To My Friend
we meet again
and we play this game of cards
we talk about something else
some misfortunes
longings
regrets as you shuffle the cards
for another
game today
we drink
not on the same glass
we do not clink
the edges anymore
like the excitements of
past marriages
the kiss
for the bride
that the guests did ask
the throwing of the bouquet
the biting of the garter
the slicing of the
cake
& the dance and the
merrymaking of the night
till morning
my friend, i have laid all my cards
on the table
no aces, no kings
just the numbers
and i will be losing to you again
but it does not matter
what matters most
is this meeting
of our present
and future
your hands your smile
the comfort of a second home
a life extended for another turn
a hum
a whistle a brush of friendship
that must last
for my lifetime
thank you very much.
poem by Antonio Liao
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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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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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I Play
I play some card to hand over
So that the game finishes always.
The cards are fully proper
And nobody lies too much.
I lose a game when it is absurd,
I love the game that I have consulted
With open arms, the arms are long.
I play some cards to finish the game,
It is gaming always on the world,
It is rich how we obey the world.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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True Wealth Held In Hands
cards are played out upon gamble green table
cards kept passed tabled cards are all retained
like life chances taken forsaken what remains?
cheaters takers complainers purpose is aim ruled same
winners losers all played out in card cane greed game
chips are down in game romance legends claim fame
compassion love are only chips life value held in hand
all acts of kindness are stepping stones to promised land
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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.
The Gamblers
Life's a jail where men have common lot.
Gaunt the one who has, and who has not.
All our treasures neither less nor more,
Bread alone comes thro' the guarded door.
Cards are foolish in this jail, I think,
Yet they play for shoes, for drabs and drink.
She, my lawless, sharp-tongued gypsy maid
Will not scorn with me this jail-bird trade,
Pets some fox-eyed boy who turns the trick,
Tho' he win a button or a stick,
Pencil, garter, ribbon, corset-lace —
His the glory, mine is the disgrace.
Sweet, I'd rather lose than win despite
Love of hearty words and maids polite.
"Love's a gamble," say you. I deny.
Love's a gift. I love you till I die.
Gamblers fight like rats. I will not play.
All I ever had I gave away.
All I ever coveted was peace
Such as comes if we have jail release.
Cards are puzzles, tho' the prize be gold,
Cards help not the bread that tastes of mold,
Cards dye not your hair to black more deep,
Cards make not the children cease to weep.
Scorned, I sit with half shut eyes all day —
Watch the cataract of sunshine play
Down the wall, and dance upon the floor.
Sun, come down and break the dungeon door!
Of such gold dust could I make a key, —
Turn the bolt — how soon we would be free!
Over borders we would hurry on
Safe by sunrise farms, and springs of dawn,
Wash our wounds and jail stains there at last,
Azure rivers flowing, flowing past.
God has great estates just past the line,
Green farms for all, and meat and corn and wine.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Patience
Red! Red! Red!
Is there no black?
Red like the bloody earth, this pack!
Knaves! Kings! Queens!- all red!
Where are the black?
Shuffle again!
Will not the other cards come back?
The only cards to clear the brain!
Dear God, ‘twill crack!
Shuffle again!
Red! Red! Red!
Black! Black! Black!
Is there no red?
Has all the blood on earth been shed?
Each Queen! Each King! and every Jack!
Where are the red?
Shuffle again!
Has blood within the world all bled?
The millions mourning for the slain?
The million dead?
Shuffle again!
Black! Black! Black!
poem by Leon Gellert
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Nothing to declare
we need passports id-s and an
unrepeatable unique crucial numbers of a citizen
we look at those photographs with weary visa faces
that reflect a tiresome long standing in a queue
why can't we sit
we need hands palms a pointer sealed in an
unrepeatable unique crucial print of a citizen
why can't we make a handshake
we need this for the sake of neat info organization
so as not to be lost so as to be easily found
why is no one looking for us
we need health cards credit cards phone cards
business cards membership cards
why can't we discard them
we need birth school pre post BA MA PHD certificates
why can't we really sign them
we need a luggage a lift a transport a life
why can't we travel
why do we have
nothing to declare
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Dark Horse
Do you know this mysterious, serious Watt
Who sits at the game with the cards in his sleeve;
Watching and waiting
While we're calculating
The tricks and the honors? It's hard to believe
That any man use to a gamble political
COULD be so slow. And we're apt to get critical.
Why this annoying and cloying restraint?
Can't he declare when he counts up his hand?
Some say he's mutable; others inscrutable,
Counting a slam, either little or grand.
Still, he should recognise players are waiting there
While he is holding his cards, hesitating there.
Even disasterful, masterful Hughes
Pauses to think as he looks o'er his cards.
'Can he be 'cute?' he says.
'Or just a mute?' he says.
(Oh, don't this rhyming come hard on the bards?)
Still, if the 'aces' are all held by Billy, then
Watt won't declare. But the question is' Will 'e then?
E'en analytical, critical Bruce
Dares to declare he has more than his 'doots'
Though he's a Treasurer
And a shrewd measurer
Of all the chances of various 'soots' ...
So the game stands. And there's no declaration, sirs.
All's in the Game. But the STAKE is the nation, sirs!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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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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Who's To Bless And Who's To Blame
If a cheated man's a loser
And a cheater never wins
And if beggars can't be choosers
'Til they're weak and wealthy men
And the old keep gettin' older
And the young must do the same
And it's never gettin' better
Who's to bless, and who's to blame
Chorus:
All the cards are on the table
You done laid your money down
Don't complain about your chances, boy
It's the only game in town
And the meaning doesn't matter
Nor the way you play the game
To the winner or the loser
Who's to bless, and who's to blame
Chorus:
Keep your hands above the table
And your back against the wall
Toss your chips in with your chances, boy
Let 'em lay the way they fall
Cause the moral doesn't matter
Broken rules are all the same
To the broken or the breaker
Who's to bless, and who's to blame
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Amuséd and Unbuttoned
Our cards are on the table,
All my Aces are face down,
My Poker Face practised, perfect,
In for a penny or a pound?
Now the sweat beads at my temple,
I've misused my Aces High,
By sneaking one off the table,
And pressing it to my thigh.
I am not a cheat by nature,
I would win if I showed my hand,
But unveiling what's deliciously hidden,
Was always part of my plan.
You've got me where you want me,
I unbutton and strip without pause,
'A game well played' you whisper,
'I'll show you mine, since you showed me yours'
........
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Two Birthday Card Greetings!
1)
Some birthday cards are humurous
With jokes that make you smile,
Others are cute, with kittens on,
Or cherubs that beguile.
Some have flowery greetings,
Some, sentimental verse.
Some poke fun at someone's age,
While others - well, they're worse!
But my favourite kind of card is one
That comes straight from the heart.
No wit or soppy message. Just -
Happy birthday, you old f...! ! ! !
2)
Some cards are huge and colourful,
With greetings bright and cheerful.
Others are sweet or touching
And can make you feel quite tearful.
There are funny cards with jokes in,
Enough to make you titter.
Home-made cards, pricey cards
And ones all covered in glitter.
Some can be rather age-ist,
Making fun out of getting old.
While others contain messages
That are worth much more than gold.
Some cards are sentimental,
The rhymes inside quite corny,
But not this one - it simply reads:
Happy Birthday, love from Dawnie
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Whos To Bless & Whos To Blame
If a cheated mans a loser
And a cheater never wins
And if beggars cant be choosers
til theyre weak and wealthy men
And the old keep gettin older
And the young must do the same
And its never gettin better
Whos to bless, and whos to blame
Chorus:
All the cards are on the table
You done laid your money down
Dont complain about your chances, boy
Its the only game in town
And the meaning doesnt matter
Nor the way you play the game
To the winner or the loser
Whos to bless, and whos to blame
Chorus:
Keep your hands above the table
And your back against the wall
Toss your chips in with your chances, boy
Let em lay the way they fall
Cause the moral doesnt matter
Broken rules are all the same
To the broken or the breaker
Whos to bless, and whos to blame
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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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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Rancho Deluxe End Title
Rancho deluxe end title
By: jimmy buffett
1975
Cold blue morning, the game is done
Nobody lost and nobody won
So shuffle the cards up, play it again
Really dont matter, if we lose or still win
Yeah we gotta try and find a way
Bouncin around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories that we heard tell
Youre so mellow from your timber wine
>from your sweet grass foothills, to your timberline
Ah yeah we gotta try and find a way
Gonna laugh, were gonna drink, were gonna play
Oh bouncin around the mountains day to day
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Scam Reader
Who are you to tell me what tomorrow will bring
acting like you’re the next best thing.
Reading your tarot cards and interpreted by a fool,
she purposely said wrong things which where cruel.
Speaking French and acting you speak English no,
that’s ____ I think you should know.
Half of what you said wasn’t even true,
starting off with a contradiction how stupid of you.
Now if you were a true psychic you wouldn’t need your cards,
you could give me a reading in the dark.
So do your act with a French girl that believes your lies,
lies that you use to control and hypnotize.
And for Candy who says she’s my friend,
she had this planned right to the end.
What a carnival game you guys play,
well I have the last thing to say.
“I’m a gypsy lady and I have been around the block,
stick your cards up your _______ and then try to talk.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 2,2011
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Trip To Nowhere
I was born in a backstreet
Where people live a dirty life
Of course it was different most of the time
But it was not my fault
A life in hell
I saw it every morning
Dreamsndesires
Cant hide myself anymore
I tried to live in heaven
But this dream did not come true
I tried to live in heaven
Next time Ill try to knock on this door again
Ive been hunting
Day and night
Oh, Ive been losing
Please, hold me tight
Why am I here now
And what can I do
You tell me youre sorry
You know it aint true
I tried to live in heaven
But this dream did not come true
I tried to live in heaven
Next time Ill try to knock on this door again
You know what I mean
cause when you throw in the cards
Life goes on and on
Youre on a trip to nowhere
Youd better reach for the stars
Life goes on and on and on and on again
cause when you throw in the cards
Life goes on and on
Youre on a trip to nowhere
Youd better reach for the stars
Life goes on and on and on and on again
Now Im taking my chances
Everyday, everynight
You know what Im talking about, man
No more backstreet life
A life in hell
I saw it every morning
Dreams and desires
Dont hide myself anymore
I tried to live in heaven
But this dream did not come true
I tried to live in heaven
Next time Ill try to knock on this door again
You know what I mean
cause when you throw in the cards
Life goes on and on
Youre on a trip to nowhere
Youd better reach for the stars
Life goes on and on and on and on again
cause when you throw in the cards
Life goes on and on
Youre on a trip to nowhere
Youd better reach for the stars
Life goes on and on and on and on again
I made it out of this hell you know what I mean
I tried to live in heaven
But this dream did not come true
I tried to live in heaven
Next time Ill try to knock on this door again
You know what I mean
cause when you throw in the cards
Life goes on and on
Youre on a trip to nowhere
Youd better reach for the stars
Life goes on and on and on and on again
cause when you throw in the cards
Life goes on and on
Youre on a trip to nowhere
Youd better reach for the stars
Life goes on and on and on and on again
cause when you throw in the cards...
song performed by by U. D. O.
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How To Win At “no Limit Hold-em”
“Shuffle up and deal”, look at your hand
Then scan around, read other players faces
You must project you’re in total command
Confidant! A driver that wins all his races
It looks good, to play the two cards dealt
You choose to call and gently tap the felt
Aces in the hole! You’re never gonna fold
Every move you make must be controlled
Hand has hit, now own sweet time you take
Make ‘em sweat, by riffling your chip stack
Make a big raise, as cold as a rattlesnake
And make it real clear, you’re on the attack
With pocket aces you’ve got them on the run
Be absolutely sure you don’t project a “Tell”
This is a sure way for them to spoil your fun
And turn your blissful win into a living hell
The “flop” you have a “set” of aces!
You fight real hard to remain cool
Now pull up your best social graces
This night you’ll not be made a fool
Alls well, it’s down to “one on one”
It’s you and “the fish” in “heads up play”
You’re plan was to entice “player action”
So don’t allow this big fish to get away
Time to “Shoot the moon” and go “All in”
To take down this hard fought monster pot
After all winning “fair ‘n square” is not a sin
What better time than now to take your shot
You hoped he’d call and now he surely does
You declare “Three aces, don’t they look great? ”
Tables quiet, but the peanut gallery’s abuzz
“Fish” answers, “Sorry pal, I’ve gotta straight”
Alas, no two “Hole-cards” are a “Sure thing”
So always be prepared to pawn your “Bling”
poem by Ray Lucero
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