Another passion of mine (other than poems) is cards and all the various things you can do with them. Poker, magic, flourishes are just a small list of the things you can do with cards and I figured why not combine both my passion of cardistry, and poems. With that being said, here’s another one! 😀
If hearts are red,
And spades are black,
Does that mean that…
Diamonds are forever?
A gambler risks,
And I say,
Tsk tsk tsk,
And he goes all in
The hand are dealt,
And the luck is felt,
But the cards,
Were on the wrong side
Ah cards…
The creativity they show,
The uniqueness we know,
All left in 52.
And with that we end,
Doing our flourishes to no avail,
The magic, not impressing,
Leaving me feeling frail
A Denizen's Poems 