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STRIP POKER
by Melissa ArelLife has dealt the cards, and I've played a few
Fate on my left, peaking over Destiny's shoulder
Catching those wandering eyes
He smokes a cigar, lips laced with brandy
Time bluffs his hand while I make my move
It's funny, we've always been such a gamble
07/03/2002 Posted on 07/03/2002
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/22/03 at 02:58 PM love the imagery of this one..."Time bluffs his hand while I make my move" what a wonderful line!! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/08/03 at 03:44 PM Excellent poem...and analogy Melissa. Illustration quite appropriate! |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 05/03/03 at 06:04 AM Clever poem! Vute photo too! |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/06/03 at 02:49 PM Ive always thought of life as a gamble. Good to know someone thinks the same way. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/08/03 at 07:05 PM Funtastic Mel....Charlie |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/15/03 at 10:00 PM Great analogies and splendid personifications. Great read. Thanks for posting. |
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