The Closing of 2009.
The winds are a-changing; no rest.
The waves help the currents address
The Ups and the Downs
Chess pieces abound
Regardless, it sure looks a mess!
Jaques Staunton and likes of ANRI,
Chess Corns in the shape of Barley,
So many shapes take;
Authentic and fake;
Transactions seem all but sorry!
Chess pieces are "neat" for us all;
Creators, collectors, all call...
The secret be great -
In a book called The Eight -
Beware of it all, lest we fall.
Just what is it we all really want?
To be noticed(?) from Queens / perhaps Kant?
But Social is Man,
And Chess Things - please don't ban,
Lest we all end it here with a haunt.
There were once some symphonic Collectors,
Who sought to sooth life's great Defectors
Discordance prevailed.
And Music did wail.
But Time won out by Reflectors.
Some folks do play hard at game chess;
Win the game, Win the set, To(o)? aggress.
But for me, its no win,
Or lose in a spin,
The process is what I like best.
Time marches on like us small pawns;
Work, eat, and sleep chess on flat lawns;
The winter creeps in,
Making Madmen of kin,
Slashing words hurting more than mere brawn.
Will peace ever show its meek head?
Chess pieces in prisons with bread?
The focus is chess,
But people do dress
Shade colors, so many are fed.
A wanting of eyes from around;
Some vocal, some silent, some frown.
They say one is a clown,
The other lies down,
And still others get up and leave town.
Once again let's all hear that refrain.
Refraining - not name of the game.
Chess is what joins
Male collectors with loins,
Should soft ladies put all us to shame?
There is room in the Inn - even more!
Shapes, sizes, and colors galore.
Let's step back (just "a tad"?)
With 3 liners - a fad?
Jokes, pieces, and more - not a bore!
My hope is that things will return,
Of course, with some things to relearn,
A phoenix to rise,
With sun in the skies,
Clouds shower and relieve our sunburn.
Chess pieces get lost, some not found.
OLD Chessmate is now underground.
Will pawn reach the end,
And find a new friend,
In Randolph, Vermont, hear the sound!
"In the Beginning", there was The Word.
And the word(s) began to Multiply. ;-)
Too many words... or too few words... or too softly spoken words... or too loud the words... by the Cains and Abels, by the Jesus(s) and Judas(s), by the Davids and Goliaths, by the slithering serpents, the silent lambs, the knightly steeds, and the roaring beasts....... and the Garden meets the Eve. Fortunately, there is always the hope of a new morning in the Garden(s).
Peace to all, and may the spirit of the upcoming New Year 2010 bring renewal of chess spirit!
John, Vermont.
