Meet me at the tournament,
Nothing words that goes to my consent.
Yeah, I know that a woman like you should include.
But I already did for you as I conclude.
Every move you make,
are pieces you took that hardly for me to take.
For might not be a careless mistake.
But my defeat made my heartache.
Then we meet again
Place is the same, moves that my game went pain.
Surely as I made your rank rise but I fall for you down.
Then you take my place and place your crown.
Now my Mallory that we been together,
Hope today not sooner we matched, as I defeat.
Though you are my mate, but die in check.
I no longer take it back but to resign and retreat.
— Love, Your Knight,
Nolan Sawyer.
(This poem is inspiration from the book of Check & Mate by Ali Hazelwood)
You will find the content in the title.'
Love a garden tea party.
Summertime is the best time to entertain.
Welcome to family and friends !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
I have never heard of an early check in time like this one
We arrived at the hotel at ten thirty a.m.
Check in time is four p.m.
My husband was standing at the front desk
An older lady was making keys for him
I have never heard of anyone checking in at ten-thirty before.
This was a first.
He told me he said he would pay extra.
We were able to slide into the only room already cleaned for the day.
We had to pay a resort fee of fourteen dollars.
My eyes are forgetting day by day, the power in a single gaze
My mouth is so sick from the same taste of my lips just going to waste.
My neck feels so stiff, firmly un-gripped
goosebumps are thinking about jumping ship.
My torso is feeling so very old with nothing to show up for, no reason to pose.
Then are my hands, more fed up than me
touching the same skin, well who wouldn’t be..?
Getting to the legs, they’re seconds from dead
forever just dosing, especially in bed.
At the drop of a hat,
just like that the calendar turns its last page, wearing thin.
Yet again, it begins.
The town stays the same yet everything’s changed
old hands start to wear new rings.
Years ago, you were born
wardrobe’s been worn
as one door closes, someone else walks in.
Yet again, it begins.
The sun leaves the sky but in the blink of an eye
it’s there again and you’re left questioning why…
children leave the swings for other things
and soon those children start to bare their own,
then face the world all alone.
That new house that becomes a home
with the back garden, now all overgrown
where you once slept, newly a teen
before everything you now have seen
and yet this is no dream.
That kid at school you knew so well
hears the echoes of wedding bells
but before you know it, there comes the rain
you watch them drift away in pain
and just like that, it starts all over again.
As the day creeps slowly into night
you clutch your pen with each word you write
but don’t forget to check the time
before today falls out of your sight.
Only medium happy today.)
Only medium aware today.)
I was writing after being told
By God..The false prophets of
These latter years are the main
Or as I call them ( drainstream )
Information media; outlets re cap on the
The false prophets of baal.' The
Blood of saints and true prophets
Is on their hands, cue (isis mossad
Mi6 cia) etc, and media
Agendas pushing many conflicts.'
All Glory to the God of all.'
We waited for the coat check
Since our winter garb is bulky
And schlepping it around could make
Us feel a little sulky.
The Met was far from crowded
Yet the line was barely crawling.
We inched along impatiently;
As members, it was galling.
At last we made it to the front;
No claim checks were presented.
Instead, you tapped your number
On a keypad; none dissented.
When we were set to leave,
After a lovely afternoon,
We lined up once again,
Our crawl repeating much too soon.
But as we zipped our jackets up,
I noticed that adjacent
To the line we left was one where
Not one person was impatient.
For it was meant for members,
Which describes our situation.
Had we known about it sooner,
We’d have saved some aggravation.
Bleep.
Tap.
Trolly overload.
Some look as if they consume too much;others,not enough.
Bleep Bleep.
Tap Tap.
Discount app,
Three for two.
Bleep bleep bleep.
Tap tap tap.
Some appear as if in a Zen-like state of grace;
Others, as if waiting on a delayed train.
Bleep bleep bleep
Tap tap tap.
Remove card now.
Bleep bleep bleep.
From start to finish.
siemens, a e g, krupps..Still supply much
Death machinery.'
For your attention
and kind consideration ~
be my valentine.
There is a fire stoked deep in the heart,
Abundant in deceit, desperately wicked,
its inferno: a world of sin impart—
Unruly evil, venomous pet.
Nature changed by this inferno of hell,
Untamable friend of the gossiper,
With honeyed words, slander and lies to spell,
The tongue, the tongue, in shouts and whisper.
This talk, this slander, these words that languish,
In pity, in schemes, in curse, in deep water,
Blend not with spring, olives, figs to relish,
Nor with blessings, sweetness, love, and prayer.
So tongue in check, to stumble not in word,
The man, bridled, perfected in the Lord.
When I became a passenger bound.
With you in this way,
My engine coughed a mournful sound,
With a dim warning on the array
A check light soon blazed; your orange warning sign,
My future is futile and stark,
I feared the road, the desire to journey was no longer mine,
You could have just left me, alone in the dark
But you, you shone, a guiding grace,
beacons dispelling doom,
Your high beams lit my weary face,
And chased away this mind's lowly gloom
You showed me paths I couldn't see,
Beyond doubt and fear,
Destiny belongs to me,
A reason to be here
The road stretched out,
a silver thread,
Unfurling in the light,
Purpose had been gently led,
Burned ever clear; exemplary bright
You changed my sparkless perspective
Becoming a repair so effective
My soul now lives by directive
As your happiness became our collective
Feeling loved, now we drive on,
The engine hums like new,
I'm a passenger, where hope's our bond,
Because I traveled with you
Too small,
for two of us.
Wanting to run away,
I was reluctant to stay here.
Our pay checks did not reach far in those days,
I had a place to rest my head.
Needed more rent money,
please rain dollars.
Too small.
The demons always come at night
but oft, they dwell, until the dawn
or stay the day without invite;
“till one of us first moves the pawn.
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