This is the first time I write poetry (if you can call it that way) in english. It's probably weird, but I trust you'll enjoy it.

 

Chess attitude

I should for certain go to sleep

But something yellow caught my eye

It’s challenge from some pimp

With ratings lower than mine

 

Thou tired, I shall accept

Just to show the kid some class

And once upon my mighty strength

He shall shatter like thin glass

 

Aligned the pawns and set the board,

His “e” pawn begins the advance

But my army pushes forth

Preparing the war to come.

 

What the heck… how could I slip?

In Fishers name, I’ll be damned!

While intending Nf6

I went “damiano defence”

 

Well it’s done but I care little

For my power is too great

For him the game is a riddle

when “chess” is my middle name

 

Alas he knows the line too well…

Taking a tour down the center

And my pieces are jammed up

Like some bums looking for shelter

 

Barely holding the line

I survive my dreadful start

But the middle game shall change

And my revenge will arise

 

With a precise calculation

I launch my counterattack

And in the middle of my tactics

I feel my eyes popping out

 

Where did that cursed knight come from?

How on earth did I get forked?

This dude’s way above his rating

Now I’m totally pissed off

 

 

The position’s more than hopeless

His pawns going for my throat

I have but one decent strategy

I shall offer him a draw!

Poetry sucks

I kid =/

I like it... by the way, that's going to happen in my game against you.

I don't think that it would be a misnomer

to say that you follow the footsteps of Homer

I too might essay a chess epic like Vergil

if I could just one day get up the urgil

I wrote one for my english class that has a similar structure.

 

Peering down the Lines

Brothers at my shoulders

I go through the routine

I am tired of it all

 

Commanded by a king

I have no other choice

Mybrothers fall and die

Only for his cause

 

We face a worthy adversary

They mirror our might

Though it's always the same plan

The king must fall

 

I wonder why we fight

Did we start with a reason at all

It's all become a blur

Time erodes my memory

 

I have died a thousand times

Yet I am forced to keep on fighting

Stuck in a sick sort of limbo

I am tired of it all

 

I am of the lowest value

When I acheive my goal

I am tossed like I am nothing

To be replaced with royalty

 

Rolling across the table

I teeter on the edge

Falling under into darkness

The players hardly notice

 

This place is very peaceful

I have no enimies here

I can finally close my eyes

I can finally rest

Thanx for the feedback, I guess I'm not the only one inspired by the great game :)

very well my friend.

thats nice :)

Just maybe I might mention

you might adopt my convention

to play the Twinkly On Lines  first

and give Blanks last attention!

Otherwise a waiting game just

keeps play in suspension.

Any other way than this

eludes my comprehension !

Yikes... Stick to chess, guys.

This one from a Scottish  mentor :-

Ah didnae tell ye whit tae do

Ah only said

Whit ah  wid do

If you wiz me

 An ah wiz you!