Sitting At The Poker Poetry Table Awaiting The Readerable Deal. Poem by Michael Gale

Here i sit day to day...
At this card table of poetry that i daily relish my dealings in readings.

What this day will i be dealt? ...
Will any words be perfect or only be misspell't?

I search happly to Poemhunter Dot Com....
Lines and stanzas t'will by gifted authors make me happy and calm.

Are there misdeals that may fall to my table? ...
Do i ever write?
Only when'st i am artisticly able.

Thoughts in poem can at time be stagnate at pace...
There should not ever be a competitive race.

Feelings of horror or ideas of happiness are delivered as if
they were mysteriously shuffled and dealt...
Some writers of poems have giftedly tell't.

Days of sorrow and nights of violent fights....
Missing visions of faries in fluttering flights.

Do these faries and ogres ever get caught wearing
tu tu's or even pink polka dotted tights? ...
Only if they are fruity like faries spreading fairy dust on
long wintery nights.

Awesome writes of poetic talents can be found on the
poetry poker table from day to day...
Of this great game that i love to be a part of and play.

Is there an ante that i must pay? ...
Only in talent and effort and times spent writing each day.

Here i sit daily awaiting my dealings anxious and nervous...
The poetic artist is the dealer artistically at my very appreciative reading who deals out his or hers invaluable wanted service.