both born in November
               ....... just two years apart
Having you as my big sister
               ..........

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Dad is that you?    What are you doing there in the mirror?

I am trying to shave and I don’t need any help.

Do they shave in heaven or is it just cribbage and puzzles?

Do you like it there? 

 Does it matter?

Yes of...

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The Trivial Pursuits of my fun youth
involved challenge more than I’m so Sorry
or look for a Clue while driving freeway.

We’d fend off Trouble without undue Risk
during long winters playing Canasta
or racking Cranium. Wins came brisk.

Soon a rough Scrabble for food not garbage
meant skills learned with...

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ONE-WAY  TICKET


Whoever wrote the adage  -
Stone walls do not  a prison make nor iron bars a cage  -
Obviously never spent a life-sentence  in solitary  - an age.
With nothing to act as time’s gauge
Save heartbeats which tick their way through...

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Play hearts?
  No smarts

Blackjack?
  Lack knack

Go fish?
  You wish

Try bridge?
  Ask Midge

Old Maid?
  Afraid

Cribbage?
  Priv'lege

Euchre?
  Nuke her

Hold 'em?
  Fold 'em

Psst:
 Poker?
  Mediocre...

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Two old men meet for coffee
once a week at a diner while 
their wives play cribbage. 
Jim says he has a problem. 

His wife leaves the water running 
in the bathroom sink late at night.
Jim says without her hearing aids
she can’t hear the water running.

Bill...

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Like the early morning mists 
That rise from the waters’ depths
Memories emerge in swirls and twists
Foggy shadows of lives past 
Of them all, childhood scenes outlast
‘Membrances of dear, familiar faces and  
Fragmented moments of particular places
Emotions retrieved from those distant spaces.

Of my family, I...

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Generating a ring
     of bright waters, which
currently meanders, ponders,
     and then streams - twitch
ching reflexively as flora
     and fauna lap rich
text chard liquid
     timelessly streaming, rippling,

   ...

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We learned about lonely people
At a tender impressionable age

Our neighbour was sixty or so
A widower leading a quiet life

Grand-father figure to us kids
We’d drop by visit the odd afternoon

It was dark and lacked life or joy
His little house felt smoky and cloistered

He taught us how...

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Thanksgiving Day has always been a special holiday 
A long tradition celebrated with family in a joyful way 
In my younger years we went to my grandparent’s house
When I was young and single and later on with my spouse

Grampa Joe would make homemade coleslaw and...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of this stilled adolescent...
petrified, sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned, hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o' Montgomery County ne'er
went leaving larvae stage,

now no divine providential
power can assuage,
yours truly metaphorically locked
within invisible iron bound cage
every occasion to shower
validates steep wage

permanently doled...

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