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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
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