We fit into some great mystic puzzle. Live our lives like wooden chessmen. We move here and there and some disappear. The journey fills us with experience. Truly the food of Gods! We watch as the mirror changes and a new you steps forth. Then to realize there is more of that cross to bear. Words from my fathers mouth return saying, " use your head!" There are invisible chains that we carry around, for no one can be born here and not be beholden! Some don't believe and the weight is titanic. When the sun is shining and smiles are pasted on, the wondering eyes of people search for a master, that can somehow make something out of them. The day comes, when all will be made known, then will peoples mouths drop and stomachs full of butterflies! No, there is no escape, "no one gets out of here alive", and coming is the big reveal...how the sunset came to be!
date:1/21/2020
date:1/21/2020
Categories:
chessmen, destiny,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Stayin’ up again, all nite long,
Comic book characters take me along,
On midnite rides of fun and fear,
Oh, to have free time & some cheer.
The lites are brightly burning eyes,
The SDO is on the sly,
Can’t stop now, 4 hours more,
Can’t sleep now or close the door.
Oh yeh, it’s great to count the tiles,
On and along for endless miles,
Minds going blank can’t see at all,
Whoa back buck I’m startin’ to fall.
Chessmen smile and say “Go slow”
Grasp latch and swing wide the window,
Crisp cool air comes tumbling in,
Yes, its true someday soon I’ll win.
2 a.m. and all’s going well,
Think I'll sit and rest a spell,
Bill Baileys on to cheer me up!
But all I know is this place sucks!
“Sign that Roster, give me your card!”
The pig shouts out, man is he hard.
I sit and smile and dream and gaze,
I’m now down to 9 more days….
Categories:
chessmen, military, mystery, people, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
coins ring laughter born of war babies buy bombs
liquor in a dying bum’s throat chocking on tears heaven
is a wink and a dollar-bill rabbits in the dark sex in the park
chessmen move in minds of shadows dressed in suits with gin
in hand the mice run cheese severed tales of another rabid blessing
the worm-hole moves through your eyes a ghost runs fingers through
your hair dangles in the still mid-night wind exploding generations of
soldiers painted green with philosophy plastic guns painted children modern
mother earth awakens visions drum smoke into the storm of stares glancing
choruses cracking churches changing shattering showers of sun slipping acid
-tears tear rain music hears ears gasping deaf white winter birds flap red death
-bed angels leading hands crying glory with glowing lips sealed the wax wanes
Categories:
chessmen, spiritual, visionary,
Form: Free verse
advanced knight pawn blocks
different tics on their clocks…
chessmen in a box
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
Categories:
chessmen, adventure, allegory, people,
Form: Senryu
The compromise of day...
forgiveness falls to night...
The memory in seclusion...
the dwelling by candle light...
A spark is felt with feeling...
reality concludes...
The deserted composed...
of the precious moments accrue...
Like chessmen without a move...
We're forced to re examine...
the entitlement of freedom...
with fist diminished force...
The more we search the reason...
The more we discover the source...
Categories:
chessmen, art, forgiveness,
Form: Concrete