Our Games Of Chance, A Game Of Chess Poem by RIC BASTASA

whether you like it or not

(are you a man who wants everything to be too secure
without any risk at all?
say no.We cannot proceed further)

our lives are games of chances
every moment is a choice
every hour is a risk
every minute is a bait

sometimes we are the pawns and they are the kings
and bishops and queens

i am talking now of the game of chess

sometime we kick back and we become horses
and we invoke the power of the church
we take the robes of divine power: Jesus is King!
the King in us gets authoritative and checks the
queen of her fidelity
we impose taxing obligations
we make love and take the necessary romance

in a further note however, i like the feelings of being the spy.
roving eyes, ten to twenty disguises, and when caught in flagrante

i always say, 'Hey, i am just an ordinary poet!
what can poets do? Can they do harm to you?
Can they put the bombs and kill thousands of innocent people?
Do they ever know what 9/11 is? Or ' What do poets know about middle east issues, ? The Palestine Thing? The human rights problem?
What do poets say about international humanitarian law concerns? '



Perfect! Too perfect! The agree on one thing: Poets are fools!
They laugh and cry! Those mean and serious thinkers of our society!

They bound me
And in pity
They all set me free!

Like a turtle, I was thrown to the coolest river...