Another cribbage poem...

From BanjoHangout.org:

Sparrows in the piney trees,
Snowdrifts on the yards
Get down to the old Stone House
And bring along the cards.

Deal that cribbage down, boys,
Move them pegs around.
The finest way to spend the day
Is deal that cribbage down!

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A cribbage poem...

From Linda's Poetry:

A Time the Lights Went Out April 29, 2008
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We were watching
the channel 13 news
at 5:30 with Kiley Bennett

He in his recliner
and me sideways
on the couch

with my legs stretched out.
There’d been a killing
in Portland, a car crash

on I-95 near mile marker 14
with two fatalities, and
tornadoes in the Midwest.

Then nothing. The screen
went black and our minds
went blank. We looked

at each other. Now what?
“Want to play cribbage?”
We got the cards and board out,
I moved closer to him
and we started playing, laughing,
smirking, swearing, chuckling.

Then the TV blinked
back on and we put
the cards away.

I returned to my couch
and the news,
unsmiling.

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Cribbage and the Sherku...

First of all, what the heck is a sherku? The explanation can be found at Steve Sherlock's blog on poetry (link below). But the short answer is written in sherku format, which I quote here:

seventeen is not enough but
two more makes nineteen
still an impossible goal

After you read more below you will see that there should be 19 sylables... I count 20 in the sherku explaining what a sherku is. Perhaps this is irony... if so I find it funny... if not; bewildering. Read on...

From Quiet Poet:

"The initial answer is:
Well, it is somewhat "tongue in cheek" but very much like haiku. It differs in that is my spin on creation. I add my "2 cents worth" to it. I follow the standard form and convention somewhat and deviate as necessary.

For example, while convention calls for 17 syllables, I prefer to recommend 19.
Why 19?
Well, 17 is confining, 19 provides more (recall 2 cents). 19 is also a number from a card game called "Cribbage" where 19 is an impossible score to achieve.

Trying to condense a feeling, an image to some number (19 in this case) is an impossible task (recall Cribbage score) to try but try we must."


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So, here is my own attempt at a cribbage sherku. Forgive my desire to always rhyme... it's my plebian need for gaudiness:

If cribbage is poetry,
pegging is rhyme,
19 morphs from nil to sublime

Cool. I'm a poet and didn't realize.
:o)