Canasta Poems - Poems about Canasta

...Without a word we get aboard New lease of life I have to hold You didn’t tell, but it’s okay I knew the schedule for today We’ve got a lot of alco stuff And dainty food, more than enough A f......

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...If you have bridge chairs, playing bridge Is not their only use. Try mah jongg or canasta - Any game needs no excuse. Or set them up for extra guests So everyone can sit, Especially if there’......

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...Now in my time echoes I remember then my full days in a life when I was ten. We lived in a shadow much greater at the gates of Eden and its dormant crater. We’d climb its he......

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...The canasta We played canasta, club 7 was missing lie on the floor, but the rules where you couldn’t pick it up invented by lawmakers who had decided that one part should lose the game of power......

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...Worship not your turtles on Tuesday Driving a convertible in traffic is inadvisable Places you at risk, in peril of bird droppings Never yawn with mouth open and head up Yawning is sacrilegious w......

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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...

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...My grandmother’s hands Were many things to me. They were the glue That held our family together When anguish threatened To rip us apart. They were the tools That lovingly prepared Years o......

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...No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie's number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worked hard, saved ......

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...Angels sleep between each snow flake floating down In slow motion, they know the pure white path by heart That dances over the humble hills transformed Into a winter dream like coat that covers wi......

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...THE COLORS OF EVENING Playing canasta with family and a shiny new deck of cards, Kings, queens, the beautiful blackness of the spades. While outside, through the window, everywhere Snow is falling......

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...Through our wish through our goals through our done mean through a compliment decided by the garden minute having wards coming — minute always passing, creating A matter turns alive. Be not ......

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...Rapid eye groovement dreaming of home glass coffee pot on the ring on the stove Mourning dove nest for the momma to fill nestled in the crook of the kitchen windowsill Canasta deck withering ......

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