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Random Poem: Calling The Bluff
by Sandy M. Humphrey

These pleasers
Who call with offers
And compliments
Ego boosters
Crowing with praise
Then as if everything
Were elemental
On the table
Cards are laid
And the hand
They hold is all bluff
No real substance
After all
And you wonder
Where did the glitter go
Did you need them
And if indeed
They need you
So badly
As they claimed
Why did they
Come to play
In a dime game


Posted on 09/29/2008
Copyright © 2022 Sandy M. Humphrey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/30/08 at 02:50 AM

Perfect last four lines. They bring this thing to a very nice, masterful close.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/30/08 at 03:26 PM

...sandy, me too what gabe says...as the dip of the last four lines arrive, you've already danced the floor, 'spressin' yo' self, and yes yes yes, why do you say you will when you want?...Thoreau said 'if a man comes at you with a good deal, RUN away as fast as you can...good one sandy...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/02/08 at 05:24 PM

Strong reminder to me anyways of telemarketers, though this obviously goes deeper. Excellent tight expression Sandy...only says what it has to and that's plenty to evoke the brain cells.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/19/09 at 06:07 PM

To read a superb poem about such a prosaic and irritating occurrence. You illustrate why poets are needed in our society. Thanks for the gift - no cost to us except a few moments of precious reading.

Posted by Mo Couts on 06/28/11 at 06:14 PM

Wow. Your command of voice and bold style here is remarkable and holds the attention like few other poems can. Awesome!

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/19/13 at 11:37 PM

Some come only to play and when contact ensues they fly the coop for fear of what ever it is they thought they sought.

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