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Life More Than A Game


In the game of Chess, the objective's are not in trumping,

Participants are not to be only removed, or taken by force.

The cold iced killing is so involved, is no simple bumping,

The dearest queen, motherland, is protected in its course.

There's never any trading hands, are over-powering moves,

Careful plotting, thinking ahead, a counter move behooves.

Each pawn displayed, of its purpose shown, as its sacrificed,

Such intellect it takes, each piece so taken, its move enticed.


Not a game of chance, and "lucky" just never does count.

The only object is theirs to conquer, all odds to surmount.

The thinker's game so puts to shame a flip or any throw,

A settling of scores only makes sores, all of time to show.

The knights advance, while bishops slide, to another side,

Rooks just wait to make their move, the rest calmly abide.

Castling with king and rook does often take one by surprise.

Completly throws a wrench in their strategy, as it so implies.


A demure R'eti opening or the aggressive Latvian Gambit,

Either way, take the opponent by surprise, or to cause a fit.

Dozens of strategies to capitalize upon, in defeating of foes,

The fatal move to lose control, a queen's jeopardy it shows.

Beneath the hype, staged deep within, its message is so clear,

Moves of life in avoiding strife, are made properly, with no fear.

An enemy across the room, ones by the board, patiently awaits,

One false move, to be our losing one, all salivating at our gates.


Then it's the check, leading to Checkmate, game is over,

No more freedoms to behold, no fine picnics in the clover.

Chess represents a warring game, ours to take full notice,

Is a match of most excellent minds, not suited for a novice.


whonunuwho (author) from United States on December 02, 2017:

Thank you, Gypsy. Many blessings. whonu

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 02, 2017:

Most creative and expressive poetry. Enjoyed.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 30, 2017:

Avery well perceived echo my friend. Blessings to you and family. whonu

Michael-Milec on November 30, 2017:

An echo of the poem: seriously planned move toward Golgothas cross, leads to victorious shift over the empty tomb into the life everlasting.

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