Playing Cards Poems - Poems about Playing Cards

The sobbing girl spent fifteen minutes gasping Trying to get out words that made sense Her chest was heaving, and her speech was blubbery What happened? The Queen of Spades asked. I know said the Jack of Diamonds. She was attacked. By whom? The fours, sixes, two’s, and sevens. Why? No one knows. Queen of Spades was tired of these thugs. There will be consequences,...

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Fun playing the cards, Win, lose, one always must choose. Card games never lame....

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Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my pockets but I was bluffing to win, I lost. I stood up, pulled my six gun and shot a man...

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It's worth the trick... in life show always the letters... the cheerful letters. ...

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This my game is up The cards are about to fall Not long now Until my bluff is called And everyone will see Me for who i really am I'm not even holding a pair And worst of all The stake i am gambling with Isn't even mine Yet i still went ahead and bet it knowing i could never pay it back...

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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...

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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 with seat belts off If you have daughters, don't! They are not turtles and this is not Vegas If you have sons, feed them peanuts They will not become elephants...

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to some its about money to some its honey playing the game not for fame but to buy food to apart the play hard with thoses PLAYING CARDS...

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its and old game that never change they are hard some smooth as lard some many do buy diffrence too theyer call for all ON TABLE OR WALL with a number chart the PLAYING CARDS...

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Around the table they sit, cards in hand and talking sh-t. Sometimes win, and sometimes lose being together is what we chose. BS is our pastime, we love to shoot the bull. The memories of the old times, the dreams we have of new. But soon we all are parted, time to hit the hay. We've got to face reality, and go our separate ways. We'll get...

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we do pass times shut down the blinds put on music tunes set in our living room bunch us old goon make a start begin PLAYING CARDS...

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- I had been on a long hike with my men from Juno to the Ardennes on the way my comrade lost a leg and my Mother had passed away when I had sailed the Atlantic to Uk shores But please don't court martial me Mentally, I had my own war within and without there in the Ardennes Carcuses of men...

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I dream there is a burning fire and near the fire We play cards in the dark And in the dark we lose and we laugh And the black puddles ...

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