Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
quote by Jack London
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THE Cards
All cards are marked it's a game of chance
Fate collides leading us a merry dance
Slight of hand very quick
Nine or twenty one card trick
Luck never gives it only lends
Playing the cards always contends
Fate never looses it deals so svelte
It was always to be the hand that was dealt
So now all cards are marked
And all fates will collide
When at the table you next reside.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Widows
My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
my grandmother taught all her daughters.
Midsummer: too hot to go out.
Today, my aunt's ahead; she's getting the good cards.
My mother's dragging, having trouble with her concentration.
She can't get used to her own bed this summer.
She had no trouble last summer,
getting used to the floor. She learned to sleep there
to be near my father.
He was dying; he got a special bed.
My aunt doesn't give an inch, doesn't make
allowance for my mother's weariness.
It's how they were raised: you show respect by fighting.
To let up insults the opponent.
Each player has one pile to the left, five cards in the hand.
It's good to stay inside on days like this,
to stay where it's cool.
And this is better than other games, better than solitaire.
My grandmother thought ahead; she prepared her daughters.
They have cards; they have each other.
They don't need any more companionship.
All afternoon the game goes on but the sun doesn't move.
It just keeps beating down, turning the grass yellow.
That's how it must seem to my mother.
And then, suddenly, something is over.
My aunt's been at it longer; maybe that's why she's playing better.
Her cards evaporate: that's what you want, that's the object: in the end,
the one who has nothing wins.
poem by Louise Gluck
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Hope
When I do not understand the darkness,
the things that prison you away from me
at places where no light can fall
it’s as if my whole life is extradited
to the one or other power
which destiny claims as its own
and I am just another player
who in Black Jack can count cards
but this is a totally different game
where the power of destiny
and of luck
always has the upper hand
and at times like in Hearts
you fold
and put your cards down on the table
and not always
are dealt the right, the best hand
by forces which you do not comprehend
are forced
to keep on playing the game
while life keeps on
dealing out new cards
and at times the loss is far greater
than you can comprehend
and you loose the hope
of a new tomorrow, of deliverance
somewhere along the way
and wonder about the hope,
the power of love.
[Reference: Hoop (“Hope”) by Mandi Engelbercht Out of: Speel vir Tyd.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Winner Take All
Written by dennis deyoung, charles lofrando
Lead vocals by james young
Youve got to be strong
If youre going to make it baby
Youve got to stand tall
If youre going to survive
So just take my hand
And Ill show you how to feel alive
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Winner take all
Thats the way I play it
Playing my cards as the world goes by
Winner take all
Thats the way that I get high
You live your own life
Always needing someone baby
Then I appear to answer your call
Together I know
We can ride the highway past them all
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Winner take all
Thats the way I play it
Playing my cards as the world goes by
Winner take all
Thats the way that I get high
High high
Winner take all
Thats the way I play it
Playing my cards as the world goes by
Winner take all
Thats the way that I get high
song performed by by Styx
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Solitair, a teacher
Solitaire is a card game
Developed for playing
By self with no opponent
The fact is you are
Playing your own self
This is what
Solitaire teaches you
You shuffle cards
You distribute them
Upside down
Over eight or ten rows
Not knowing which card
Lays where and in what order
Keeping only the top layer open
You start arranging
Cards in descending order
As you move an open card
The card immediately under
Opens up
The card opening up may or may ot be
Matching your requirements
While opening up card
Depends on your luck
Card moving is totally
Left to you and
A lot depends on your skill
But you keep playing
Till the time either you win
By accumulating suits in order
Or when you get stuck
With no more moving of cards possible
And you lose the game
Life is like that only
And as in solitaire you play it alone
Though you seemingly have partners
And you must know that
You are all alone playing your game
You act on visible opportunities
And as you act upon this
New venues opening up
One by one
Either to your surprise or shock
Still you keep playing the game of life
Expecting each time when you act
There will be favourable changes
And with further scopes for gaining
The only difference is that
You quit the game in solitaire
But in life the game leaves you
At its discretion
Leaving you to wonder
Whether you are a winner or loser
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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No Thanks Is Needed
It is a good feeling
when you help someone in distress,
impart on them the knowledge
that you have gained.
You feel a great satisfaction
and no thanks is needed.
You are doing something
we should all do at times,
holding out our hand and helping another.
Each of us has been given a gift
and it is how we use that gift
which is the important thing.
If we use that gift
to import happiness into someone’s life
making them feel better within themselves.
How wonderful we feel
whenever they smile with satisfaction
knowing they have done something
to make a dream come true.
We need no thanks for this,
as it is what everyone should do.
Holding out a helping hand
no matter how far it has to stretch
and we can then rest on these words.
Do onto others, as you would
have them do onto you.
7 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Holding My Own
There are people who don't know me
Who must think I got it made
From all outward appearances
I guess it looks that way
I got good friends and family
They let me know they care
I got a job to keep me going
And a car to get me there
I'm holding my own
But I'd rather be holding you
I can make it alone
But not like I made it with you
Without you here
This house just ain't no home
How long can I go on holding my own
There's a brand new show that's playing
At the movies down the street
I probably go there after work
Then stop somewhere to eat
I got cable on my TV
And I'll leave her on all night
While I dose off to sleep
And dream that I'm alright
I'm holding my own
But I'd rather be holding you
I can make it alone
But not like I made it with you
Without you here
This house just ain't no home
How long can I go on holding my own
How long can I go on holding my own
song performed by by George Strait
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Christmas Lesson 2008
Years ago I opened a special Christmas present.
It was from my uncle, sort of a surprise.
All that was inside was a deck of playing cards.
Maybe he hadn't seen my list or knew my size.
When I thanked him anyway he said,
'Do you knew how to play
Cards for pushups? '
As he smiled in his way.
Cards for pushups?
It can get pretty hard.
You shuffle, turn one over.
Do what's in the card.
Ace, do 15. Face card, do 10.
Others by the numbers count.
Takes a lot of work for two
As the discards start to mount.
It's not like poker.
No bluff to call.
When it's your turn,
You have to do them all.
Who wins doesn't matter,
As I now explain to my grandson,
'The object is just don't quit
Until the deck is done.'
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.
No Matter How Handsome and Tall
No matter how Handsome and Tall -
No matter how more Beautiful than all-
No matter how Great-
No matter how Courageous and Strong -
No matter how Loving and Kind-
No matter how Good as Good can be-
No matter how much of All and Everything,
In every way and form
No matter who one is
And what one is
And how much they give
And how life is made better or more beautiful by them-
No matter how Big or how Small
Each one of us
In the end,
In one real sense,
Nothing at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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(Political Poem) Citizen Soldier
The sick getting sicker.
Based on greed can you feel the energies.
It's only neglect, now is not the time to fret.
I say bullshit
Were down not out.
Listen to us shout
we are the people.
An individual who has rights.
Our vote better mean something our whats the point.
Business is the only other avenue.
Start with something small make it tall.
From the ground up.
Oh money talks.
I hear it in volumes.
Poor mans blues.
They can see you.
Hypnotize we are not.
Whose really holding the cards.
I think we do.
Citizen soldier, sorry but we must put that rebellion down.
I'll continue write to you no matter what happens.
Ideological just maybe.
Unfaithful and woe is me.
You cant change my destiny.
It just wasn't in the cards.
A freak you are
but it will never be enough.
A joy ride around town to get me to the ground.
A fools the one that gets impounded.
A touch of phobia,
a touch of vanity,
pure insanity.
I choose to live and let live
Someday maybe she will forgive.
Because I can no longer see the pearls in her curls.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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No Matter What
(first verse)
Yeah
Yeah
How did it come to this
After all we been through
Two of a pair now on opposite sides
From the very start with honor we dueled
We watched each other's back
And we battled with pride
We're closer than brothers
Now we're have to fight each other
And we trust our fate
To the heart of the cards
(chorus)
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever
No matter what
(second verse)
Yeah
Yeah
It's been you and me
Hanging out playing games
Didn't ever think it would get this hard
Times running out
And so much at stake
Everything riding on the turn of a card
We'll show them what we're made of
As we fight for the ones we love
And we'll be friends to the very end
(chorus)
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever
No matter what
(third verse)
Yeah
I don't wanna give up
But I will never give in
Don't wanna duel with my very best friend
We're an equal match
And we win every play
With so much at stake
I just can't walk away
Though I need a victory
You always meant the world to me
And that's one thing that will never change
(chorus)
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever, yeah
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever
No matter what
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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Feels So Good
Feels good
Im stranded on a spaceship hideaway
And something makes me think Im here to stay
Im so happy where I am
Feels good
Ive journeyed to the other atmospheres
And every breath I take just makes it clear
Im holding heaven in my hands
Its automatic baby and it feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
These extra-sensory sensations
Are causing me some complications
Electrostatic information
Feels good
Im playing with a pleasure trafficker
Arriving soon intergalactica
Im holding heaven in my hands
Its automatic baby and it feels good
Feels good
Feels good
Feels good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels good
Im stranded on a spaceship hideaway
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Grandma
Grandma wish you were here
the walks and the talks and playing with chalk
make me miss you most
sitting around the table playing cards
watching you dance the cards around
listening to the stories of old
boy, do i remember them well
it's been years since you gone to a better place
I miss you so
trips to the store, we enjoyed
Miller's Store small, but busy
tell me about the candies we will buy
butterscotch was our favorite
Grandma, I miss you so
thanks for sharing your stories
being my friend, giving me time
I will always have you in my dreams
walking to the store, dancing cards
love you so, missing you most
Grandma's gone, but her soul is here
poem by Michael Peterson
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Bread And Wine!
i saw the buddha
in the eyes of the prisoner,
waiting to be executed.
our system of justice,
demands retribution,
as long as it's someone else!
preferably,
someone poor,
addicted, uneducated,
black, Hispanic,
or just plain old
white trailer trash.
the homeless man,
the man who's lost it all,
the man with no job,
no future, no dream...
no one will miss them anyway!
while the 'gods of success',
wheel and deal on the market,
playing with lives,
as if playing cards.
starting wars that make them rich,
raping the planet, even richer!
and taking from the poor,
always the poor.
immune?
above the law?
a different set of rules,
and a phony morality.
they kill the buddha
for bread and wine...
bread made of flesh,
wine made of blood!
the cost of justice...
afforded by the few!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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