Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Poems of Mark R Slaughter

261. SPIDER 3/21/2009
262. Spring Observations 3/21/2010
263. Stem Cell 3/7/2009
264. Succumbed to Thinking 2/2/2009
265. Suicide 11/5/2009
266. Synergy of Love 10/4/2009
267. Syrup Sponge 11/1/2010
268. Tale of Three Cities 5/15/2010
269. Talons of a Gothic Mind 11/17/2009
270. Teacher 4/25/2010
271. Tearful Eyes 10/9/2009
272. Tears 2/27/2012
273. Telescope 1/14/2012
274. The Body 5/8/2011
275. The Chess Game 1/29/2009
276. The Dog, The Frog, And The Hog 1/30/2009
277. The Dream Of Angelina 3/4/2009
278. The Last Drink 3/6/2009
279. The Little Pond 7/26/2012
280. The Mirror Struggled 11/18/2009

The Chess Game

To see that regal chessboard stand -
Prominent, eminent, historically grand;
Refined in polished real-wood veneer,
Exuding class for all to revere.

But of a moment, the board stood incomplete -
No fighting ranks prepared to meet.
No chessmen stood, enticing war,
To challenge and strategise, for points to score.

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