Chess Is a game
After Playing for hours i forget my name
Chess is really a mess
But if i win i can do flex
It's a game of king queen and knight
Try to win every game with all ur might
In the mid board the pawns do fight
And the bishops jump with a blink of a sight
Rook goes up and down
After every game i become clown
I find that music and religion can be very inspiring, and that prefaces can be very boring.
With that in mind, here is my entry. I call it "The Philosopher's Epiphany"
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"Who weareth shorts of shortness great,"
the philosopher did contemplate,
"The shortest shorts of all parts known
In shortness they must stand alone"
Into the heavens he did cry,
Until asunder split the sky
And from eternal halls of bliss
A mighty voice reply-ed this:
"'Tis you and me and our cohorts
who wear these shorts so very short
These shorts so short and light and free
Are worn by all of you and me"
(And then a warning he did say
of wearing them when we pray:
"Take heed," said he, "that when you kneel
"Your piety does not your ass reveal")
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life is filled with tragedy and unfashionable decorums
through the struggles we face we deem life's not fair
one such tragedy is writing poems in these forums
when the reality is just putting pieces on the right square!
# The Dance of Kings and Queens
In a realm of squares and shadows,
Where ivory armies clash and conspire,
The chessboard unfurls its ancient tapestry,
A symphony of strategy and fire.
## The Pawns
Lowly foot soldiers, they march forth,
Two steps or one, their fate entwined,
Their sacrifice fuels the grand design,
For kings and queens, they gladly resign.
## The Knights
Noble steeds in L-shaped bounds,
Across the checkered battlefield they prance,
Their leaps defy reason, their purpose clear,
To protect their realm, to take a chance.
## The Bishops
Silent scholars, robed in sacred hues,
They glide diagonally, seeking truth,
Their eyes fixed on distant horizons,
Guiding the faithful, unwavering in youth.
## The Rooks
Stone fortresses, unyielding and bold,
They tower over the chaos below,
Castling secrets, guarding the flanks,
Their ramparts echo tales of long ago.
## The Queens
Regal and fierce, the heart of the game,
They glide with grace, command the tide,
Their vision spans the board's expanse,
A thousand moves in a single stride.
## The Kings
Vulnerable monarchs, burdened by fate,
They tiptoe through minefields of threat,
Their survival the ultimate quest,
In checkmate's shadow, they place their bet.
# The Endgame
And so the dance unfolds, move by move,
A ballet of intellect, passion, and strife,
In whispered gambits and thunderous clashes,
Chess weaves its magic, the pulse of life.
So let us raise our cups to this noble contest,
Where minds duel fiercely, yet hearts remain true,
For on this 64-square canvas, we find our refuge,
And in each checkmate, a victory anew.
and ## taken from chat bing all fresh and new (copilot)
that curious lady from Spain
ask me to compose a quatrain
"on the subject of chess
using four lines or less"
(looks like my attempt was in vain)
@MrPushwood said in #16:
> that curious lady from Spain
> ask me to compose a quatrain
> "on the subject of chess
> using four lines or less"
> (looks like my attempt was in vain)
Your attempt was in vain when you went over
The limit that she gave you, remember, she's all over
The board, along with those rooks and knights
And when the bishops cross, the pawns unite.
chess forever
its so nice so beautifull to play chess
i play chess in the morning
i play chess in the evening
sometimes i play chess in my sleep
my oponents become my friends
Allthough some hate me
we share the same world together
even if its only for a couple minutes
i want to thank to whoever invented chess
must be some genius to come up with this game
there isnt a greater game than chess
i hope i get to play chess forever
@BarcelonaGirl said in #6:
> I don’t know how to prove to you that these poems are mine, but believe me, it took me 2 months to come up with them and you won’t find them on the Internet because they are MINE
Yep, gpt zero is also highly confident the poems were AI generated, here's the link if anyone wants to check for themselves haha
gptzero.me/ Rises are red ,violets are blue, you are, a big fat poo xxx ha ha ha
