The Winning Bluff

The winning bluff is very hard
Knowing they hold all the cards
To lose would be utter disgrace
Failure and a loss of face
So we remain on total guard

Faces of ivory carved
While pleasantries are being pared
Picking up the losing pace
The winning bluff

Avoiding all the wild cards
Holding the hand close to guard
Caught inside a hardened space
Losing to win the race
With the winning bluff

A Very Giffy Poem

I tried to hate you. I really want to. But I cant.I can’t lose you. I won’t survive and that’s your fault, I know that. You made me love you, you made me let you in.I feel like I should stop think about it, you know but I can’t.We don’t always lose, but when we do, we win. 

That last gif is not quite what I wanted but it's last at night and I will revisit this again.  Someone had remarked on our language being replaced with emoji's and gifs.  This would be a language similar to egyptian heiroglyphics.  I thought I would experiment with what a poem would look like in those terms.  I'll give it another wack later.