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Cinquain
Castle,
Big and powerful,
Checking, crossing, fighting,
It's going to checkmate me,
Rook.
Hao Wang
2005
Chess And Arms
He lifted his arms,
"Mate soon!," he said
As he locked his fingers
Behind his head.
He considered the move
He was soon to make
That would end the struggle.
This victory he'd take.
He arched his back,
Took a satisfied breath,
Then looked at me
Like the spectre of death.
An impish smile
Stretched across his face,
And his eyes rolled back
In a pleased grimace.
"My rook goes here
And takes your queen,
Then my knight jumps to
Where your bishop has been."
I studied the board.
He was quite correct.
His analysis clear.
His calculations checked.
I searched my brain
For the right finesse
A subtle move that would
Display my best.
Then Cassia spoke
My muse! My rhyme!
I pointed to his clock,
"You're out of time."
FishOn
2001
THE GAME
She makes her move and hits the clock
On my poor Kingside she's got a lock
Down the file her Queen comes like a truck
This time I think I'm out of luck
Her Blue eyes sparkle as she captures my Rook
She's playing so fast, it must be all Book
She think she's got me up a tree
Yea, guess she spotted that Mate in three
My clock is running Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I'm between the hard place and a Rock
A quick glance at her & I see her grin
She's ready to chalk up another Win
Flag is hanging, it's my move, and YES, by Heck
Now it's a Draw by perpetual Check!
I'm kinda glad I didn't win, I hate to be rude
But it is disconcerting when she plays in the
Nude
Chandler Yergin
2002
Pawn to Queen Four
P-Q4
There I go again, pushing Pawn to Queen 4.
I uncross my legs and put both feet on the floor.
My subconscious move when playing this game,
A repetitious move, it's always the same.
I throw him my Gambit, yes he jumps at the chance.
He slammed down his piece,
But it's my turn to dance.
Hand on my forehead, I get in my groove,
Swallowing his spit, he makes his next move.
With his rook open wide. I spring out my trap.
I bring my queen out, now my hands on my lap.
With my queen standing tall and his rook soon
to fall,
His chest sinks to his stomach.
Winning this game, he sees he's unable,
Lying his king down flat on the table.
We extend out our hands,
Cause we two are the same,
Nodding our heads, and we both say,
"Good Game!"
Dean Reinglas
2003
Castle Courtesy
If u wanna get down & dirty then we can go low
Guess what now the queens royalty status is cleaning off your back row
Just a lil longer, not far to go
Im gone make this game worthwhile
and at the same time freestyle
as I give you a run for your money for sho`
This pretty pawn has infiltrated, your king is stuck
Now my darling, you`re shyt outta luck
your defense is late...
Did I forget to mention the magic words checkmate
Melissa Carruthers Wilson
2004
Chess Poem
He stares at you,
Watching your every move.
Does he know?
He makes his move.
You breathe again,
Counting on logic,
You see it all come together.
Hoping that your accusations are true,
Calm and quiet, you make your move.
Check...Mate!
You take a deep breath,
Hoping the next game is as lucky as the last
Anon - submitted by Anon
2004
Chess
Chess
What a game.
Complicated, intricate, demanding and consuming
Sometimes it has been a challenge
An escape
a distraction
mostly a passion.
There is beauty in this game.
The coordination of pieces
Their individual movement and power
The sometimes surgical precision of a Checkmate
or the fierceness of a long drawn out battle
to the very last piece
And the people I've played across the board
The opponents
few were actual enemies
The game being the door to many friendships
drawn to each other by the basic love
of a complicated game.
That invokes comraderie, companionship and respect
for you learn just as much from your opponent
as you do the game.
Chess grabs you by the throat
forces you to live by that
most basic of principles
"Thou shalt think"
As you play you are always seeking
that perfect move
that beautiful combination
that better position
To win in spite of the devious tricks
of your opponent
Tactics, exchanges, mating attacks,
retreats, flanking movements, pins, swindles,
trades, sweeping victories, resounding defeats
infinite possibilities for both of you
The moment you move the first piece
Every game like a horse race
The dark horse can always win
Always a measurement of skill and knowledge
But knowledge is never enough
A true lesson of life
How to utilize knowledge and skill
And there is a wicked pleasure in this game
to disrupt your opponent's position
to steal his pieces
to thwart his attacks
to snatch victory from his side and
make it your own
A delicious thrill
to outcon the conman
to outsteal the thief
to trump the gambler
to beat the crook at his own trade
for Chess has its own world
where sportsmanship and basic rules of play
provide a wide open field of possibilities
where you both can appreciate
the beauty of a well played swindle or trick
A surprise move
a hidden threat
the con and the bluff
And in Chess
There is no room for complacency
No resting on your laurels
Arrogance will always be humbled
Conceit reprimanded and foolishness educated.
Submitted by Brian Wall, printed with permission from
Elizabeth L. Scott
Casper, Wyoming
1-307-265-3861
Copyrighted
2006
Long Live The King
Light penetrates the darken paths
Of the scarred grounds of an English battlefield
Home to men, in pursuit of a king's dream,
To only suffer the wrath of another.
But fearlessly they marched on
To death seemingly, but unknown
Archers fired; Chariots rode,
Until blood masked their shields
And Chain mail clashed no more.
Then Out of the darkness, into the light
Stood nothing more than a mere foot soldier
Although proceeded in battle with many,
He returned home alone.
He closes his eyes in remembrance
Of the remains of once was
And silently cites a prayer, to the merciful God above.
Upon opening his eyes he stands there straight
With the victorious spirit of those before
Then darkness recedes, trenches dissipate,
Leaving signs of a war no more.
Gradually....... He too, fades,
A mere figment of imagination.
Long lives the king he echoes,
As I announce checkmate.
Submitted by Sharita
2006
Scholars mate
e4,e5
qa4,nf6
bf4,bf5
qc2
CHECKMATE!
Submitted by Anthony Grzyb. (Little does he know I invented this yet-to-be-refuted opening - JE)
2006
Chess Poem
kings knight and queens rook fell side by side one night
the new days light puts them back in line
the rook waits for night to fall again watching as the knight takes many a pawn
Anon - submitted by Anon
2006
Chess Poem
Battlefield of Life
I make this pledge to you alone,
that I shall serve your royal throne.
My silver sword, I gladly wield.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.
With knights upon their mighty steed
the front line pawns have vowed to bleed
and neither Queen shall ever yield.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.
The castle walls protect our back
and Bishops plan for their attack;
a master plan that is concealed.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.
For chess is but a game of life
and I your Queen, a loving wife
shall guard my liege and raise my shield.
Squares eight times eight the battlefield.
Anon - submitted by Amera M. Andersen
2008
Chess Poem
chess oh great king
oh great king that is never with out vaesl, seeking out only castle, your men mark a line and make a stand for their hopes and dreams all lie in your hands.
oh great king that holds the mandate of heaven cry out your wish and the skys will turn into swords and come to thy aid
oh great king you need just say the word and we your men will make the battlefield, turn into a pit of hellfire for our enemy.
submitted by fernando
2011
Chess Poem
These are from the CHECKMATE series in TD Euwait's book PAVLOV'S CAT
The White Queen
She must move first
Thin vanguard of Pawns
Or knights leaping forward,
Shes crowded in tight with faith and family
And two turrets flanking,
She waits, unable to take a step herself, then pushes a Pawn by two.
The black Bishop
His Knight alongside riding
They wait without pity
But first, Black must front her Pawn with Pawn.
She answers, pulling faiths White bishop into the slot to chastise
Cross or black Crown
The black King ponders
Pawns will not quench his insatiable thirst as Power Pieces can.
He sees her there, and her actionless King
She builds a nice wall of players,
But, he will have her.
The pitched battles gridlocked on off-colored squares,
Nowhere for succor or solace
No part or portion off limits.
White moves, Black moves
White attacks, Black defends
Who will win, in the end, the first move offends
*****
The White Pawn
Identical, these eight on line
Shining miniatures of Bishop and King
Striking at will
since granted first move
Aggression or Death the White Credo
Youre handed the advantage, now take it
No mistake, Black King wants you dead
Move forward, move fast, move en mass
The game will not last long after
You are piled aside the board
submitted by TD Euwait
2011
Chess Poem
Subject: My Dad's Chess poem ( 77 years old )
MY LOVE LIES IN ZUGSWANG
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the potzer rages
Any my love lies in zugswang
Trapped in a futile back and forth.
I labor by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
But for cheap aluminum trophies
Making glad my bitter heart.
submitted by Brian Wall
2011
Chess Poem
At My Simul One Evening
(Dedicated to Ann Davies - Christmas, 2000)
At my simul one evening
Somewhere on Bristol Street
The rows of pawns facing me
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down in the skittles room
I heard a GM sing
Under his breath in a whisper,
"You must study the ending."
"I'll study you, skewers, I'll study you
Till A and H files meet
And the knight jumps over the bishop
And kingpawns sing in the street."
"I'll study till the chessboard
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the Enemy rooks go squawking
Like geese about the sky"
"The passed pawns shall run like rabbits
For in my arms I hold
Extra pieces to promote to
And the prettiest queen in the world."
But all the clocks at the mall
Interrupt combinations sublime
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time."
"In the burrows of the Hedgehog*
Where agoraphobia rules
White's allowed a pawn break
The Black Lady drools.
"In headaches and in worry
The center leaks away
And Time will have his fancy
Tomorrow or today.
"Into many a 7th rank
Races a nascent crow**
"Into many a 7th rank
Races a nascent crow**
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the player's brilliant combo.
"O plunge your mind in backranks
In diagonals crossed and crissed
Stare, stare at the position
And wonder what you've missed.
"The rooks rock in the box
The board lays on the bed
And the crack in the bishop opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
"Where pawns turn out their pockets
And the Red -Queen haughtily exclaims,
'Down with naughty bishops
I can't even remember their names.'
"O look, look in your database
O look in your distress
Find your seven-move mate
Under the clock's duress."
"O stand, stand by your position
As the tears scald and start
You shall love your ragged rook pawns
As to the eighth they dart."
It was late, late in the playing hall
The players they were gone
The clocks had ceased their ticking
But the post-mortem continued on.
*The Hedgehog is a cramped Black Defense where the pieces stay on the first three ranks.
**One time at the Denver mall, I had three connected passed pawns,plus one rook vs. two rooks. My mall opponents never know when to resign, so I show off a lot. As my pawns moved closer to promotion,I gave away my rook leaving me three pawns vs. two rooks. Bird loverBill Hall was impressed and compared my three pawns to the threetalons of a crow. Now, whenever I achieve three passed pawns mymall audience begins to yell, " Caw!, Caw! "
submitted by Brian Wall
2011
Chess Poem
Checkmate
8 Pawns, 2 Rooks, 2 Knights and a King
2 Bishops, a Queen and you've lost everything
Chess is a game which is similiar to drugs
But one is for scholars, the others for thugs
You do not agree well then let me explain
The pawn nearly always the start of the game
It starts off so innocent but living in fear
Afraid of your parents, afraid of your peers
You took the first move and as time often shows
You didn't get caught because nobody knows
One Pawn is down but seven still stay
When these ones are gone your cares go away
Your worries and fears now are all dead
Into the game with no guilt in your head
But you dont realise that you've lost your defence
You start to get stupid, you loose common sense
A Knight is a symbol for those who can fight
Before drugs you were able say "yeah I'm alright"
But loose both Knighte and then your not able
After ten fights you started to realise you're feeble
The drugs have taken every muscle you've got
So all you have left is a brain that will rot
Now your in trouble that laws on your back
You want to stop playing but can't thats a fact
The drugs have got bigger and better they are
The gap between you and your family is far
The more pieces you lose the further your in
To this habit you have and it's to late to win
Your Mother is at you, you don't think it's fair
She thinks you like trouble but on the contraire
All that you want is to be with a friend
And keep playing the game 'til we come to the end
You still have your Bishops their stay will be brief
With no pawns to protect them you lose your belief
For Bishop's a symbol for people of him
He who forgives you for every last sin
Bishops are gone you don't believe you do wrong
You live how you want to but not for that long
Church doesn't matter to you any more
Sunday's for sleeping after long night before
A Rook is a castle, your castle's your home
Though you have two only one is your own
The others the flat where your mates play this game
A place to get stoned and stay out of the rain
This crib is not yours it belongs to a mate
No doubt you'd be rid of, if your rent is late
Keep this habit more expensive than rent
Now both Rooks are gone, you may buy a tent
Kicked out of your house and out of the flat
A tent your only option it's as simple as that
All you have now is your King and your Queen
Close to the end now but what does this mean
The Queen is your loved ones and the lives you have wrecked
When you lose the Queen you lose all respect
Now realising that this was no game
You choose sucide and there's no one to blame
You had nothing left so this was your fate
Your Life was your King so it comes to checkmate
submitted by Clifford Morrissey
2011
Chess Poem
Mr. Neigh Neighs
You took him away way,
Took Mr. Neigh Neighs.
Now he's neighing in heaven,
On cloud eleven
Eating carrots and cabbage,
Neigh Neighs is happy.
His chess days are over,
Now he's in fields of clovers.
He watches the match go,
And Neigh Neighs gets nervous.
His king's getting checked,
And his team's getting wrecked.
His queen soon gets taken,
Now Neigh Neighs is shaken.
Soon it is checkmate,
And the enemy's won,
Then Neigh Neighs wakes up
And the nightmare is done.
submitted by Sheridan
2011
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