Poker Face Poem by George Carpow

Poker Face



Too many people 'round are walking beside,
All friendly faced, but with the empty eyes.
I'm nodding gently and I'm rushing hence -
I keep on walking with a poker face.

I'm catching up the love of my whole life,
A whisper "Love you, babe" and hugging tight.
She smiles and asks if we could be just friends,
Oh, damn it, I'll bypass you with poker face!

A thunderstorm occurs deep in my soul,
I'm blind with feelings, deaf from heart that knocks,
I cannot vie for bliss on this mad race -
I walk with my eyes closed and poker face.

Another smiling eyes that peer at yours,
A question: "How are you? I know it hurts".
A new friend can't be made of sand and clay:
I'm passing by and keep my poker face

The death was standing at another post,
She said: "Hey, mate, you're lonely more than ghost".
I saw in somber eyes the same grief's trace:
"Well, would you take a walk with poker face? "

Thursday, August 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,friends,grief ,life,loneliness,love,society
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
The Crow 16 August 2018

I love how my Judy becomes a Russian man. When I go up her I get so excited. I'm hard as her b..u..m throbs. Love you my darling girl. I don't care if you are an old woman. You will always be my girl darling.

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