Poetry Chess Game -- Brandon vs. Todd

[Todd]

I can see how this is developing. I make this move with trepidation.

A Conversation with the Magician’s Rabbit

Bc5

No simple trick,
no sleight, no illusion,
like the cat in the box
(in two states),
I wait
for quantum certainty.

The universe is cold
silk and brimmed
with heat death.

Your stories give us watches.
We are late, ever late.
Even this is perception.

I speak a mystery;
there is no hat.

[brandontoh]

Wow, good use of Schrödinger's cat. The whole poem feels a little abstract, though it seems like its meant to be that way. No worries, nothing too drastic is going to happen. It's too early for that.

[Todd]

I'm just going with the absolute first thing that comes to mind without over thinking and blocking myself.

[Leanne]

Todd, I just got an image of trying to smuggle a cat across state lines... drive, Schrödinger, drive!

[Todd]

Todd, I just got an image of trying to smuggle a cat across state lines... drive, Schrödinger, drive!

Nice

You get a box...look tabby I've been on the bad side of a top hat for the past three years of relative time. Light doesn't escape.

Quit your wining...am I dead? am I alive?

The big bang happened in that thing.

Boy did I spray some pellets let me tell you.

[brandontoh]

Phalanx
d4

It's a wall,
Of shields and spears.
Insurmountable, for
We fight in the shade.

Spear in hand,
Tightly gripped.
Shield in other,
Clenched in fist.

Air's static, but not stale.
Cold sweat dripping
For tonight, we dine in hell!

Take initiative,
TO VICTORY!
And lest you forget,

THIS - IS - SPARTA!!!!!!!!!

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Great, now it has turned into one big 300 reference. =/

[Todd]

Frank Miller would be proud. I was not expecting THIS IS SPARTA. I probably should have from the title. It is Greek after all. I like the Air's static, but not stale line a lot. That would seem to speak of the anticipation of battle.

Here's my move and my offering to the game. It's funny where your mind goes sometimes.

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Newton’s Cradle

eXd4

Terror is
an unseen clacking ball,

an animated doll with
a butcher’s knife

crawling through
ventilation shafts.

Imperceptible connections:
sticky as spiders’ webs.

A butterfly’s wings bringing tornadoes.
Overhead, flying monkeys chitter

at straw zombies
in need of brains.

The witch cackle, cackles
You can never go home.

She will tell you of cancer
after the cell phone call,

of the mercury and fluoride
after the filling.

Death comes first
then the dying.

The metal duct cover has already
clattered to the floor.

[serge gurkski]

Love the idea and Todd's acceptable loss.

"The universe is cold
silk and brimmed
with heat death."

Not that soon.

[Todd]

No not that soon at all. Well, unless your universe is a top hat. Then who knows?

Thanks Serge. Appreciate the comments

[serge gurkski]

this here, Todd:

Here's my move and my offering to the game. It's funny where your mind goes sometimes.

is an almost perfect intro line to a poem i would write.

but now better concentrate on your next move. ,-)

[Todd]

I need to not write at 5 in the morning. I had to edit that latest poem at least ten times.

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this here, Todd:

Here's my move and my offering to the game. It's funny where your mind goes sometimes.

is an almost perfect intro line to a poem i would write.

but now better concentrate on your next move. ,-)

The moves are easy. I assume Brandon will kill me, and let it go.

I can edit the poems, sadly my finger has long since left the piece. The move is the move.

[serge gurkski]

curious guy anyway. ,-) Don't listen, Brandon. have you ever played online chess? I did, was fun, was drunk of course and lost. But almost as sexy as cybering. Or maybe more so.

[Todd]

I have never ventured into the debauched drunken online chess world.

Sounds like an algebraic virtual orgy. kidding

Sounds fun.

[serge gurkski]

yes! somewhat.

[Todd]

That's most things. As a great philosopher once said: Every Rose has a thorn...

Was that Kant? or silly me...Bret Michaels

[brandontoh]

curious guy anyway. ,-) Don't listen, Brandon. have you ever played online chess? I did, was fun, was drunk of course and lost. But almost as sexy as cybering. Or maybe more so.

Yeah I did. I use online chess to try out various openings and new ideas mainly. Anyways for my next move. I already know what to play, I just need to think of a poem to write. Which has always been the case for the game thus far. For now, sleep beckons.

[serge gurkski]

(I had to add: somewhat) bc yes! alone was refused to be posted. the board's demon demanded 5 letters. Haha. really.

[brandontoh]

You're Out!
cxd4

The bat's dropped,
Thud unheard.
All that's left,
A sandstorm trail.

Ball flying low,
Then it skids,
Rippling on the sandy lake.

Eye on target, square in sight.
Wee upward curve speaks aplomb.
Sweeping dive, time for progress.
All waiting for the grit curtain
To fall.

Wait, the baseman is touching.
When?
How?
Peek at the foot, a gap revealed.
Small in number, large in scale.

Eyelids close, heart plummets,
As umpire avers with 2 syllables.
Like a dull thud.

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Oh, I kind of like this one better than the previous ones. =D The words just came to me.

[Todd]

Yeah, I think I agree. It might be your best one in the thread so far. One you may want to workshop when we're done.

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I know the move I'm going to make, but the poem may take a little bit of time. I'll try to get something up today.

My chess annoys me more than my poetry (though that annoys me too sometimes )

[Todd]

Sacrifice

Bb4+

No one mourns the acorn
in the shade of the oak.