L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

Checkers

Nobody plays a good game of checkers anymore, 
Squared off like fierce, ruthless fiends
Hunched over, hypnotized by crowned kings
And heavy losses spent of jubilee

You can't plug in a checkerboard
Or marvel at the clink, clink, clink
Of counting blips against green bumpers, 
Though a black can disappear like magic
Beneath a sweeping scarred and reddened hand.
Nobody plays a good game of checkers anymore.


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Submitted to "Gems That Slipped Through the Cracks"
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh

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Gary Radice February 10, 2021 at 1:51 PM I agree with Edward and I'm glad I've had the opportunity to discover this gem of a poem L Milton. Cheers - Gary L Milton Hankins February 10, 2021 at 3:36 PM Thanks, Gary. I appreciate your comment.

Edward Ibeh February 10, 2021 at 1:41 PM It's nice to discover this amazing write, L Milton:-) Congrats for placing in my contest! L Milton Hankins February 10, 2021 at 3:36 PM Thanks, Edward. I thought it was a good tribute to checkers, which seems have given way to video games, etc.

Gershon Wolf February 8, 2021 at 6:33 PM I guess it's either chess or video games now. Kind of like pro basketball: either dunks or 3-pointers. Not too many contested two-pointers anymore... And so it goes. :) gw L Milton Hankins February 8, 2021 at 7:46 PM So true; so true. Thanks for reading it.