#cardgames - Hello Poetry

My friend and I like card games. We’re quite fond of Uno. When we’re done working, we’re ready to go. We shuffle a deck that seems to hate us, that forces us to draw, that provides the enemy with weapons in surplus. We go back and forth until the bell tolls, reversing our fortunes until someone is left with nothing. Except, we still have laughter, and we still have another five minutes. Enough for another round.

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Apr 24

Apr 24, 2026 at 11:18 AM UTC

Bright_Skys

Another Round

My friend and I like card games. We’re quite fond of Uno. When we’re done working, we’re ready to go. We shuffle a deck that seems to hate us, that forces us to draw, that provides the enemy with weapons in surplus. We go back and forth until the bell tolls, reversing our fortunes until someone is left with nothing. Except, we still have laughter, and we still have another five minutes. Enough for another round.

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We used to play cards on Tuesday nights in the small office of a used car lot. I would look at the old beaters as they came in. Wonder what their stories were. Who drove them. Where they had travelled and what they had seen. “All rust and dust” my friend used to say. As they age their value goes down. Which is what some folks think about people. But really, the opposite is true. My friend would ask why I played cards with those old geezers. He didn’t get it. Many people don’t. I just told him I always win. It was true. Not in terms of money. But in everything else I got from those guys. Stories Wisdom Laughs. One old guy used to cheat like a ******* I let him get away with it. I hope when I get old somebody cuts me some slack.

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

HarryKelly

Rust and Dust

We used to play cards on Tuesday nights in the small office of a used car lot. I would look at the old beaters as they came in. Wonder what their stories were. Who drove them. Where they had travelled and what they had seen. “All rust and dust” my friend used to say. As they age their value goes down. Which is what some folks think about people. But really, the opposite is true. My friend would ask why I played cards with those old geezers. He didn’t get it. Many people don’t. I just told him I always win. It was true. Not in terms of money. But in everything else I got from those guys. Stories Wisdom Laughs. One old guy used to cheat like a ******* I let him get away with it. I hope when I get old somebody cuts me some slack.

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I am a sort of All or nothing Type of person. Either everything and all of me Goes into everything and all of it Or none of me does. I do not Sort of love people. I either love them with all that I am and can be Or I couldn't care less about their existence. I never claimed it was healthy, I never claimed it was good, But it is me It is all that I am. So sit across from me At a glass table, Have your cards fanned out Like bird feathers, Covering your face, So I cannot read your eyes, Or see your cards in the light that burns in them. Stoic and blank, You draw every card And I don't know what you have on the table, But the only reason I look so concerned-- Well, It has nothing to do with the cards in my hand, I have no tricks up my sleeve. It has everything to do With the fact That everything is on the table, And I'm trusting that if I were To draw your cards And mine From a Tarot deck, That maybe our predictions Would be the same. I've never been good, At card games. Can't shuffle to save my life, Can't read palms, I see too many colors To make out the lines In that elegant manner That you're supposed to have. I can't read tea leaves, They just look like faces to me. But I'm taking a risk, I'm taking the chance, It's really all or nothing. And just maybe Instead of risking it all And coming out with nothing, This time I'll have something Just something To win. I am an All or nothing Type of person. Take my heart Take my words Take my memories, And heed only these warnings: Handle with care! Know you will never forget what you've learned.

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC

LittleBirdWitch

All or Nothing

I am a sort of All or nothing Type of person. Either everything and all of me Goes into everything and all of it Or none of me does. I do not Sort of love people. I either love them with all that I am and can be Or I couldn't care less about their existence. I never claimed it was healthy, I never claimed it was good, But it is me It is all that I am. So sit across from me At a glass table, Have your cards fanned out Like bird feathers, Covering your face, So I cannot read your eyes, Or see your cards in the light that burns in them. Stoic and blank, You draw every card And I don't know what you have on the table, But the only reason I look so concerned-- Well, It has nothing to do with the cards in my hand, I have no tricks up my sleeve. It has everything to do With the fact That everything is on the table, And I'm trusting that if I were To draw your cards And mine From a Tarot deck, That maybe our predictions Would be the same. I've never been good, At card games. Can't shuffle to save my life, Can't read palms, I see too many colors To make out the lines In that elegant manner That you're supposed to have. I can't read tea leaves, They just look like faces to me. But I'm taking a risk, I'm taking the chance, It's really all or nothing. And just maybe Instead of risking it all And coming out with nothing, This time I'll have something Just something To win. I am an All or nothing Type of person. Take my heart Take my words Take my memories, And heed only these warnings: Handle with care! Know you will never forget what you've learned.

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