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Kevin

Senior Member

since 1999-11-02

Posts 729
Torrington, Ct, Usa

0 posted 2002-07-12 03:47 PM

A single lamp hung from the ceiling dancing with the shadows
The spot lit center table sat beneath a cloud of smoke
That twisted with the tension of a man strung from the gallows
As two sat playing cards awaiting one to go home broke
They studied every movement by the man across the table
At times forgetting that they should be conscious of their own
They rarely took a risk, only took pots when they were able
To one mans repressed smile and another’s repressed groan
As each began to tire they grew careless with their calm
The chips began to gather in the center faster still
And though the stone-faced soldiers didn’t trust their tight gripped palm
They came back at each other higher than they each would will
Before either could answer their conscience’s desperate pleading
Each had thrown to center every chip they had amounted
And as they sat their stunned each other’s face they remained reading
While trying to keep down their heartbeat as each card was counted
One by one the first man flipped his cards over with pride
All royalty had flaunted itself from his shaking hand
Four kings and a queen showed that his face the whole time lied
And he sat back as if to prove his ruling of the land
His counterpart looked pale as he delayed his own revealing
He didn’t move a muscle, instead watched the other smiling
But as he reached out for his hand his hurting turned to healing
As every flip of card to him grew more and more beguiling
An ace of hearts for love he said, it’s always conquered all
An ace of spades to join it ‘cause they make quite a cute pair
An ace of clubs to follow ‘cause it makes others feel small
And the ace of diamonds for the money sitting over there
He then flipped up a jack that he insisted was good measure
And let a chuckle slip out as he stood up from his seat
And bending over slightly he raked up his newfound treasure
Then left to let the other dwell upon the grave defeat
Ten minutes of silence finally broke to screeching chair
And footsteps that ever so slowly left the room for good
Leaving nothing but the scent of lingering despair
A faded deck of cards and a small table made of wood

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2002-07-12 03:52 PM

Kevin! Good to see you again! Are you ready to join into the 'Deer, Toe, LJA wars and deal out some poetry that will make them fall over?

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

2 posted 2002-07-12 03:54 PM

Awesome

Cold hands means a warm heart

Kevin

Senior Member

since 1999-11-02

Posts 729
Torrington, Ct, Usa

3 posted 2002-07-12 04:01 PM

Hmmm, you think this mele needs a 4th?

give me some time

Aimster
Member Elite

since 2000-02-19

Posts 4297
Charlotte, NC

4 posted 2002-07-13 02:32 AM

kev,
first nice to see you

i enjoyed
reading this piece from you. it is
a bit different than most of your work
but i enjoyed the imagery and emotion
you put into this. lovely.
take care.
amy

"you can't stop
the rain
from pouring down
can't stop the
world from turning 'round
can't stop me from
loving you
no matter
what you do"

Sunnyone
Member Ascendant

since 2000-07-06

Posts 5334
Staffordshire, England

5 posted 2002-07-13 06:33 AM

and the dealer takes all!!!! This is a fantastic piece, one that gets the old urge to pull out the cards going!! Enjoyed tremendously, and glad you put it here!!!

Open the door and let your adventure begin!!!

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