The Game Played, Friday Poetry
The Game Played
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gamblers, trestle up
before claiming your seat
at the table
make sure the crescendo
of your cha-ching
overwhelms the cut
of your bustle
fortune will play sleight of hand
lending thoughtless ninnies
faux-grace and knave-like masculinity
take heart …
a diamond or clover
and remember
even the luckiest fool
with a horseshoe-affected shuffle
can be beaten by the bluff
of a spade-wielding scoundrel
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The Game Played is copyright Pryde Foltz and was written for #fridaypoets as part of #poetryweekend.
This made me laugh:
It's wise advice, but we know gamblers are sick with greed and luck.
Besides its clever irony, I loved the rhythm helped by the layout in this piece, too. It allowed me to make little pauses to picture the gestures of the speaker.
This poem of a game speaks the truth of life.
Loved it, @prydefoltz :D
Thank you, Marlyn, and I appreciate your appreciation of the subtleties:)
This is what I tried to tell my friend who wanted to be a pro poker player, in much less eloquent and flowery language I might add!
Very beautiful, short, sweet and powerfully delivered :-)
Cg
Glad it resonated with you Gg. It was a fun one to write:)
Aw, so beautiful and meaningful, Pryde! This applies to life itself! Loved it!
Thank you, Nolasco:)
So, in other words, you gotta know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em. ;-)
Is this a warning for those who want to learn how to play Poker? If that´s the case It´s such a great way to warm people: in a poem.
More like a wise-up warning for those who play poker with life and love:):):) Thanks for the visit:)
I think there may be no escaping a game ... folding is kind of permanent solution in this case. But yes, i think Kenny Rogers could relate:)
The metaphor wins the game. In the game of life does not win the one that screams the most, but the one that has the best weapons to face the attacks of this one. Likewise, in any reality that is lived. Very good job, Pryde!
Thank you, Zeleira:)
A haute couture poem. The card game as a metaphor for that other game full of "thoughtless ninnies" that is life. And certainly, the blindest of us who turn mad to seek the favors of Goddess Fortune are the ones disguised in a "faux-grace and knave-like masculinity" who are about to kick the table to ending out the game forever.
@prydefoltz,
You couldn't help yourself, could you?
Quill. :-)
Cha-ching!!! phew! my head hurt's, sign-up process.
Lovely poem Pryde.
Yay!!! You are back on board:)
:):):) all pass key's stored on 2 hard drives and my phone . Think i'll send an email to myself, with them :)
Alright ... you are all set:)Get posting:)