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Every week, my dearest day
is when my buddies and I partake and play
our regular contest of cards.
What's great about codgers and cards
that would make an old duffer's day
and inspire pensioners to play?
I dunno, but I think I will peacefully play
with these jokers, and cut ups, and cards,
and these goofballs till my dying day.
It's our day - time to play cards - goodbye!
Sitting at the blackjack table
Blowing the best years of his life
One card at a time
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Long and lonely are those restless nights
As you toss and turn under neon lights
This city's heart can be oh so cruel
When dog-eat-dog is the Golden Rule
Where everything in life's for sale
In a rat-race on the grandest scale
Attracting suckers from all around
Full of hopes and dreams and Vegas bound
And I like many whose eyes are starred
Praying for the turn of a friendly card
Still trapped like that rat from Spring through Fall
Wave goodbye to the biggest fool of all
When Santa played poker with Grinch
He knew that if he gave an inch
The vile Grinch-like mind
Thinks one of a kind
A card hand that wins in a pinch
Though Santa was quick on his feet
None of his elves were deadbeat cheats
Grinch yelled, “Sakes alive
I win with a five.”
So Santa got up from his seat
And said, “Grinchy, though you’re my friend,
This card game has come to an end.
Coz no five of hearts,
Nor your lack of heart,
Are prized hands, even in pretend.”
Let's play this round of bridge with no-trumps.
No suit is designated as the trump suit.
Alas, the emperor has no clothes!
The suit he wears is threadbare,
It's so light and it fits perfectly.
It's so regal and exquisite.
The suit of silk and gold
holds all who see it spellbound,
"But he hasn't got anything on,"
a little child said,
before being hushed,
and rushed away.
The royal trumps had their sway.
One card two card three
when's it going to be my turn
skip-bo not for me
Petal-pushers and hula hoops
‘Greasy Kid Stuff’ – smear on the goop
Baseball card gum that tastes like rubber
That amazing stuff called ‘flubber’
Dino the Dinosaur and the Texaco Man
Mumblety-peg and Kick the Can
Sky King and Wyatt Earp
Slowpokes you loved to slurp
All that’s gone now, replaced by video games
~ They all seem the same
Lay down misère faceoff
In 500 card game
The open misère bid
To lose all tricks
Is a no-trump call.
Cards on hand
Numbers and Faces
Two colors not blonde
Kins that bond
Form in lines
Like bordelines
Round or Chinky
Winky or rinky
Question you asked
Answered or basked
Last card in line
Tossed or flipped
End of the line
Fun playing the cards,
Win, lose, one always must choose.
Card games never lame.
The cards of one’s life are faced up, Sometimes down.
Oftentimes no on ever heed the next card dealt. Life
Is full of obstacles, transgressions, goals, ups, downs.
Playing the game of life although one may master at winning oftentimes count your chances of losing at times
Playing the game of life.
The ten of clubs,
The card of snubs.
And always passed on by.
For if you care,
To see it there,
You groan a little sigh
The value place,
But not the face,
Of kings and queens and jacks.
Yet still outranked,
And not as thanked,
Just slipping through the cracks.
A diamond shines.
The heart confines,
A game upon it’s own.
The pointed spade,
Much like a blade,
Is feared when it is thrown.
But not the club,
A rounded stub.
A suit not as reviled.
The ten of which,
Has carved the niche,
Of cards, the middle child.
don’t call him a baby...
don’t make fun of his tears...
his soul’s tender —
he runs and hides,
under a chromatic beanbag
with a dark emotional spectrum.
when he returns to play Sleeping Queens,* he
sniffles, wipes tears on his sleeve (and yours)
“You hurt my feelings.”
you find yourself not unlike the Road Runner**
sailing off a cliff —
suspended in animation.
the reward of leaning in,
hearing what this little soul has to say,
realizing your fool mistake,
this time taking the time
to explain what his limited mind
can take,
then you hug the stuffings
out of the little ruffian***
but only if you can catch him.
10/24/2019
*Card Game
**Cartoon
***Here ruffian is used as a term of endearment
For jacks or better or two pairs, I just get even money.
When this is the best I get, it is no longer funny.
Each time I try to get a winning combination,
getting unwanted cards causes me some frustration.
What brings me ruin is often my own greed.
A royal flush would be a dandy thing indeed.
However, I fall short by one card again.
I have an ace, king, queen, jack, but no ten.
If this keeps happening, then I'm a fool to play.
I just have to get up enough willpower to walk away.