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 my opponent spoke
My time!Oh my time!!
I pointed to his clock,
"You're out of time."
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Author:
SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am a international rated chess player. I also write poems. Please comment on this.
- Category: Children
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Comments1
Oh! But I LOVED this one! You wrote it very nicely, with a delightful dash of humor...you should'be classified it as "humor" for it is delightfully amusing! And the picture...is it you? Fits very nicely with it. I love how you drew the scene....beginning with your opponent's threatening challenge, through the depiction of him in his actions, to the subtle coup d'etat of sorts, which was only too perfectly the surprise ending in both the scene and this poem...though the title gave it away. Your alternate end-rhyming is very nicely done...I'm very glad you do write poetry and could paint such a picture as this one in words to be enjoyed...for I quite enjoyed it! (I also like to play chess, but am not the greatest player.)
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