Checkered Poems | Examples

Tigers, generally, come in only one type,
wearing a coat with a vertical stripe. 
My dad's stripes go sideways, and as one expects, 
my fur is covered quite nicely with checks.

In essence
I've been reduced to a piece of bread
asking the same question
when will I wake up?
before anything else
I seek it again
waiting for it to catch me
as the cup turns red
when it moves
I stop

checkered cheetah Chancy chanted cheery chipper chant
Chimpanzee curiously concentrated ‘cause cheetah can’t.
cackling cadaver’s cadence cheered chimp’s cheery chance.
delivering devious devilish Dracula during Desmond’s dance.

I met a quirky bird the other day,
  Who has a checkered past, they say.
  Many a nest she left in shambles,
  As she continues her rambles.
  Takes what she needs,
  Leaves others to bleed.
  A bolt hole might be the place for her,
  Could be away for some place to stay,
  Or run away.
  A home, a nest of all her own.
  Where she can store her stuff when done and ready to roam.
  A place to retreat and be alone.
  To atone or find an excuse for shredding a nest.
  Putting relationships to the test.
  Managing her quietude without all the rest:
  Compromise,
  Communication,
  Clashes,
  That help make nests some of the best.
  Failure to see the value in these will continue with failures for all the rest.
  Quirky birds will fill in nests,
  But never count on them to stay,
  They tend to ramble and fly away.
  Walk on the glass path they fill,
  But always remember," the bird has a checkered past,
  Relationships don't last"!

Jewellery, stylish pens, paper hearts, nostalgic figurines,
Memories of holidays spent in my grandmother's place,
Cherishing purple checker box with snowflakes, praying for same things.

A pattern like a checkerboard
Is one that I adore,
On clothing, bedding, even rugs
Or tiles upon a floor.

Though stripes and dots and plaid are nice,
I’m partial to the squares,
Especially in black and white;
Not one design compares.

Those little boxes neatly wrought 
To me are unsurpassed,
Except, of course, for someone
Who must hide a checkered past.

I LONG TO SEE
 MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY 
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL GOOD TO ONE
ANOTHER
JUST YOU WANT AND SEE

LOVE AINT ALL THAT COMPLICATED
SHE'LL HAVE ME HUSBANDNATED
GRATISFACTION AND SATISFACTION
I GUARANTEE

I LONG TO SEE
 MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY 
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL TALK AND
HONOR ONE ANOTHER
JUST YOU WANT AND SEE
CLEVER CONVERSATIONS
TALKING AND NEGOTIATING
I LONG TO SEE
 MY LOVER
SOMEWHERE SHE WAITS FOR ME
ROMANTIC SUPPERS
AND SPECIAL EVENINGS
CANDLELIGHT AND KISSING
WE'LL SPEND TIME REMINISCING
JUST WAIT AND SEE
I LONG TO SEE MY LOVER
SOMEWHERE SHE WAITS FOR ME

I tried to regain whatever
it is that remained from
the shattered glasses
that broke the stillness
of that night.

I tried to smile again
and forget about everything
that makes this heart go into a 
place
where butterflies flutter in the 
breeze.

I tried to forget about
that day when the rain didn't 
stop falling
just when you decided not to 
come.

Time will pass.
The white statues by the park
will crumble but not
the memories of the walks we 
have spent there.

Time will pass.
I wish our memories would too.

I take firm grasp of the handle
My goal reflected in the steel of the knife,
I put the knife to its green face
Its' checkered skin;

I flex my bicep, grimace with thirst
I remember the day’s troubles, 
The day’s triumphs, And I cut
The blade breaks the rough surface
Shatters the smooth oval,
And sinks deep into the soft redness beneath
Juice flows over my hands, and I forget my thoughts,
I reach in and take firm grasp of its heart
I wrench it out with red dripping fingers
Slobbering it into my mouth
The sweetness of the watermelon sends my heart racing with joy
And I reminisce that I had forgotten the plate.


P.S, for those who may not know, the sweetest part of the watermelon is the heart (hence 
reaching for the heart)


© Samir Georges
2010

Seems like yesterday
that I went out to play
in my old checkered coat,
my how memories float.

My mom would say
before you play
put on your checkered coat,
my how memories float.

I remember the day
I heard my mother say
here's your new checkered coat,
my how memories float.

Now today I say goodbye,
in the box it goes, as I say,
goodbye, goodbye old checkered coat,
my how memories float.

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