#cards
Elections
And euchre,
Chance and chaos.
Elect to make it trump,
On a hope and a prayer
Your partner tricks,
Getting tricks,
You're in a game
With one
Who's guiled
On tricks.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
Never be the Joker
For the Joker never wins
The weakest card oft seeks to guard
Its non-existant sins.
Its folly is in mockery
Because it's well protected
By all the laughs it got from halfs
Of love it ne'er detected.
It thought itself the King of Hearts,
But it couldn't find its Queen
And though the Jack may fail and lack
It did not find its truth obscene.
For many cards may tell their truths
And be beaten from the deck,
But the Joker speaks of lover freaks
He is the stormbeat wreck.
Never lie through jokes or jest
Always tell the truth to poker
For though its sides are mirrored lies
They're truer than the Joker.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Gambling with Tarot cards,
got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased,
The Devils in the details and He knows me well,
holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast,
it’s when you’re the most up,
that they want you to leave the least,
it’s getting dangerous at the table,
I’ve got the whole pie and every guy wants a piece,
used to trade in seashells,
now we’ve got black cards and private tables for us VIPs,
and the lovely ladies know me well,
like a pizza pie or birthday cake everyone wants a piece,
it’s amazing what a few million will do,
and I’m confident so I don’t need a crew,
rolling solo till my cause of death reads “FOMO”,
I mean if you had these opportunities/risks you’d take them too,
which is why you can always find,
me at the table all in with my chips out,
no kids no wife no significant other,
so I’m spending it all on whichever chics has her **** out,
a conscious writer but still in a man’s body,
so how you like me now,
no Toby Keith or kobe beef,
just these og vegetables,
but I’m not what I eat,
I’m so much more,
and I’m not a meet and greet,
nor a mall because I’ve got much more in store,
so please pass the drinks por favor,
in Colombia with a straw and some Coca-Cola,
drinking so much I feel like the Drink King,
drinking like a Drink King,
listening to Drake sing his song “Controlla”,
in real life no real wife,
I mean I really know Drake,
but anyways I’m not here to get distracted,
so let me backtrack to the point I was trying to make,
which is that it’s tough to stay vicious,
when blessed with the gifts that so many wish to have,
which is sorta suspicious gift the fact that the 6 is,
a card that appears 6 times in the Tarot deck’s stack,
Six of Wands 6 of Swords,
Six of Cups Six of Pentacles,
6 to represent the card of The Lovers,
Tarot decks reflect my self we’re both collectibles,
only difference is with me there’s only one,
maybe that’s why they offer everything in exchange for only my time,
“Here take this money take these drugs take these luxuries!”,
“Take anything that will at least be a chance for me to call you mine!”,
says many Ones often but they are mistaken,
because I can’t be there’s I’m not even mine,
I am no one’s I am no thing,
I am only a part of The Whole which is The Divine,
and I know all this,
I know that I’ve been bestowed with all these blessings,
still I can’t help but fall victim to the sins within Man,
which is why I see you can find me at the table gambling things,
gambling with Tarot cards,
got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased,
The Devils in the details and He knows me well,
holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast…
∆ LaLux ∆
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
I had to play.
I had to play.
my stolen heart turned hard to *****
T’was me snubbed.
T’was me who snubbed.
And glittery diamonds to dirt, were clubbed.
But I had to play.
I had to play.
Cause he held all cards anyway.
I had tried to run.
I tried to run.
We were not there for love, but “fun”
And I HAD to play.
I YEARNED to play..
I was his
lonely.
desperate.
prey.
Now he's moved on..
He moves on.
leaves his
pathetic.
little.
pawns.
I'd had to play
I needed to play.
I didn’t want to get away..
He'd gotten bored
He gets bored.
He wiped away our checkered board.
Now he's not here.
He was never HERE...
And I'd do anything to feel him near.
Come play.
Come play.
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 5:24 PM UTC
You start your journey, the moment the world became your cradle
Experience the possibilities of many opportunities
The cards have yet to determine your precise future
Can't you hear the chuckling of amusement
Your bonds will create an sense of connection
The strings tangles when dealt with confusion
Are you able to turn zero into one
The dog following close behind whispering when you might fall
"Your dreams move you forward."
-Reverse-
That dog is no longer able to whisper guidance as it's truly free
Your dreams no longer blind your perspective
However you remain there, not moving
Unable to accomplish your desires but able to achieve success
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Wish me luck - like a speech for me to read before I play. I am going to print it out and keep it with me., when I am at the final table, and it's televised, right before I win. The last hand, before I make the call of a lifetime - clock ticking, $35k first place prize money; I am going to take it out, look at it. Then call, Like a Boss. Black tinted classes, headphones looking like speakers, Yankees cap tipped to the side, Charles dickens on my lap. Sipping on some water shipped in from Vergeze. Cool as an icecube, rocking a tight Tee. Blue jeans, tim boots, Blasting ice -Tea; dudes ain't worried about cards, until the check me. I'm nice with calls, I'm like Jordan when he first started wearing the two-three. Sticking my tongue out at dudes that try and bluff me; the lack luster in comparison to me. I'm seeing their tells, like sign language. They try and force my hand, I do maximum carnage. My shine don't tarnish.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
*all the cards
i have been dealt
are jokers -
its a wonder
i havent gone
all-in*
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
It's a snake-eyes paradise
when we roll this pair of dice.
You ******* bet it's a gamble,
cards like this can be hard to handle.
Nothing but two deuces,
so spin the cylinder my man.
I ain't got **** worth losing,
it's the uncertainty I can't stand.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Sitting at the table
Cards have all been dealt
The direction of my future
Lies before me on the felt
I'll play the cards before me
I have to go all in
If I do not take the gamble
I guess I'll never win
I'm a dollar short of holding
I'll ride the highs and lows
I'm a dollar short of folding
I guess that's the way it goes
I'm a dollar short of holding
I'll ride the highs and lows
I'm a dollar short of folding
I guess that's the way it goes
The cards can tell your future
These cards tell mine so well
A dollar short of holding
It's my fear I smell
Do I bluff and risk my losing?
Do I fold and walk away?
The lord, he hates a coward
God **** I'm gonna play
I'm a dollar short of holding
I've got to go all in
I'm a dollar short of folding
With not gamble, I don't win
I'm a dollar short of holding
It's up to me, just how I play
I'm a dollar short of folding
To live to see another day
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
The little Prince of Persia
Who's purpose is to depurse ya,
Dispersing suits, clock off time city worker,
Mark your card, inertia.
He's no mathematician or magician
But give him a dynamoment to take you to the cleaners,
cause this one's mean a!
Hellbent on humiliation he'll reverend run you to the station.
He's counting cards, counting on ya till your seeing stars, K.O, ringside seat whilst you get parred, po, poker face he'll drive you gaga!
So Loay and behold he might not be honourable, but he's willing and able to bring the last supper to this table.
He's not called Jack but he's a joker, in guise he tries to choke ya, draw the ace but it won't help ya,
cause you're a disgraced King
and you've just been usurped sir,
by that little Prince of Persia.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
The Joker, they called him.
Your fate resting in the cards he held
The deck he carried
kings, queens, aces and jacks.
but, no joker.
Why?
Well because, that was he.
"Smile, its your turn."
He'd laugh,
A sinister smile staining his lips.
"Lets play a game, my dear."
"What game?"
The question always fearfully asked
"Well...
simply,
a game of Russian roulette!"
He'd gleefully exclaim.
"But, just one question....
What's your lucky number?"
He'd say, shuffling a deck of knife sharp cards.
"And in the end we all lose!"
He'd grin, before going to capture his next game.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Every day the cards were played
Everyday you lost
I won.
Every day you’d come back
With declarations of future success,
And when proved false you’d smile,
All lopsided and sheepish,
With a “next time perhaps”
And now your gone.
And next time won’t come.
I guess I won after all.
You always said
I was a queen of diamonds
But my dear,
You were the Ace of hearts.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
*Shuffle my thoughts
bridge my emotions
Build a fortress that can't be moved
I'll be the queen of diamonds
You'll be the outlawed joker
Together we'll be the wildest cards and rule the land of poker
Deuces* ✌
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
There exist two-sided planes of loss and gain
That exists both as a way of life and as a versatile toy
Bringing forth to a person either happiness or pain
It can hold our desires and was made for us to enjoy
You can cut it in the center, many in the world do
Stack it from one another and anything you decided to
It was created to flourish and be pleasing to the eye
It is a wonder with a cacophony of colors dyed
It is made for us, that which in the rules abide
And like good and evil, it has two sides
It is a friend of magic and a friend of trickery
Both is to deceive, one for joy and one for tragedy
Often, it has a bad reputation in the eyes of many
A tool for treachery and a miserable man’s destiny
But I tell you, it is the one that holds that give its voice
For it is an instrument that can either play a hymn or a noise
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 8:19 PM UTC
I love you like an ace of hearts
A card as unpredictable as any other
The highest ranking or the lowest, depending on what sort of game you choose to play
I'd choose to play blackjack, and always make you worth 11 points, even if it put me over twenty-one
Because I want to prove your worth to you, even if it costs me a game or two
And I wouldn't play with just any deck
Oh no, I'd always play with the deck full of the cards you know and love
Some of these cards may become old and torn and stained, and may need to be replaced when they've run their course
But that ace of hearts will always remain, no matter how many battles it has seen
Eventually people will realize that the oldest card is your ace of hearts, but that will matter not
Because that card will stand the test of time, and remain there forevermore
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
my heart's not in it anymore
this tired deck of cards
with bends and tears at the corners
my fingerprints stained across the backs
i've had my fun with you
and you've stayed by my side
but my fingers are numb
i think it's time to say goodbye.
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 12:57 PM UTC
I remember it so clearly,
The dark oak of the table,
The smell of her cigarette smoke.
We would sit every night and play
500 Rummy.
Then she started to get weaker.
I would watch in horror
As my grandmother’s hands shook
With every set she put down.
The oak table turned to the
Bland plastic of the one in the hospital
And her cigarettes were replaced with
An IV and an oxygen tank.
The next night
I sat in the living room,
Glaring at the empty table
And the unopened pack of cards.
They mocked me.
I dressed in black today,
When everyone tossed dirt
I tossed an Ace of Spades
And an old Zippo.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
What is expected from me?
You were the half that chose to leave
I'll do my best
Be your friend
Even if leading to another dead end
Never thought we would wash up where we are
Two separate shores
Watching you from afar
Be truthful with me
That is what I most desire
Sick of the games
Frustrated
Tired
Fake way through a familiar apology
Promising to be the man I know you'll never be
Like a rolling dice
Have many faces
Expert at bluffing yet you're always holding aces
You gamble my love
About time you lose
My heart not an object to pull apart or use
I'm sick of betting my chips
The poorest hand
For you I go all-in
Don't even understand
I never was good at cards
At least that is what I'm told
Probably should cut my losses
Say farewell and finally fold
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
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.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Hallmark greeting cards
Family barbecues
A brand new tie
A few "I love you's"
The one day a year you tell Dad how much he means to you
I'm spending it in a cemetery this year
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Things just don't fit together like they used to. I knew I had lost many of my pieces along the way, but I was painfully unaware of the full extent of my loss.
I slip and my cards fall in slow motion from my hands. I have lost my queen of hearts and I wonder if I will ever find her. My jigsaw gets smaller and I wonder what my fascination with puzzles was ever even about.
Youth misleads our clumsy fingers until adolescence can guide them more clearly, but how is adolescence to know the right direction? What is our destination anyway? Where are we going? What are we trying to find?
I reach under the couch and find a joker... Wait, he was joking? It shocks me like a jack in a box. How could I have been so naive? Of course his actions were insincere. They always are. They always will be.
I am looking for my queen of hearts. Her jigsaw pieces slot perfectly into mine. She is not so much of a queen as a princess, but she certainly possesses many a gullible heart. She possesses my gullible, frail heart.
I yearn for her crumpled, dog-eared kisses as she floats to the floor with the certain elegance of a queen. She snapped my heart, spit on the pieces and dealt me out a new hand. She does not understand... The only hand I wish to have is hers in mine.
She may have gone fishing for a challenge, but there will always be too many riddles for her to answer... I lost my queen of hearts. I am puzzled. I am too afraid to gamble my love away on any other card.
Once upon a time, she bet that I would give in, give up and fold her up. No, I will not fold until I have won... I will win her heart. I will win the game.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
The Devil and God were sat across from each other.
A simple card game of life they both engaged.
3 Aces God pulled out what a great play, The devil was raged and with it he did say.
"With blood and rage of crimson red,
Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead,
Together with hellish hate,
I will burn you all--that is your fate!"
God sat quietly and undeterred then came back with these simple words
"In loudest din or hush profound,
My ears catch evil's slightest sound.
Let those who toll out evil's knell
Beware my power your going Down!"
The forth ace was laid upon the table, and with that the Beast was disabled,Back to hell he fled never to return.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
You told me that I played all my cards right
but what I played didn't compare to her,
and the house of cards you were building would soon ignite.
So I ask:
Alaina,
did you really ruin my life?
Or was I too blind to see that you had come to my rescue?
All this time I've despised you,
but it's as clear as day that it wasn't your fault.
And because you were the key to set me free,
he will suffer in agony knowing he'll no longer get the best of both worlds.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC