Short Stalemate Poems
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~ aka 'Forever War' ~
Israel won't quit fighting until every Hamasnik is dead
Hamas won't quit fighting until every last Jew on earth is bled
Our life is a chess game
If your king’s dying,
Don’t be checkmate
But try for a stalemate
Bite size poem no.20
6/09/2021
This universe is a chequered board
Where facts are sacrificed as pawns
To defend ideas antediluvian.
Our horizon is constantly receding
Knowledge and ignorance clash
Ending in a stalemate.
I am a disaster,
wallowing in self-pity.
Delusions strong,
paranoia in overdrive.
I am stalemate.
Stagnant.
Watching life pass,
and I cannot move.
No dreams, nor nightmares.
Life hurts.
Checkmate.
SURPRISE
a
renowned
originality
a
sketch
of
the curious
ended in a stalemate
a
single tapestry
of
atmospherics
sometime
evident
in the
unprecedented
innovation
adopted
of
coolly
detached views
when an impenetrable shield ~ is struck by an unbreakable sword
in the collision not one atom is lost ~ and stalemate gets restored
far better to have a standoff truce ~ than fight an unwinnable war
By
David Kavanagh
surprised target
without you
perhaps on the desolate streets
my dreams buried in the dark
not selected stalemate in the dead-end streets
who is killer
unquestionable secrams
befor the final curtain
this is not the worst
foreign stays to hearts
Talk is not what I want right now,
now I have reached a precipice.
Precipice that can’t stay quiet,
quiet amped and tangled in talk.
Talk left knotted simply circles,
circles then loops over again.
Again we’ve come to a stalemate,
stalemate that disintegrates talk.
the fight between day and night
light and dark
fantasy and fear
they have come to a stop
come to a conclusion
and stopped the feuding
for now the fighting
has stopped
for now they are at
a stalemate
for now they live in peace
til' the day
til' the day
the fighting heats up again.
The absence of copula,
black and white to and fro,
Pidgins broke the rules.
Yu spik a long tang,
ol rul mas stop, Braddah.
Into colonial subjugation,
Pidgin has no future, stalemate.
Falls under freedom of slavery,
let's have an interracial,
the bukkake of licentia poetica.
Played chess at the park
Giant board made on the grass
Four foot tall pieces
Played with a psychiatrist
Every move a stalemate
Barbara Gorelick
For the Dream contest...
I don't even know how to play chess...I don't even know a
psychiatrist, but maybe this means I should find one...lol
Always changing strategies
when i think we're stalemate
your manipulating mind
I'm almost in checkmate
Have me on my toes
your proving very clever
worthy adversary
a challenging endeavor
But see you've overlooked
a keen eye I have for detail
youth is so impetuous
almost hate to see you fail
clash of egos,
differences
of perspectives
stalls fluidity.
a partnership dissolves
ideas
once a mountain stream
flowing
seamlessly,
now a trickle;
static electricity.
synergy,
at rest;
in a state of stagnation.
they've assumed
the position
of chess pieces
from which
no further move.
is possible.
STORM
thunder clashes
a deluge of rain follows
no birds tweeting
MARCH ON
the bugle’s first post
soldiers on parade
heavy footsteps
CIVIL WAR
guns in abundance
the clock is ticking fast
stalemate
SUSPENSE
atmospheric music
there’s a muffled scream
glass shattering
SNOWSTORM
heavy snow falling
all quiet on the outside
fire crackles
Yes, we’ve got the message
But what of its passage?
From your factories vapor
That does not foster rapport:
To residents a mission
Cushioning the emission…
I fear rearing stalemate
And a final waiting bait.
I wonder the smart platform
You’ll set up to quell the storm.
Whom you choose as Delegate
They shall behind relegate…
To Angering Pollution
Bribery not solution
MEN’S WEEKEND FUN
……………………
THE GETAWAY
Vegas
First-Class
FOUR BACHELORS IN A BAR
Find date
Stalemate
TIME FOR POKER
They bluff
Sell stuff
CRUISING BY MIDNIGHT
Road Trip
Bucks dip
GUY TALK
“Love hurts”
Rhum spurts!
PUNCHLINE FROM A WOMAN
Playboy?
Girl’s Toy
.................
We've been playing this game for so long,
trying to find where we went wrong.
Each time I'd think I'd learned the rules,
you'd change them, so again I'm the fool.
Over and over you manage to score;
wearing me down; hurting me more.
I don't see how I can do this again
when I know there's no way I can win.
But play or give up; either way I choose,
there will be no winner, so we both lose.
Muse me mine
No crime to run along another line
Reveal a peal of thunder
Steal a thought from jeopardy
Otherwise, no one will see
The gem beneath the lime-rick
Stalemate draws to endless squabble
Deny the place for psychobabble
From a zone of rubble, define a truth
Magnificent in grandeur
The whistle of a distant train
A swift arrival crossing over
Bearing friction of the truth
I see my face in a fractured mirror,
It reflects shattered images quite deep,
Secrets that the fragments can hardly hide,
A warped and slanted view of what I was,
Reflecting a pale painful pining face.
I try to glue the pieces together,
But that is a battle lost before-hand,
The fracture dealt, too wide and pulled aside,
The sharp sardonic sides still stay stalemate,
Reflecting myself as a ghastly ghost.
the years of clutter sum total
feel much like a noose around my neck
the memories both good and bad
exhausting in their tonnage
trinkets on shelves
reminders in drawers
paramount to the anchor
out to hold me back
the sea beckons all around me
but i’m fettered in a stalemate
hovering when i should be sailing
how i envy the minimalist
who has mastered the art
of letting go ~
AP: 1st place 2025, 2nd place 2025
Imagine imagine
The forest clandestine,
The waterfall, sinless and grand.
Alone in the stillness,
A heart-halting illness,
Beleaguers you, seizing command.
Affairs of the vengeful,
So darkly and dirgeful,
So beautifully stated with lust.
With fate you are weighted,
With passion created,
But constantly lacking in trust.
Discordant and jarring,
Emotions are barring,
The musical mystics are spry.
In heaven artistic,
In hell optimistic,
On earth realistic, they die.