01-20-2013, 07:53 AM
Brandon, well I read an article on chess notation. Let me know if make any mistakes. I really enjoyed that last poem of yours. I love the title, the innuendo, and word choices. You set a nice tone in it all.
Here's my latest...I decided to move the Queen's pawn. Here goes:
A Spy’s Lament Upon Retirement
d6
Her Majesty was quite sincere
that I should live with this veneer.
A simple man his work now done.
This cigarette is not a gun.
Oh, nothing shaken, nothing stirred
with prune juice words are never slurred
At least I’m constant in my fun.
This cigarette is not a gun.
Pussy Galore, she is no more.
No sheets lay tangled on the floor.
From many conquests now to none,
this cigarette is not a gun.
My bed is empty and so cold.
How did I ever get this old?
Escaped all death traps save this one.
This cigarette is not a gun.
License to kill, I want to scream.
This is a nightmare not a dream.
I need a light, a blackened lung.
This cigarette is not a gun.
Here's my latest...I decided to move the Queen's pawn. Here goes:
A Spy’s Lament Upon Retirement
d6
Her Majesty was quite sincere
that I should live with this veneer.
A simple man his work now done.
This cigarette is not a gun.
Oh, nothing shaken, nothing stirred
with prune juice words are never slurred
At least I’m constant in my fun.
This cigarette is not a gun.
Pussy Galore, she is no more.
No sheets lay tangled on the floor.
From many conquests now to none,
this cigarette is not a gun.
My bed is empty and so cold.
How did I ever get this old?
Escaped all death traps save this one.
This cigarette is not a gun.
License to kill, I want to scream.
This is a nightmare not a dream.
I need a light, a blackened lung.
This cigarette is not a gun.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson