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Array ( [sid] => 110595 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Poker Game [time] => 2005-11-29 20:04:27 [hometext] => Win, lose or draw? [bodytext] => Looking across the table
In the smoke filled room
I watched his face
As he made his next move
Perspiration ran down
His bearded face
Like rivulets of rain
Running over a rock
There was no expression
Only a placid emotionless face
His eyes were narrowed
And hardened like the gray steel of a gun
"It's your bet so draw," he snarled
With much impatience it seemed
Was he bluffing
Or was his hand that good
There was a lot of money at stake
But I was in too far to back out now
So I matched his raise,
And there was a hushed silence in the room
Everyone else dropped out
It was just he and I now
One by one we laid all our cards on the table
The winner would be wealthy

Just then I heard my name called again
It seemed to emanate from somewhere within
Then I blinked and the banker reappeared in front of me
Well the loan was approved
But the interest was quite high
We played a verbal game of poker,
And both made our best offer
With further negotiation the deal was made
But the parking ticket on my car financially spoiled my day
I guess life is just a game of poker [comments] => 4 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Willofree [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
Poker Game

Contributed by Willofree on Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 08:04:27 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Looking across the table
In the smoke filled room
I watched his face
As he made his next move
Perspiration ran down
His bearded face
Like rivulets of rain
Running over a rock
There was no expression
Only a placid emotionless face
His eyes were narrowed
And hardened like the gray steel of a gun
"It's your bet so draw," he snarled
With much impatience it seemed
Was he bluffing
Or was his hand that good
There was a lot of money at stake
But I was in too far to back out now
So I matched his raise,
And there was a hushed silence in the room
Everyone else dropped out
It was just he and I now
One by one we laid all our cards on the table
The winner would be wealthy

Just then I heard my name called again
It seemed to emanate from somewhere within
Then I blinked and the banker reappeared in front of me
Well the loan was approved
But the interest was quite high
We played a verbal game of poker,
And both made our best offer
With further negotiation the deal was made
But the parking ticket on my car financially spoiled my day
I guess life is just a game of poker




Copyright © Willofree ... [ 2005-11-29 20:04:27]
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Re: Poker Game (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 09:10:40 PM AEST
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It sure is, Will....
I enjoyed this game...thank you for sharing it.
Hugs
Jenni


Re: Poker Game (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 11:18:46 PM AEST
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Terry ... that is a game I'll remember !!!

I see this as another exploration in form style and storytelling from you. And a wonderful experiment at that.

Nazzy ~
( now you got me hummin' Kenny Rogers ... "The Gambler" )



Re: Poker Game (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 28th December 2005 @ 05:47:10 PM AEST
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Haha! This is really good Will...gave me a laugh. Like the metaphor here, and your sense of humour. Nothing like a parking ticket to bring you back to earth, huh?
Well done with this piece.



Scorp: )


Re: Poker Game (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 12th June 2006 @ 03:29:44 AM AEST
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Great write.
so much wisdom in these words.
huggs, smiles,
emy




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