Sometimes I go All-In,
But seldom do I ever win.
Sometimes I’m feeling blue,
but a flush goes and changes my hue.
Sometimes I get a straight,
but a full house messes my fate.
Sometimes Replay makes me happy,
but my small pair leaves me sappy.
Sometimes I need a break,
and I bluff but lose by fate.
Sometimes I write a poem,
and glad I’m still at home.
Sometimes I end a hand,
by shouting as loud as I can.
I hope these words of wit,
give me a chance to win the $h!t.
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Replay is rigged.
Pocket Pairs
Deuces, 3s, 5s and 4s
See the flop, and pay no more
Sevens, eights, six and nine
If multi-way, then you’re behind
Pocket jacks, and pocket tens,
So often need a set to win,
Aces, and kings, and queens are prema,
Right up until the second they ream ya
Poker, it will build you up, then tear you down.
It’s your friend when you win, but watch out!
No doubt you’ll soon be on the out’s.
Poker, I’ll stay in my place, I’ll play at my pace.
You think your the king, king of the hood, yes king
of the hood rats, but don’t dare play with the cats.
Poker, why do we play, why do we stay?
We make the right move, we’re in the grove, then
Bam! In one hand, its ‘ouch’ I’m going to the couch.
Poker, twisted turns, winding rivers, floppy flops.
They say it’s skill, or could they be shills.
Some say it all luck, but they’ll loose their bucks.
Poker, we’ll play for hours, we’ll feel it’s power.
Poetry, a momentary diversion or a real aversion.
Poker is poetry each composing in their own stile.
Hickory dickory dock,
The dealer was checking the clock,
The clock struck eight, I made my straight,
And cashed-in from my friends on the block.
Kaching!
I am the player, Jack on a Leash
My wife Juliet bets with a dish
Each bet, with my luck and Juliet
Poker became my Russian Roulette
R. Petrossian
A man stood on a burning Deck
wearing nothing but a choker.
He went all in
a mortal sin thank you
Replay Poker.
P assion for the game or simple hobby
O n the green felt of hope and tresures past
K icker in hand for a sure win ready
E arly position which often comes last
R eeling from your fabulous winning hand
deal me in again
time nor money stultifies
my need to play on
The cards are dealt and I know you felt that your cards were mighty thin.
The cards you got they weren’t a lot, but any cards can win.
So. sit up tall and don’t just call, push your chips all in.
And win or lose, it’s you who choose to play the game again.
My Poker Life
By Claudia Tait
Chips are red, chips are blue, your first royal flush, (AsKsQsJs10s) will addict you to replay poker too!
It was rainy and dark
and so just for a lark
some poker I thought I would play
The cards I was dealt
would make you just melt
but fold is not what I would say
the flop was so bad
and the turn made me sad
it was likely the end of my day
but low and behold
I was glad not to fold
cause the river made me say hooray
Two men from Moscow
For fun they bought two cows
They counted them to be sure
The count came out to be four
They counted them again
This time it was nine
One said “Mate, let us open a bottle of Vodka”
The other said “No mate, we will play poker”
So they went to the casino
For a game of Omaha
Flop came, they made a straight
Turn came, turned it to a boat
River came, somebody bet them out of their wit.
They were telling “Mate, we should be counting cows”.
Playing Poker By Michelle Hite
Playing Poker
There is nothing tougher.
I checked pocket Aces
In hopes to catch a bluffer.
I get a third Ace
As were winding ‘round the turn.
My confidence is soaring as
They soon will feel the burn.
I go all in, in a hasteful rush.
A fourth diamond on the river,
It’s the dratted backdoor flush!
You can lose with kings
And win with twos
The excitement is there,
Whether you win or lose.
I sit in wonder
While I bet on this gutshot
And I miss again
Owed to KK’sss
ohh KK’s…
how we h8 thee
in our pockets
woe onto those w/ KKs
woe onto those with kings…
i got the knife…
you got the gun…
c’mon ya’ll, let’s hav a little fun…
i’m a gamblin man.
1 man’s obv
is another’s
huh?
A poor hand I do see. While my finger betrays me,. I call, you raise, everyone’s in, the pots ablaze, should have folded but it’s too late now, they’ve gone all in, ready to say chow, my heart so low, three two,s on the flop, and what do you know, I,m holding the fourth, and take the lead, I do love to gamble, a good rush indeed!
Delaying action
Some players stall every street
Tournament haiku