"wildcard" poems
It's like the movie
part of me*
It tells me where I should
go and want to be
**Please note that I will say
Not a dark place
inside my suitcase**
"Robin Red Breasted" suit
Peck and nip and tuck in place
The rainbow iridescent
Suiting her taste wet rain tents
Everyone was Green with envy
**Robin/ Rainbow event lets hear
it for our Army so many
troops**
He was sitting politely
Like a salesman of suitcases
on her stoop
She was mesmerized
Living out of a tour suitcase
She wanted daisies she was
ready for fantasies
Of him in her suitcase
Tumbling through
Another time Postman
Singing birds to ring twice
Birds all in groups
Computer laptops she wanted
to be surprised so mysterious
But ready for love ingenious
He laughed not losing sight
Robin eats like a bird
so hilarious
She packed her sunshine
yellow ribbons
she was ready to feed
Those Brooklyn pigeons
Packed suitcase ready for
the love of God
Going frenzy from her fruit loops
Robin Birdie born traveler scoop
Well nested flying South
fully invested
Rocking her flight cradle
Wherever I go or whatever I do
Traveling packs meet
Mr. Ramen noodles
Getting silly splashing puddles
The Spiritual Zen
traveling boots over a shower
He kissed them high up (Eiffel Tower)
Rome Italy wines in love cahoots
The call I'm ready "Amazon" wild
Let us go, child, another story
But the wildcard fresh air
Oh! Dear
The lightness easy does it
feathering wings the clues fit
Packing my suitcase
Love is a drug of "Europe"
Perfectly fine wine
Always hope with cantaloupe
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
We are absurd
You and I
Fragments
We have created a fermentative reality,
Where words are symbols of relation
That you and I falsify
And Bingo was his name-o!
Ah!
Oh holy onomatopoeic jargon
What do you mean?
And how shall we bargain?
And mora is but a half step to a whole
Eek gad!
January Febuary March and April
May I introduce you to June and July
August, Sept Oct Nov Dec
Randomly systemized organs organized
Abstract or… dissonant?
But who is in charge?
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“Why so serious?” said The Riddler
Mellow dramatic
Melodrama
Melancholy
Pantomimes!
Pantomimes EVERYWHERE!
They are able to speak
But alone I mime, “Do you have the time?”
Together we fall!
United I stand.
Backwards
Upside down
Inside out
And grammar
What’s in a name?
Please don’t be lame
Sarcastic and the glamour
Synonymous nonsense
Homophones and nyms
Where are the polysemes?
In the antonyms
In the antonyms!
Repitition
Exclamation
Annunciation
tions…
verbage verbage verbage
syllables and such
meaningless meaning
defining definitions with such
True or False?
Hide and Seek
Ring around the rosy
We all fall down…
We all fall down.
Black hat, white shoes, and I’m red all over.
Salt
Sour
And bitter
And dill
And
And
And
And
And
And
Ampersand
Institutionalized poetry
But I am for rhythmic prose!
No, not you
Listen to the hue
that the colors protrude
red green blue
red green blue
Black is not a color
Chrome is my favorite
I will not believe otherwise
You are an alien.
I have divided by zero
Musical dissonance
*(asterisk)
A beautiful disaster
A shadow without its owner
Wild natured wilderness
And naturally a wildcard.
**** **** **** **** ****
Etcetera.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 7:08 AM UTC
We are absurd
You and I
Fragments
We have created a figmentative reality,
where words are symbols of relation
that you and I falsify
And Bingo was his name-o!
Ah!
Oh holy onomatopoeic jargon
What do you mean?
and how shall we bargain?
And mora is but a half step to a whole
Eek gad!
January Febuary March and April
May I introduce you to June and July
August 28th
Sept Oct Nov Dec
Randomly systemized organs organized
Abstract or… dissonant?
But who is in charge?
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“Why so serious?” said The Riddler
Mellow dramatic
Melodrama
Melancholy
Pantomimes!
Pantomimes EVERYWHERE!
They are able to speak
But alone I mime, “Do you have the time?”
Together we fall!
United I stand.
Backwards
Upside down
Inside out
And grammar
What’s in a name?
Please don’t be lame
Sarcastic and the glamour
Synonymous nonsense
Homophones and nyms
Where are the polysemes?
In the antonyms
In the antonyms!
Repetition
Exclamation
Annunciation
tions…
verbage verbage verbage
syllables and such
meaningless meaning
defining definitions with such
True or False?
Hide and Seek
Ring around the rosy
We all fall down…
We all fall down.
Salt
Sour
And bitter
And dill
And
And
And
And
And
And
Ampersand
Institutionalized poetry
But I am for rhythmic prose!
No, not you
Listen to the hue
that the colors protrude
red green blue
red green blue
Black is not a color
Chrome is my favorite
I will not believe otherwise
You are an alien.
I have divided by zero
Musical dissonance
Asterisk*
A beautiful disaster
A shadow without its owner
Wild natured wilderness
And naturally a wildcard.
**** **** **** **** ****
Etcetera.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Ha-Ha, Joker's laugh, wildcard coyote
dances a maniac tango, joking
in the midst of elemental chaos--
giggling at the lava, way hot
watching the castle's mortar dissolve, doting
the cacophonous crumbling symphony akin to Amadeus.
Ha-ha, joker's laugh, wildcard coyote
ignites a spliff with incandescent embers, smoking--
up under falling stars getting higher than the Himalayas
and more enlightened as the midnight parades off
into a translucent, steaming ashy bayou, hoping
there's a bite to eat before the heat waves doff
the darkness completely into blinding, hokey
sunbeams reflecting in snow, that cuckoo tune never lost,
Ha-ha, joker's laugh from that wildcard coyote.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
You can't silence the church's bell,
So, a poet can't be silenced, never!
He was born with deep stories to tell.
Even after life, his words are forever!
You can stop the flow of the Nile
Therefore you can't alter its direction.
Like tempering with Monalisa's smile,
call it an affront and abomination!
You can't tell the tales of the pyramid
Therefore you can't decipher Egypt.
Like the ocean and the mermaid,
It's a wildcard and mysterious script!
You can't see the end of the universe
Therefore you can't fully fathom it.
It's infinite, deep and immense,
That's why there's always a star to spit.
IB-poetry©
10/10/2018
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
One thing I love to do
Is write letters to Grandpapa
Because
You never know where it’s going to take you:
Octogenarians are a real wildcard
And that makes life interesting.
For example, I was writing a letter
To Grandpapa and he likes to imagine things
Because he can’t get around much
So I give the cat meat to feed on.
I embellish a little my romantic situation
And I tell him about M; little M
How she reminds me of my little mama
And that boys tend to look
For someone who is like a mother figure
And we grow into this role
We become more dependent on the girlfriend
Til she becomes like a second mother
But it never starts out that way.
So I was telling him about little M;
And when I receive a letter back
I notice a rather odd sentence
That I cannot help but laugh at:
“Dan, you say M; is smaller than you
All the easier to back her into a corner”
And then it follows on with some
Incongruent sentence about ‘me driving a car’
Now I’m not sure if we got lost in
Translation
I don’t know whether Grandpapa is thinking
I’m going to run M; over (she’s not that small)
Or whether he’s suggesting I invest in a booster seat?
Or whether in fact, he has made an unwholesome
But wholey funny link
Between me staying up all night
And my young ****** prowess
(Which is the same thing I suppose)
But I’m not quite sure why I’d be backing her
Into a corner
That sounds like outright pressure
But I have to laugh
Ah Grandpapa
Maybe one day I’ll show M;
Or maybe not
She may develop an irrational fear
For tight spaces
Which is something
I will never have a problem with...
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
Ante, Shuffle, Deal me in
You should know that I came to win
Perfect smile, low cut dress
You'll reveal everything
Cut the deck and deal the cards
I cant win until this thing starts
We both know this is my last game
Place your bets, raises, calls
I bet my blind you're a queen of hearts
Pocket Aces, bluff and call
I'd chase the river from this start
No one wins until one of us ends
Play the slow game and stay your hand
There's no way I can lose this game
My chips are all in when you're playing with my heart
I chased my queen down the river
*** commited and I'm all in
Cashing in on my losings
Neither of us can ever win
We could run away together
We'd have to leave right now
Let them chase us for forever
And burn this card house down
Time to make a decision
This has gone on way too long
Stay, fold, or raise me
Cant hide behind your cards
When you gave me your heart, baby
You said it was safe to play
But my hearts set on arson
And you love this game
Burn the card, throw the flop
Every tell reveals what your chasing
Say the words, we can stop
Let my jack baby be your king
After this we wont be the same
I'm the wildcard you cant tame
If we'd both win I'd throw the game
I would.
Texas-hold my
broken heart
We were always meant to end like this
A game of chance,
a deck of cards
Our love staked on a
game - of - risk
What the hell,
just roll the dice
Someone else could be just as nice
No more buy backs,
you cant re-buy-in
I'll burn this house down to ensure the house never wins
I'll chase my queen down the river
I committed and went all in
Now I'm cashing in on my losings
Cause its like I never win
We can run away together
We'd have to leave right now
We'll run until forever
And let them chase us down
Time to make a decision
We're both sick of playing games
Thought I'd win on the gamble
I wont buy your poker face
You've got a decision, baby
I've loved you from the start
Or is everything I've dreamed of
A bad hand of cards
(Your clever highness
usher out the bards
try to hide the bluff in
hide the bluff in your house of cards)
Time to make a decision
It'll never be the same
Thought I played a safe gamble
But you lit the flame
You decide if we chase the river
And if you'll lose this game
But if you're gonna chase that rabbit
This house - goes up - in flames
Chase me to the river
It'll cost you everything
Chase me for forever
But you know I'm all in
You've got to make a decision
I've loved you from the start
Or is everything I've played for
A bad hand of cards
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
This person
Is the Gestalt consciousness
Of beings both infinitely wise and foolish
Entities of absolute good and evil
Who, when encouraged to do so
Summon phonetical hymns
To invoke emotion in pure song
These individual constructs
While impressive in their solitude
Fail in comparison to their unity
Each a wildcard
That, when played
Become a wildfire of truth.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
My heart sought a home, even when I was in one,
I moved here almost 9 years ago, I gave it my best,
To settle, to adapt, to overcome, to thrive even,
Instead I corroded, I mangled, I survived choiceless;
Through all your lush green and the rain,
I never found real comfort, just a respite,
I suppose I was stupid to expect it at all,
How does one find home in a war?
Nothing has changed, I don't expect it now,
I was just a city boy abandoned far away,
In an land, where I couldn't speak or relate to,
I'm supposed to belong here and I don't;
It's amazing how far I've placed my mind away,
I rarely live in that certain aspect of my existence,
I'm somewhere I don't belong and can't go back,
Where I used to belong no longer belongs to me;
I'm a nomad in a place I'll never understand,
I've grown accustomed to it's people and things,
The tailored familiarity often backfires into me,
I can't be in tune with them or them me,
I'm a child of the Earth, nameless and unbound,
Perhaps there is hope after all, I'm undefined,
Tried to fit in their boxes, gracefully broke all of it,
Maybe I don't fit in anywhere, the wildcard;
I do take great pride in that, it's a badge of quality,
The untamed among the tamed, blessed with chaos,
A mercurial maverick who desires rest and calm,
I'm only a person after all so I hope, I hope, I hope...
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC
Bristles, glide delicately...
over cold refuse.
Random bits,
of detritus:
and your broom devours them,
indiscriminate
a placidly lurking monster,
with an unchoosy palette.
It's almost a mindless,
shuffling dance,
with failure, for a willing partner,
while regret, lingers sulkily,
in a dark corner of the room,
and watches the two of you
locked,
in a very forced
minuet.
The world feels like it's over,
and every brush stroke, feels
like its own humdrum ending.
Then,
all at once,
when you least expect it, to
your agitated trash ,
lifts its papery little wings,
takes flight,
and flutters gently away,
in a storm of linen,
beige, and white.
The faintest flicker of hope,
rises, from the discard pile:
a wildcard moth
seeking its own, besotted flare,
of quavering torchlight.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 9:56 AM UTC
I didn't mean to let fear rule,
But the destruction and disappointment
That runs rampant around me
Is a plague among vaccines.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
oh darling...
whenever you feel down, out of yourself, or even, if you feel that you can't with the situation, because you are not feeling strong enough...
use your Wildcard.
you don't have different personalities for nothing, don't you know?
when you are feeling negative, we are the replacement.
you didn't build another you for nothing, too.
don't be fooled, love. we are the devil in disguise.
reminder: use your Wildcard.
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
Life is much like poker
It takes strategy
And with a stroke of luck
You might just win
But, what if you don't?
What if you're a 2?
You can't indulge
The king can
But not you
Not a 2
What unfair rules, huh?
Lucky for us
Sparks exist
To set these cards ablaze
Sparks exist
Only in a certain group of people
And so, we don't follow the rules
I'm proud of that much
In my deck
I am the wildcard
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
She's the type of mystery
Who ****** into you
With a barbed hooking
You never know if she's going to stab your lovesick heart
Or just stab you.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
What is your wildcard, gals?
Did you get a ********* or a pal?
For some, it's standing room only,
Women work, men sit down, TV moanies,
It's called the wildcard for women,
Is he a snag or a caveman?
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
It burns when you look in my eyes,
It burns when you hold my hand.
It burns when you say my name,
But it burns even more when you don't.
It burns when you talk about her,
It burns when you say anything.
It even burns when you make me smile
But it burns even more when I cry.
It burns, it stings, it pains, it hurts
But I would burn 1,000,000 shoes walking on sunshine with you.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC
The edge of a blade
I prayed
For second chances
Until it happened to me
Unfortunate circumstances
The score setter,
Conviction letter,
The get good getter;
That hurting someone is
Gonna make me feel better.
This life that I live
Is a warrior’s craft
Hanging by life’s raft
Ninjas and samurais
Gang and clan ties.
You gotta hang me
Stand by me
Wildcard.
You know, it’s hard.
Life’s near impossible
Whether life allows
Or disavows
These are my vows
For better or for worse,
Till death do us part.
Part me, part facade.
Am I a fraud?
I just don’t know.
Back to the future
Hovercraft
Hover board
Overboard.
Sinking and drowning,
19 and counting.
Two sides of the same story
Anger and despair
Hope and peace
Broken pieces.
Broken heart,
Shattered mind.
A life,
Destined for greatness…
Only to fall short
To slip up
And never get picked up.
Feeding memories,
Feeding thoughts,
Dreams killed,
Nightmares born.
Let me ask you a question:
Have you ever looked down…
The barrel of a gun?
To face death
In the midst of life;
Shot down because
I just wasn’t
Good enough.
Not enough good luck.
Lucky number three.
Son, brother, outcast.
Shunned from reality’s past.
Friend, family, fake fronts,
Fighter, thinker, life stunts.
Angels telling me to stay, retreat.
Demons yelling at me to hit replay, repeat.
Me? Staring at a bedroom wall
Calling, pleading with God
To Control-Alt-Delete.
Hara-kiri,
Life’s ******
From what I foresee,
I’ve gotten third degree…
Burns.
We’re told to
Have a fire.
A fire that never
Gets put out.
We’re told to
Reach for the stars,
And never give up.
Told to
Be bold and
To be brave.
Told to
Be the best and
Only the best.
Told that
We only…
Live once.
But here I am,
Telling you to
Live and to last.
You see,
All my life,
I’ve had
Angels and demons
All around me.
This broken world;
It surrounds me.
But His grace;
It astounds me.
His peace covers me
Like the trust between lovers be
His Spirit hovers over me.
To live and to last,
To look to the future,
Embrace the present,
And accept the past.
Despite my darkest days,
God always provides
Now, here I hide;
In His brightest lights.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
I dare you to step out of the norm
I dare you to find love in a storm
His like summer days keep you warm
I'm like winter days and freezing cold
But I would never leave for the world
When times get hard I'll still hold
My heart in my hand for you to reach
My body, soul and mind for you to teach
You felt like a sunset by the beach
So beautiful yet so brief
Why must night be such a thief
Why must deaf be a relief
Why couldn't you take me as I am
Why should I even bother to give a ****
Did I forget who I am finally a man
Who stands alone through the pains
A free slave to love without chains
Waterfalls cut deeper than hurricanes
So why must we both pretend
The reason I'm not your friend
Is the reason where I descend
I'm either stupid or simply clever
My dear wild card lover
Never started but now its over
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
It was another blast from the past
And like they said a love like ours would never last
I've been turning stones over and looking under bridges
Searching for the answers to impossible decisions
You came into my life on a conveyor belt -
Casually walking past and taking the air with you
I was reaching for something else, anything else
Then I knocked you over the same way I did
A glass of red wine on the seventh date we went on
You once told me that coincidences never coincide with you
And I've repeatedly mumbled about fate and its misgivings
It was true -
I should have watched where I was going
Maybe if I did, I wouldn't have tripped and stumbled,
Fallen and tumbled, right in your way
You walked out of my life the way a feline presumes it owns all
With a sultry confidence that was almost mocking
At the same time, I couldn't help compare you
To his hands at 2 AM by the bay
And his lips locked on mine while we rolled about on an edge
You were crystal, and he was porcelaine with fine China
You were safe, and he was a wildcard with no limits
I pegged you as the marrying type
And him as a summer fling
You strolled over my already aching heartbeat but all I could think about
Was him.
I shouldn't have given you the satisfaction of
Serving me my favourite tea by a plate of scones
He was the one I wanted and I was the one you had to possess
I loved you
But I was in love with him
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
You don’t want the deck
Only a need for one
Somehow the shuffle still gets you
Warranting the luck of the draw
When the wild card is once in a life time
Yet you still bet blindly
Hoping for the forever hand
Full again but comes up empty
Find another way
If she smiled then she meant it
Ash has no density
Free from the party
I can’t get this song out of my head
The one you sang to me a Saturday ago
I’d kiss you next year
And thereafter
Probably not
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Take my hand as we walk together to the nearest star
Trust me with our love it won't ever seem that far
Unless your love is just a scene of a lucid dream
A clever scheme a nightmare impossible to scream
Let's redeem our vowels take a trip to the clouds
Rip off our shrouds dive off the edge into the crowd
Put down your doubts lay out your heart
Just play your part, like a priceless piece of art
Beautiful yet so smart my Venus and my fire
My universal desire coming down to the wire
You inspire the wildflower to grow in my garden
As our love hardens I begin to feel uncertain
Remember graduation what seemed like forever
Was an endeavor my first true wildcard lover
You think I'm clever when ever I talk about the future
I think you're cuter so for every wound I'll be your suture
Even the earths curvature couldn't keep me from loving you
But is it true all of the crazy things that you do
The birds eye view I had showed me the truth
I had wisdom in my youth to cover-up and sooth
Prehaps to smooth the tension I couldn't mention
So I waited oh so patient for your confession
A recession of aggression grow cast by hate
While you participate on your date I try to locate
What's now my fate but It was too late
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
I absolutely abhor you
you wildcard
you do what you want
because your wants change by the day
I only do what I do because I adore you
chained to obsession
I can only linger so far
until the links tighten and pull me back towards you
yet I have to watch you
caress my face and tossle my hair
kiss me sweetly
then walk away
to do whatever it is that makes you happy
but when the only thing that makes me happy is you
it becomes a real burden
like a happy pup
I wag my tail and tap my paws when you give me your attention
leave me and I'll faithfully stand by the door
waiting for your return so I can smile again
I may amuse myself around my limited world
but at the end of the day
nothing makes me happier than your presence
and so I suffer when what you want to do doesn't include me
some days I like to pretend
like I hate you
like what you do is awful
like I deserve better
but truthfully you do
you should be able to love me in the way you want
not the way I demand
I should be able to love you in a way you can handle
not become rowdy when you can't understand me
we want different things
but we both want each other
because when it comes to finding people you like
there are a few you can spend every moment with
and those are the people you can never fully let go
so I'll ignore you when you want to see me
but I'll go because I need to see you
I'll act indifferent when you want to hang out
but I'll be happy to be around you
I'll do what I can to make you think I'm not crazy
but my heart won't stop racing until we part
I love you
and that's why I hate you
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
We left our hearts
in the graveyard
and now you ask
for a new start,
well isn't that
sounds like
the funniest part,
when all the doors
and windows have been shut.
Still you have the guts
to pick all the pieces,
all the shards
when you are not
even a wildcard
in our hearts.
Go away, die in lake
go away, rot in hell
you leech, son of a witch.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC