Long Solitaire Poems
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Awareness floods my veins
The eyes are open now
Truth fills the soul,
Rushes into the hidden corners
Revelations fall into place
Snap to attention
Like dominoes or perfect solitaire
Razors chilled to freezing
Slice my mind,
Galvanize my sight
While ice claws my lungs---
Breath slowing to a ragged rattle,
I can't think,
I can only write my reactions
To my crucifixion
At your unwitting hands---
Sometimes the pain isn't so blatant.
Sometimes it's subtle shadings,
Intricate turnings of pink---
Lace bonds that constrict
Gently, slowly about the heart...
Unnoticed until they've caused pain for some time.
By then they've cut too deeply,
Become too embedded to remove.
Don't get me wrong---
In some veiled, perverse way,
I enjoy it---
I enjoy learning nothing
From my mistakes---
Playing Group Solitaire
Daddy's watching the big game in his man cave with the boys
He works hard and he plays hard loving all his expensive toys
Mommy's on her cell phone in her room talking to her girlfriend
Wondering why her marriage feels like it's soon coming to an end
Sarah's texting her new boyfriend, that no one knows, things she should not
She has no self esteem but hey! look that's what her parents taught
Jimmy's in his room on his cell phone surfing on the net hard core ****
His Dad doesn't teach him anything, he wishes he was never born
So this is family life in the modern world, isn't technology great?
Why not talk to each other, spend time together, before it is too late!
John Derek Hamilton
April 07,2016
I will beat you black and blue
and even add in purple too,
I’d rather not be hurting you,
have a chat and lager drink
exchanging thoughts that we think
end the night with breath that stink
over toilets people kitchen sinks,
next day saying oh what a night
and it weren’t December or 63,
the 23rd night of September it be,
is this plagiarising lyrically
you tell me, probably, possibly,
twenty first not twenty three
no today's the twenty fourth
I'm still drunk like a dead horse
did they copyright the copyright sign,
a poem write with no thought in mind
the winding road climbs decline
no transportation walk the hill
no chance mate not how I feel
display a random writing skill
tried to stop no brake or will
no take a break rolling wheels
strolling hills can't stay still
a few minutes of the day now passed
time to get up of my donkey
Why did I write this stupid rhyme
I’m just here killing time
I don’t do crosswords or solitaire
I just ramble on and go no where
See you later hope that was fun
If it weren’t write your own bloody one
Around since 1885,
These playing cards contain
A fascinating history
That Google helped obtain.
My favorite fact’s from World War II.
(It’s more than rumored lore.)
Some special decks were sent as gifts
To prisoners of war.
These U.S. soldiers, held in camps
In Germany, did learn
That moistening the cards would yield
A map for their return.
Escape routes cleverly concealed
Within the layered cards
Would likely not be noticed by
The German soldier guards.
In Vietnam, as well, some decks
With only Ace of Spades,
Were sent to the Americans
To use in jungle raids.
The Viet Cong were so afraid
Of how this Ace appeared,
Just seeing one would make them flee
So villages were cleared.
While we are playing Solitaire,
Casino, War or Spit,
We should remember how those cards
Helped troops, if just a whit.
A tale of a lady in waiting.....
Emily did speed dating,
For her swain she is waiting,
Emily, anticipating,
Hopes fantasising,
Are her nuptials nearing?
Is today that diamond appearing?
Shall she have a solitaire ring?
Preceding her white wedding?
Now her swain is appearing,
He has a burning question,
She waits for his suggestion,
She's the lady in waiting,
Is her swain proposing?
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He sighs heavily,
"Here is my question burning,
I ask my soul's deep yearning."
Emily waits for a diamond ring,
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
Swain whispers breathily,
The lady is waiting.....
"Can you marinate chicken wings?"
He yells angrily,
"That's rude, that's crude!
That's the last time I see you!"
Now her own wings she is marinading,
Does she resume speed dating?
Does Emily ever stop dreaming?
Solitaire ring anticipating,
The lady is waiting....
The lady is waiting....
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting.......
A man without a car is a poor fellow,
It’s like a cowboy without a horse, a lonely soul,
He doesn’t know what to do or who to visit in the ranches,
He walks alone in Los Angeles or Dallas,
He can’t visit the great rivers of Utah,
Nor go to photograph the mighty bisons,
Everything is complicated without a car, without a horse,
The cowboy can’t dress himself in California,
He can only feed on salads or sweet poetry;
Everything is difficult, buying a book, a new razor,
Look at the shooting stars above Lake Powell,
Everything is so far away, the flowers on the green hills,
A cowboy without a horse is not free, poor fellow
He can’t cross the Grand Canyon or Arizona fields,
He sees no sun, nor can he meet again his friends,
The gold diggers, the noisy saloons, the poor fellow,
The poor fellow, he is not master of his destiny.
Un homme sans voiture, c’est un pauvre bougre,
C’est comme un cowboy sans cheval, sans âme,
Il ne sait que faire, ni qui visiter dans les ranchs,
Il marche solitaire dans Los Angeles ou Dallas,
Il ne peut visiter les grandes rivières D’Utah,
Ni s’en aller photographier les puissants bisons,
Tout est compliqué sans voiture, sans cheval,
Le cowboy ne peut s’habiller en Californie,
Il ne peut que se nourrir de salades ou de poésie ;
Tout est difficile, acheter un livre, un rasoir neuf,
Regarder les étoiles filantes au-dessus du Lake Powell,
Tout est si loin, les fleurs sur les collines vertes,
Un cowboy sans cheval, n’est pas libre, vous dis-je,
Il ne peut traverser le Grand Canyon, ni l’Arizona,
Il ne voit de soleil, ni ne peut retrouver ses amis,
Les chercheurs d’or, aux saloons bruyants, le pauvre,
Le pauvre bougre, il n’est pas maitre de son destin.
PS, when i come back from the garage friday, i was the happiest man of the world
Out here in the outpost
I guard the borderland
“Over and out” – I lose the call
And you are out again
This is my shout out
From the hinterland
“Roger, Roger” at my post
But you are – out – again
You do not deem to call
While my receiver’s on
I fiddle with the dial
But – static – is the tongue
Cold the rime upon the pane
That crackles to the sound
Of Solitaire I muster out
– And the hand that I put down
Is a winner, at its best
– It seems the Ace is high –
– And here my friendly guest
Just winks an evil eye –
The creaking of my little hut
Is charged with energy
Buffeted by winds about
– thou art mine enemy! –
Cold the outer fathoms
And in the frozen stasis
White is in the noise
And silence in the spaces
The dark outside is deep
Did I just hear a knock?
– it’s just the knock, knock
Knocking of my beating heart
– Cornered as a winter mouse
Frightened from its nest
I startle to the voice I hear
And flee my inner guest
Nathan Gilmore hit the news
Was it his bloodline or did he choose STUDY GUIDE
A life to kill, a life to die
Was he trained or is it lies
Propaganda still it reigns
Still... it's there to fill our brains
A poor man's game of solitaire
A piece of fat from those who care
When they’ve taken all but your last best
Take all you won so they don’t forget
But if you bet and do not win
Acknowledge one day you will try again
Don’t let pity still your gains
You earned that gold, you won the game
Friendly wagers are never lost
But make sure you can cover cost
Well fed, you look but can you play
Or are you one with something to say
I've but a moment or two to spare
Please don’t stutter and don’t be scared
Yes, to you, it's important though
But if you don’t speak up, I must hurry and go
Choose your words wisely, think before speak
Ask me questions but please keep it brief
The answers are foreign some call them trash
So, ponder your choices before your question is asked.
It's so mild in the quite suburbs
with rain falling in October,
and unable to sleep, I face
insomnia for certain;
rain, keep on falling and let me hear
that steady, pelting sound on
the closed windows....a melody for
the saddest song should be written.
I must choose the right mood,
a minor scale to match this melancholy,
and a slow tempo growing into a crescendo,
and I could even throw in a scherzo;
and transport it with a C Major to smooth
some sadness out of the melody,
which tomorrow somebody
will hum, or whistle by learning the easy tune.
Hoping this song will be a hit,
thanks to the falling rain
in October for the sudden inspiration...
when I couldn't think of anything else!
Wishing the rain would stop at six,
so I could see the rising sun across
the eastern sky and listen to the lark
that built his nest under my windowsill.
It's past sunrise, and the shimmering clouds hesitate to leave,
and with nothing to look forward to... I must believe
that the rain falling in October,
can teach me the game of solitaire;
and pinned against my warm pillow,
I don't have anything to share but sorrow!
Flap your wide wings, friendly lark and repeat my song,
note by note; and without a lead sheet, I can't play it for very long...
Copyright by Andrew Crisci
Here I sit playing solitaire,
red queen on black king,
sister number one, so special to you,
black queen on red king,
another special gift is sister number two.
Ten of hearts on jack of spades,
the wrong one you find,
after trying so long,
but you loved him just the same.
Queen of diamonds on king of clubs.
No, clubs and diamonds are not compatible.
I change it to queen of hearts,
Your dad deserves the best.
Red two on black three,
red diamond on black club,
Seven on eight, eight on nine,
all of your friends and people you find dear
are hidden in the cards.
I play each one looking for you.
Ahhh, there you are, the ace of hearts.
I lie you gently in place,
your king of hearts just below you
and continue turning the cards,
but there are no more I can play,
lost again.
I look at each one as I put them away
wondering where I fit in.
There I am,
the Joker,
left in the box.
07/26/2017