The Town Herald

Let's play a game

Before I let you go this round
Let's play a game, shall we?
Pick one card not red nor black
Kiss once the edge then place it back
Say one thing no more, quiet now
Then just like that (I'll show you how)
We'll win the game with a match
Of skills and wit, wait just a bit
Now touch the top deck with care
And I assure you should you turn it over
Your card shall be there.

By [Alexi Ice]


Players are played

You will never control what cards you’re dealt,
Shuffle them as you please, deal them again,
You’ll never know your hand,
A straight will never beat a flush,
And who knows where a full house will land.

But, any game can be beat,
There’s always a trick,
Count the cards, watch the Ace,
And who knows,
You may play the pros face to face.

Cut the deck,
Play the part,
But don’t think you’re the winner,
You were played from the start.

By [FlowerGirl21]


Cards

Come a little closer folks and I’ll happily show you
Everything that I can do with a deck of fifty-two.

I can build a wobbly house up tall,
And with one wrong breath I’ll watch it fall.

Or pick a card to play the game,
You put it back; I’ll pull the same.

One through ten, Ace, King, Queen, Jack
I’ll start a war in red and black.

With these cards I’ll entertain and play
A different game on each new day.

By [Nioniel]


Uses of Cards

Clubs, Hearts, Dimonds, and Spades
each with its own blade.
With diffrent games to play,
from poker to gin rummy
with food such as nachos
that rummble my tummy.

By [Eyden13]


Card Life Haiku

Shuffle. Bridge. Shuffle. Bridge. Deal.
That is the life of a card.
Shuffle. Bridge. Shuffle. Deal. Doom.

By [*Phoenix*]

For the Postcard Told Me So

The gates were closed,
But she was watching
Watching in her usual pose
There used to be flowers, trinkets, some objects
Piles of garbage with a crown of rose
None of it mattered,
As it still doesn’t matter
Her heart was set on his hand-written prose.

His last card was so lovely,
From his far-away throw;
It told her he was coming,
Though progress was slow.
And she laughed and dandied,
The world was so bright -
Whoever would guess that it was in a fight?

But she did not see the darkness coming,
She did not see the bombs
Blood, dirt and sweat were not hers for regretting,
His sweet fiancée, berry-blonde.

Her last card was so lovely,
In his far-away throw;
It said she would be waiting,
Come rain or come snow.
And he cried and fancied,
Maybe it’s alright -
And he was drinking her words into the night.

So he did not see the darkness coming,
He did not see the bombs
Blood and dirt met as the red sun was setting
Her brave fiancée was now gone.

Still, she’s waiting and watching,
Come rain or come snow;
While the living carry on,
She longs for his prose.
The world grows so dull, as it’s rolled on so long,
And she waits for his last card to home.

By [kamisch]


House of Cards

Can be found at: my poem page

It stood
I can’t believe it stood.
Six stories tall, card stacked atop card

Then you come in
And bash your fist on the table
You should have seen the look on your face

I still can’t believe it stood
After shaking the table with the might of a 7.0 again
Six stories tall, card stacked atop card

Then with a sheepish grin
You pluck a card from the bottom
Sending my house of cards plummeting.

By [pegasus1000]