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What others might see it as a Mexican game,
In my eyes it means so much more.
It symbolizes the unity and bond between family
Each loteria card reminds me of someond
Like la valiente reprents my mother,
Strong and brave
It also reminds me of how life works.
Sometimes it may look like you are winning
But end up losing. Or vise versa.
When you you thougth you have lose it all,
A sudden turn happens and win.
Serafeim Blazej Sep 2016
and we live in our castle of hard cards
and they will not fall
we will never be defeated
because we live in a castle of hard cards
Edited on 28/12/17.
Serafeim Blazej Sep 2016
we will break off the glass roof
and we will be able to live in the house of cards
we will never fall
we will never be defeated
the wind will come from us
we survived to never lose our home again
in the end, we will be the only ones still standing
the only victorious
after a long way, we will rediscover our house of cards
Excerpt for a drawing.

Edited on 28/12/17.
My sweetheart our honeymoon is just in the cards
We are not ordinary lovers, extraordinary die-hards
In our own domain of love we are but real lords
Sincerity in love my love brings all good rewards

Let celebrate our love in the midst of colorful lights
Let beauty and love in chain achieve eternal heights
Let make our days wonderful and tasteful nights
Beauty indicts and excites in trance all love insights

Love surpasses beauty and beauty surpasses all
Let me take you on my love and in love let recall
On snowy mountain came to cover lovely hot shawl
Heart and soul gone to dangle and dance in enthrall

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jaxon Pemberton Aug 2016
In my wooden box
The one that holds my special things
I found a deck of cards
Wrapped in black string

The cards were stuck together
So I only read a few
but on the top card she wrote
52 reasons I love you

These cards don't have much use anymore
not even for a game of poker
I'm just noticing now
It was written on the joker
You were my Queen of Hearts
A top card to draw
My Queen of Diamonds
In the ruff
The best I ever saw
Turned out
You were just a lump of coal
And just as cold
The Ace of Spades
With a very blackened soul
You made a Joker out of me
Sophia Chang Jul 2016
Hair graying with age
as wise as a tree of sage
Skin as weathered as broken tree branches
not giving youth any chances

Hands still shuffling the yellowed cards,
left dormant on the tea table.
Trying to remember, though it was hard,
poker taught by the man from the stables.

The thought of him makes her mad,
angry and frightened, lonely and sad.
And yet her heart still beats strong,
forever in love, forever young,

In love with the slab of stone
in her backyard
In love with the one
who taught her to play cards
{17.07.16}
Viseract Jul 2016
He twirls and whirls with supernatural speed
His usual blue eyes, with smoky black gleam
In the midst of a battle, sword in hand
Master to master, friend to friend

A metal, black, that no-one knows
Owned by one associated with crows
His messenger, his ally, his beast of burden
Caws and calls his silent song of death

A mercenary, bounty hunter, with just cause
To right the wrong and return what lies lost
To defend, apprehend, to defeat the Kursed
A story riddled into my verse
As you could probably guess, I'm writing a story called Ace of Silence. The main character is Silence, the Blank Card. His calling card? A blank card. Weapons? A katana made from metal nobody recognises, two silent guns with similar make, set in a city called Kortal where gangs, drugs and various illegal activities are rampant. He is a good Bounty Hunter. Because if you're good at something, you never do it for free...
Viseract Jul 2016
Checks his cards with certainty
Poker face that shows no sign
Of the best cards he has and holds
Structured so, flawless design

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He lays the King of Spades
The story goes he digs your grave
A brutal, merciless, powerful lord
On par with Satans' desire to destroy


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Spreads his hand, checks again
The end is nigh for you, my friend
He smiles a little, it fits the moment
When he lays the dreaded Joker

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Word has it, the Joker, a clown
Is the one who underneath his smile, a frown
He jests and contests with others simply for smiles
No currency has he, amusement his one bright fire


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The final card, Uno, one claims
The one thing society brutally maims
For each is unique, a vital part
When he plays the Ace of Hearts

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"Thank you for playing me
Not many accept my challenge, you see
They call me Silence, the Blank Card
And my skill with words vastly admired"

*I just don't talk so much
Was going to make this a story, and perhaps I will
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