chess poetry

Elliott b83 here at work

Chess is a game.

Never the same.

It'll drive you mad.

It'll make you sad.

Chess is complex.

It's better than sex.

It takes over your life.

And fills it with strife.

Chess

-by 1Alfonso4

Chess is great

No need to debate

You can play chess from state to state

And win with a checkmate

Chess can make you smarter

By playing with the right partner

Chess developes your brain

And the only way for you to improve is to train

Chess is a sport,

no need to snort.

It makes you feel smart,

release your fart.

If you lose,

call your friend Bruce.

If you win,

call Jacquelinne.

They call it a waste of time,

I call it reason and rhyme.

A good chess game shows signs

Of a cultivated mind

Discipline and repetition

Sharpen your intuition,

A Sword with a sharp blade

Like the ancient ones made.

Riding in formation

The opponents evacuation.

Develops strong will

To defeat but not kill.

Chess Haiku

Please spare a moment 

to pity the fool for whom

chess ranks above sex

T.S. Eliot probably worked in a decent chess metaphor somewhere, but I can think of only one good, even great, chess poem. It's by the Beat poet Lew Welch. He wrote it after he moved to a mountain cabin, in the style of the day, to commune with nature and write his poems, but instead found himself obsessed with chess:

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PAWN TO QUEEN 4


I am now sitting in my new rustic studio
I haven't had a single vision for 3 months (or more).
My head is full of chess problems.

There are no excuses.
"Justify" has become (or should be limited to)
    a term used by printers.

Still,

THIS LIFE IS NOT SATISFACTORY!

Pawn to queen 4 what?

Would it please all those who
love me and believe in my
absurdly rich gifts, to know it
has all come to

THIS   ?

        "This feeble move is all he has,
        for if BQ4, then KTXP ch.
        QXB, PXQ, RXR and white's
        centre has collapsed. Whilst
        if ......"

It does not even distress me — at least
NOT in that fine old way that used to
FRIGHTEN me (let's face it it was only that)
Into imagining vast projects of beauty and
WORTH. Some few of same now completed & forever
THERE: clumsy lumps in the living rooms of the
young.

        "Recalling Tzardov's brilliant Q&R
        sacrifice, Baden 1924--an
        irrefutable line which has virtually
        removed this opening from tournament
        play."

Or, to return above, would it be better to fake a
"....gladness, as remote from extasy as
it is from fear"

      (?)

Impossible evasion !

        "BK2 was called for,'but the
        text bends under time pressures
        clearly exhibited by white's
        next move: ignoring QXR and
        mate in 3.' However......"

Pawn (now) to Queen 4 or
Gift?             some
Still remaining sense of duty (?), a desire to make
Report (at least) of a trip taken in (for the most part)
Good health, eyes keen, mind capable of simple
Orderings, a sense of balance unimpaired & not
ONCE

(a) in jail
(b) nut house
(c) Alabama

There ought to be something . . .

         "Black finally opens the
         Bishop's file, but the game
         is lost!"

--Lew Welch

Eliot, typical of post war writers and poets,

Was unduly pessimistic about human nature,

Or were they correct in their assessments?

If society is capable of heinous behavior some of the time,

Isn't it always cappable?

A chess game is never the same

If you blunder, you have no one to blame

There is no shame

Chess has an opening, middle, and endgame

Chess can develope your brain

The files aren't called lanes

When you blunder, you always feel pain

Remember to always train

Chess is fun

Chess is sport

Chess is art

Chess is work

Chess is business 

Chess is politics

Chess is war

Chess is life

Fun is chess

Sport is chess

Art is chess

Work is chess

Business is chess

Politics is chess

War is chess

Life is chess

"Blunder" (??)

I already tried all different types of opening.

But when it comes to you, I don't have a chance of winning.

Even wesley, Nakamura, Fischer and carlsen,

Can't seem to analyze about how, I've fallin.

Everytime we bump into each other, I castle to my friendside.

I was looking for opportunity to make a move but I can't decide.

I was frighten that if I move straight by your side, I might got en passant.

Just the think of it, I already know that the move I'll make isn't brilliant.

I've been making a plan to capture your heart since the beginning.

But how can I do that if you already give it to another King.

Just how can a mere pawn dream as becoming your king.

But still hoping that someday you'll be promoted as my queen.

Just like the game of chess your charm is complicated.

I know it's stressful, time-consuming but I still got addicted.

How can I confess if I was pinned by your standards?.

After knowing your ideal man make me feel depressed afterwards.

I'm uncertain if crushing you is a mistake.

But certainly loving you is a blunder that I make.

I thought only standard chess can make me feel in trouble.

But after knowing your standard make me feel so terrible.

Lately I slowly realized how foolish I am when it comes to love.

To think that I've been dreaming on something that I couldn't have.

The chance of making you mine is like a Queen moving like a knight.

It will not happen, it's hopeless and really impossible right?

— Kryljhe

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BEST CHESS POEM EVER IN THE WORLD

I like chess

chess is nice

when I play it

I eat some rice