Short Gambit Poems

The queen has strength and power 
To make the king surrender....

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Queen's gambit, denied
Life is like a game of chess
Waiting for a mate...

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the tables have turned 


victor spins the cylinder


triggering the end...

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Realization dawns;
it's all a game.
He is king--
playing it safe, 
he moves one step at a time.
He walks alone.
Gambit....

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Ran the gambit,
pleasured myself and others.
took my heart off the shelf,
Felt everything but smothered.
moving on and away,
Where everyday will lead,
Hooray!!!
no clue,
but it's to soon to tell?...

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And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit...

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No, that is not a virus
That is the crow or hawk
Sky diving for pure joy
Or perhaps a delightful morsel,
Yes, mayhap truly a hunger
Came over this swift bird
Dropping from airy heights
In a gambit for renewed life!...

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Light a cinder
For all accumulated burdens
Life renews in a millisecond
As veins pump golden stories

Bonfire for vanity-
is good to feast on doubt
Celebrating royal love
Like tribes in weary sands

Realizing time is a gambit
Universe is out on loan
Are we are the passage...

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Life
Grins
Wildly
Frightfully
Laughter dreams loudly.
Reality does not matter.
Uninhibited souls find new direction; minds scream.
There is no limit to the gambit of emotions a man can feel…or a woman.

Copyright March 10, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Fibonacci - Poetry 
Sponsor: Rob Carmack...

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When you’re dying of terminal sadness,
It’s easy to fall for false cures,
Distracted by tempting amusements
Whose needs seem more pressing than yours.
When you’re two moves adjacent to checkmate
In the game of asserting control,
You’ll get ghosted and gas-lit, 
By a gold-digger’s gambit
Hell bent for a piece of your soul.
...

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the beggars secret
which grants a nights passage
to the great Sewer Bazaar
you can buy back your sister
you can buy a rhinos trumpet
and win the bugs gambit
you’ll be given a coin, and now you cannot see
they take your rhymes
and your mothers name
and your fathers name
they’ve taken your sister again
and you are alone
in an ally
and you whisper to a boy
the beggars secret...

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The pride and integrity of broken covenants, plans devoid of breath
Failure to act in unforeseen events, situations uncontrolled
Chasing to correct errors, straying to accept loss
Stupidity? Naivete? Ignorance?
The agitated mind is dumb as the first bet lost
In desperation for redemption, the same motions are forced
To pretend and to pose, to chase the wind
To seek approval, for truth in trust lost...

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If we sacrifice, that what we possess,
allusion being to ego we know,
this gambit pays off, for as we undress
and conditioned beliefs slowly let go,
released from erst fears, we begin to flow.
Thought fetters that bound and twirled us around,
viewed with nonchalance, no longer astound,
since having vaporised and merged with space,
we are from head to toe, in bliss mists drowned,
imbibing breath by breath, God’s sublime grace....

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