Gambit Poems - Poems about Gambit

Starting with the book move, Hii, it's pawn to e-four. Don't act like strangers, You've seen this move before. Now my knights came into play, It's surely an awkward move. You won't understand my intentions, And it might hurt you out of...Read the rest...

If we sacrifice, that what we possess, allusion being to ego we know, this gambit pays off, for as we undress and conditioned beliefs slowly let go, released from erst fears, we begin to flow. Thought fetters that bound and...Read the rest...

It is often heard as a whisper in the wind, When leaping forward to take a chance. Where the heart is put forth to reason, ...Read the rest...

the tables have turned victor spins the cylinder triggering the end...Read the rest...

The queen has strength and power To make the king surrender....Read the rest...

Go through chores as, like a machine the sunrise, sundown, the rains, and snow the countryside pass by a train window but can't drink the green valley to the lees along the mountain slope the mist rises swept clean by...Read the rest...

"The Formidable Gambit" Silence calculated and distinct conspiring with rules plays within the confined squares of a strict and ruthless mind preying on all moves untraceable unpredictable irretrievable in the opening move the long-legged fly is caught in the web silvery and slippery life remains...Read the rest...

Bat-blind to looming gripe and cold decay, Clueless shoots jump onto life's gay stage, Oblivious of Grim Fate's scything designs That waste with disease and stealing age. They wouldn't turn around and at once behold Slowly waning sires with...Read the rest...

The pride and integrity of broken covenants, plans devoid of breath Failure to act in unforeseen events, situations uncontrolled Chasing to correct errors, straying to accept loss Stupidity? Naivete? Ignorance? The agitated mind is dumb as the first bet...Read the rest...

We live through chill weeks Of dreary darkness, Alarmed a livid springtime flash Rends open deep night, Palpitating startled hearts— Feet spring from bed, toes grasp: Slippers, slippers; Bemused eyes at last lunge, Leap through wet glass, Past fogged panes quaking, Reflexive to turmoil, A stark...Read the rest...

in this two player game the stakes are high players can do so much worse than to die marriage is no more than an impulse pact love is more a phase than a lifelong fact do...Read the rest...