Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Poems of Mark R Slaughter

281. The Piano Lurched 3/26/2009
282. The Rose 10/23/2009
283. The Wedding 4/30/2011
284. Thirteen Lines 11/2/2010
285. Tiger's Prey 10/4/2009
286. Time in Hell 2/14/2010
287. 'Tis What? 4/6/2009
288. To be a Clown 2/2/2009
289. Trees 12/22/2010
290. TV 3/22/2009
291. UFO of Night or Mind? 11/30/2009
292. Ugly 3/18/2010
293. Unanswered 8/21/2010
294. Uniquely You 3/18/2010
295. Upon the Arid Lakes 6/14/2011
296. Violin 3/22/2010
297. Waiting 2/2/2012
298. Wallow in the Greed 10/8/2009
299. We Just Know 7/26/2012
300. Were There Hope 11/7/2009

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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