If life were a game of chess,
I would not be holding the chess pieces.
I wish to become a chessboard,
So I could see the wonders of life and be free
Or I may in another way I can explain
A plain tea that reflects the story of life,
The chess pieces will show your past life
How life battle is won through tactical warfare
The 64 squares is like arena of prizefighter,
Where you live life everyday like gladiator
Notwithstanding the hardship I face
Only at the end I won life with honor
Nevertheless the worn out skill of wisdom,
Made it all for me to victory and reward.
Categories:
chess game, character, life, sports, success,
Form: Free verse
carved from ivory
placed in peril at your whim~
expendable
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Categories:
chess game, games,
Form: Senryu
Black and white players
Up for the challenge
Sometimes win
Other times the agony of defeat
Predict who will move where
Maneuver
Be clever
The trick
Left, up, right or down
Think Theory
Careful right decision
Logical approach
The encounter
Winner
Check me
Categories:
chess game, adventure, anxiety, art, care,
Form: Free verse
In a game of chess
You don't speak
You just act
The only time that you ever speak
When playing chess
Is to say checkmate
Life is like chess
Don't broadcast your intentions
Act quietly
Keep achieving
Your achievements
Are your checkmate.
Categories:
chess game, future, games, life, visionary,
Form: Free verse
If Lucifer and heaven's angels fell
before a time when man first walked the earth,
and ages hence conceived the virgin birth,
wherefore was I meant for this life of hell?
If God is so benign, then why the tale
of my lifelong privation (of love, hearth)
repeats, whilst consuming up all my worth:
as if my soul's cursed with no holy grail?
Before my dawn's emergence, fate conspired
with darkness to assault and end my name;
together, they erased all I desired,
wished for, worked for, planned for, then mocked my shame.
So I, like Milton, rose up: and, inspired,
played rhyme's grandmaster moves in life's chess game!
Categories:
chess game, allusion, inspiration, life, loneliness,
Form: Italian Sonnet
16 July 2024 6:57 AM
Morning contemplations a life long game of chess
Planning my every move and weighing consequence
Choices made and more to come
Second by second sun to sun
I hear time ticking in the back of my mind
Tick tick tock tock an irregular rhythm sublime
Time is not steady as one may think
It speeds up and slows down many times in a blink
So I must plan carefully every single move
Every thoughts solution I must consider and prove
So many variables in this complex equation
So many to many for every occassion
I add multiply divide and subtract
Every detail rumor and fact
Every tid bit of knowledge and information
To form my own opinion my own soveriegn nation
Existing only in my mind
King of nothing but wasting time
I think there for I am
Such is the life of man
Categories:
chess game, life,
Form: Rhyme
Life is a chess game,
Where fools eat your black or white pawns,
Where liars replace shiny pawns
To confiscate them in your loving heart,
A chess game, where riders pass
Without seeing you in the barren deserts,
Where horses transport you and make you invisible
Day and night, summer and winter, far from peaceful squares,
Life is a game of chess, where it is better to live
In castles unjustly, kings, sleeping with angels,
Than push a plow, and bite the odorless dust
Fields and stones too heavy,
Life is a chess game, where friends advise you
And make you honest, or smart, or careful,
Where you must learn not to die as an idiot,
Sacrifice battles or theories, for books of poets,
A chess game, subtly Manichean and deep,
Where you can’t be impressed by the confidence
Of each other, warriors and peasants, a game of chess,
Where only a chess queen allows you to escape tough emotions
And scarecrows standing on the chessboard of the heart..
Categories:
chess game, 9th grade, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Two men in green suits
Playing chess with each other
In my backyard lawn.
Categories:
chess game, analogy, desire, sports, war,
Form: Haiku
Spring and winter are wrestling with March
One day it is seventy-two and almost balmy
By that evening we are in danger of getting frostbite
For two days we are running around in shorts.
The third day has us bundling into our snowsuits.
We need our de-icer the minute we leave it in our garage
Buds on lilac trees freeze before they can open
Spring and winter flip flop back and forth, flexing muscles
We do not dare plant anything until May.
April is almost as iffy as March.
We are pawns in this climatic game of chess.
Inaccurately predicting their next moves
Categories:
chess game, seasons,
Form: Blank verse
In a game of chess against my twin flame,
We sat across the board and the battle commenced!
With each move we make, we both strive to claim
Victory, but fear of loss makes us both tense.
For we've both been “loved”, but it was not pure,
For past love was just a desire to possess,
To validate themselves as they grow and mature,
At the cost of our happiness.
But with my twin flame, it's different, you see,
She’s an equal to me, a partner in mind,
But still, we both fear to lose ourselves fully,
To someone who may, in the end, be unkind.
So we play this game, with each move so precise,
Hoping to find love, but not at our own sacrifice.
Categories:
chess game, analogy, for her, love,
Form: Rhyme
Who will make a move first.
The world of chess is in the courts.
Can we really give an appeal and pay our lawyer for trust.
It’s your move Bobby Fisher, I mean the judge. Which side are you on?
Nitpicking the evidence but he won’t budge. Now we take it up to the president for rights deserve.
Mr. President can you help the lower class people? Taking it to the Supreme Court which is now reserved. It’s now your move...
Categories:
chess game, care, christian, evil, games,
Form: Rhyme
its a dance
and a prance
make the right move
and you grove
life is cool
just have the tools
to win right blend
it drive you insane
LIFES A CHESS GAME
Categories:
chess game, confusion, depression,
Form: Light Verse
For to defend your home
was your noble calling
so off to war you had gone,
leaving wife and family.
Enemy you did not know,
your job was just to fight;
wicked men in the capital,
picking friends from foes.
You patrolled the desert
among the palm trees
until a bomb exploded
right under your boots.
And now you come home
cold in a wooden coffin,
flying in at past midnight
that no one will see.
Poor sacrificial pawn
in the neocons’ scheme,
died serving your leaders'
diabolical chess game.
Categories:
chess game, political, war,
Form: I do not know?