The Mighty Game of Chess

The Mighty Game of Chess

A Poem by LadyCardiac

Here's a novel Idea

For a novelty begining.

Before i feel trapped between

A good bishop and a bad bishop

Give me room mr el desperado.

My fortress is feeling cramped

And before i blunder what could be so wonderful

I think i'll close my mouth.

 

In this game of wits

I'll save myself

From Boden's Mate

Moving quickly

As bullet chess

Your words

They are a bullet

To my caissa.

No luck or reason for trying.

All love is fleeting

All hope is dying.

And your just one more move from a coffee house brawl.

JUST STOP TALKING!!!

It's my turn.

What yoru doing is considered an illegal move.

No one saaid youc can go any where. ANd yet, you keep on moving....

 

 

© 2011 LadyCardiac


Author's Note

LadyCardiac
I think it could be better, not downing myself but I see what i was trying to do but don't think that its reached its peek. Any suggestions? Also, the art work is an original piece by the talented Mr. Ricky Horton. All rights reserved.

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This is very nice ladyCardiac...you know the game a little bit to say these words in rhythmic flow and patterns

Posted 10 Years Ago



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