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Checkmate

Queen takes pawn ~ Knights get horned ~ Bishop intercedes Castle crumbles ~you're in trouble ~ totally deceived Mind games ~ it's what it's all about King Moves ~ across the checkered board Psychological warfare ~ captured it's too late From any angle ~ no escape ~ Checkmate!

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Date: 3/31/2019 2:37:00 AM
This is the game of life, no winning move. We are all in a losing game... Maybe we should play a game of chess you and I... beautiful work...beautiful concept.
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Arturo Michael
Date: 3/31/2019 7:56:00 AM
The game we are all forced to participate...hide if you may...Yes, one day we should play
Date: 2/23/2019 9:50:00 PM
A game of skill indeed. Using your mind. I have never played Chess, but you have expressed this perfectly. Such is the game of life. Using common sense. ~ Brandy
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Date: 2/23/2019 10:46:00 AM
What a clever poem Arturo - I love it as it reminds me of my father who was quite addicted to playing chess and was sought out as an avid contender. Poetry hugs, Jennifer.
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Date: 2/22/2019 9:53:00 AM
"From any angle, no escape" .. WOW... :)
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Date: 2/22/2019 3:19:00 AM
- An excellent poem, Arturo :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:10:00 AM
Thank you Sunshine...I smile...
Date: 2/21/2019 9:55:00 PM
Arturo, truly wonderful, and how creative, well done ~
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:10:00 AM
I humbly bow in thanks...maybe I'll be a worthy player one day...
Date: 2/21/2019 8:38:00 PM
what an awesome take on that game chess and its metaphor for life. Good one!
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:07:00 AM
Make the wrong move and you might lose...Thank you Andrea...
Date: 2/21/2019 5:35:00 PM
This could be a metaphor for so many things..... Very clever of you, Arturo !
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:06:00 AM
Learning to navigate the muse...Thank you Carrie...
Date: 2/21/2019 6:50:00 AM
An unusual subject, for poetry, and i sense a hint of the human race, whichever, wonderful poem, love it.
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:04:00 AM
Thank you Harry...adding a little spice to the mix...
Date: 2/20/2019 3:54:00 PM
A perfect poem! Excellent, Arturo! xomo :)
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:04:00 AM
Thank you Maureen...I take a bow....
Date: 2/20/2019 11:18:00 AM
I used to play a bright ten-year-old who wanted to get away from his teacher as much as his teacher was glad to throw him my way. When he moved away, I was devastated. I often wonder about him. I did not allow him to win for three games, but when I saw he was getting discouraged, I allowed myself some hard mistakes, pretending to be annoyed with myself. It was worth it to see his winning smiles! Within two weeks, he was a worthy opponent.
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:03:00 AM
Wonderful to hear...a little mindfulness did the twist...
Date: 2/20/2019 9:35:00 AM
Life has never provided us with a road map. We choose what road we take and when we feel like we have it all, we face a checkmate.
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 8:01:00 AM
Greetings ARBOL VERDE... You're right no road map...
Date: 2/20/2019 9:21:00 AM
That feeling of checkmate is devastating to the one facing it..a unique poem Arturo.
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Arturo Michael
Date: 2/22/2019 7:58:00 AM
Coming out of the shell my friend will expose you to the elements...

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