check and mate

greta · Post by **greta** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 2:45 pm

i am hungry
but i don't show

because my appetite
should not be about you

yet again and again
the evening
has your voice

and once again
your words
create a spell

so, another game
of chess.
shall we?

check and mate
the war is won

and once more i
serve myself
on a plate

Arno · Post by **Arno** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 2:59 pm

nice one greta...

you describe pretty much the situation that I am in... i love the last verse.

Cheers Arno

Ben Kelly · Post by **Ben Kelly** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 5:22 pm

Greta

I like the poem especially the line 'The eneving has your Voice'

Great

Kind regards

Ben

Sandra · Post by **Sandra** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 6:19 pm

Nice poem greta!

greta · Post by **greta** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 10:57 pm

tahnk you all! I'm glad you like it..
i was unsure if it was any good...

Arno · Post by **Arno** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 5:01 pm

I hope this doesnt sound like I'm an egocentric which I am (I believe) not:
I started writing songs and poems when I didnt feel well because I was in love with a girl that didnt care about me, and the only way to make myself feel better was for me to write everything down... when I'd written something that made me feel at least a little better I thought it was good enough for me. So I think that if only one person and that might be only oneself gets something out of a poem then it has already fulfilled it's central goal. In your case, obviously more than one person likes the poem, so it has to be better than "any good"

Please excuse my ramblings but I just came out of meditation and still float around a bit...

Shortened Version of above: Don't worry, it is "any good"

Cheers Arno

greta · Post by **greta** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 5:19 pm

okay, thanks i got the point

(by the way..i think i know what you are/were going trough
the situation with me is quite similar)

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Sat Jan 17, 2004 4:14 am

You're not alone, Greta and Arlo ~

There's only one person who can effectively exert the power required to take me to that place. It wasn't always that way yet, at some point, the tables turned. I've spent many years trying to get the 'Closing Time' tables anchored, once and for all, so it doesn't all feel quite so out of control. Ironically, we used to play chess together a lot, with him always winning, of course

. Your poem effectively describes the situation, Greta, as with him, I remain vulnerable.

~ Elizabeth

Iubita · Post by **Iubita** » Sat Jan 17, 2004 7:48 am

very nice poem, Greta...explaining so well the behaviour of woman who is in love...and as Lizzie said "you are not alone"...

best regards,
Iubita

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Sun Jan 18, 2004 6:21 am

As a matter of fact, did you ever read Iubita's checkmate poem, Greta?

greta · Post by **greta** » Sun Jan 18, 2004 6:53 pm

unfortunately not....i did a search but i couldn't find it...
maybe you could give me a link or post it here...i'd like to read it...

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Tue Jan 20, 2004 2:12 pm

Nice poem reminding me of the chess scene in "The Thomas Crown Affair", well done Greta!!
Georges

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Wed Jan 21, 2004 7:47 am

This evening, I ended up at my favourite, quaint bookstore ~ Books, Inc. ~ to warm up with a cup of chai. While waiting for it, I asked if they had anything by or about Leonard Cohen [looking out for a friend]. We went to the aisle where they would have been, had any been there. I glanced at what was, and was drawn to the thin, small book with older binding and nothing printed on its binding. It turned out to be "Sonnets from the Portuguese" by Browning. WELL, after hearing here about the passionate poet of Portugal, I was certainly interested in this! The outside cover is very interesting, almost like a light wallpaper or heavy wrapping paper ~ in bold red, black, silvery-blue, silver, and gold dots, and an almost yin-yang design, within broken circles, and superimposed over squares of black and red. Old paper, no publishing date, but publisher is Grosset & Dunap / New York. So, how can Elizabeth Barrett Browning be writing Sonnets from the Portuguese!?! No introduction, preface, or foreword....no hints, no clues, no explanations, just the poems. A signed, "Happy Birthday" gift on "February 18, 1938" from "Lingo." For $2.99, sure seemed an appropriate-enough book to read with my warming chai. The first poem convinced me I should buy it. All that said, I'll share it with you, as it seems somehow appropos for this thread. None of the poems are named, just numbered. Not being poetry-savvy, I'll research for the why's and wherefore's of this 'small' collection's title.

I

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
Tyhe sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, ~
"Guess now who holds thee?" ~
"Death," I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang, ~ "Not Death, but Love."

I can see a passion in this first offering.....Love doesn't just call you by your name; it also seems to draw you backward by the hair

. Is this historical evidence that it also says, "Come lie beside me, baby. That's an order"

?

What a wonderful night this has been......this, only a part.

~ Lizzy

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Wed Jan 21, 2004 8:28 am

Well, Greta, after my own, exhaustive search, I found that it wasn't a poem, but rather one of Iubita's poetic thoughts that stuck with me as though it had been

!

hi Elizabeth,
you know, how beautiful is for us / the women/ when our Hero is saying:"Checkmate"...and how amazing is to surender to the Winner...
I believe, this is a part of the Love Dream...

Iubita
_________________
Love, Light

However, I've brought you another of Iubita's poems, instead:

Posted: Fri May 23, 2003 3:23 am Post subject: Confession

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You kiss my ear.
My eyes glow.
You kiss my lips
My juices flow.
I kiss your neck.
You touch my leg.
We braid our hands.
Our bodies dance.
Caress my hip.
I love your grip.
So I am yours...
And all I need
to be pervious.
Sometimes pain,
but sweet and plain...
I love your moves,
so fast and straight.
Slip sincere words
my playful brain,
but you feel bored,
re-satisfied again.
And then you go
and nothing left.
So I never know,
if you'll come back.
Longing and dreams
mess up my head.
In depression and fear
I am expecting the date.
Nobody knows
how come so far.
I've heard your voice
fell in love and desire.
Nobody knows
is it real and true,
but for sure it makes me
imperceptibly grow.
Nobody knows if your feelings are gone
or my hunger exists
and everything's done...
But this blessing expectancy,
mesmerizing my fantasy,
scratched out, briefly say
every following day...

Sensuous sensuality, with dynamics showing she clearly understands the check and the mate, serving herself on a plate.

*************************************************************

Caress my hip.
I love your grip.
So I am yours...

Oooooo.....I love that

.

~ Lizzy

greta · Post by **greta** » Wed Jan 21, 2004 4:18 pm

wow! thank you Lizzy! i think that both of your posts are just great. I read both of the poems and enjoyed them very much.. I like the unexpectabe ending of the poem. But...it seems to be true

And Iubita's poem is also wonderful..it seems as though we have expressed allmost the same thoughts and feelings through these poems:D