The Chess-board must be placed with a white square at the right-hand corner.
quote by Howard Staunton
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On the Lake (1)
Mountain monks facing chess sit
Board on bamboo dark quiet
Shine bamboo no person see
Sometimes hear down chess piece sound
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain,
The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear.
Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow,
One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
Chess Like That? (Mumbai 2008)
Just another round of the chess game
Rooks and bishops fall dead on the board
Apolitical horses have gone lame
As the dead count to a hundred soared
Black and white squares are now bloody red
Grieve for the pawns who've been blown up dead
Regroup, restart, this political game
Plot a quick 'rechauffe' of the same
And then fix a duel of nuclear kings-
For aren't your motives, just a chess thing?
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(Written December 10,2008 Tarlac City Philippines)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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You sit at the board and suddenly your heart leaps. Your hand trembles to pick up the piece and move it. But what chess teaches you is that you must sit there calmly and think about whether it's really a good idea and whether there are other, better ideas.
quote by Stanley Kubrick
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Black and White
Black and White By Dilantha Gunawardana
A story in black and white
Black and white;
Black in white; perhaps black on white;
White embedded in black;
Black around white, sprinkle or a speckle even a trickle;
Shadows on the porch on an eerie white night;
A piano keyboard, intertwined in ebony and white;
A checker or a droughts board or lofty chess pieces;
Black stallions and white mares;
All galloping in the pursuit of unending happiness;
A flow of nimbus with a speckle of cumulus;
Showers of blessings, black rain and even snow and hale;
The smog that kisses the snow flake clouds;
Chimneys and embers inside snowy winter bungalows;
We begin in ashes, black residual ashes;
Connected to a white umbilical cord;
We are born white, virgins in every sphere of life;
Then we learn of the agony of the ebony;
Even the bright light of white, even white water that softens our stance;
Criss-cross, diagonal, straight or in jumps in the many paths of life;
Life, a game of chess, as we sprinkle our lives with black and white;
And in the end, we are left with nothing but black and white;
A powdered white peau against the back dropp of a charcoal black suit
In an ebony coffin, with white shimmering handles
Then we burn in to ashes, residual embers
Ashes to ashes, powder of our existence
Black and white;
Our true essence of life.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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If I'm home with no chore at hand, and a package of books has come, the television set and the chess board and the unanswered mail will have to manage without me if one of the books is a detective story.
Square Peg, Round Hole
He's a square peg in a round hole
Misfit in a slick world
Don't play the game
Don't do what he's told
He's a square peg in a round hole
Square peg don't care
The bright lights he's not there
Catch the shadows see him slip away
Square peg that's what they say
Square peg, Suare peg
Square peg, you have got to be strong
Square peg, he's got his own song
Square peg, I'll see you around
Square peg, face down
Square peg, round hole
song performed by by Chris Rea
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The Way You Wear Your Head
Dont push me cause Ill fall in love
With whatever you just said.
Dont push me cause I'll fall in love
With the way you wear your head.
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
I want to want you
I need to need you
Id love to love you
I want to want you
I need to need you
Im begging to beg you
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Id like to say good-bye
To a complicated mind
But when I walk and wave
Im stalked all day
By california lives
And things I didnt try
And ways you were unkind
And the strangest colored eyes
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
song performed by by Nada Surf
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After that, Kasparov stepped back from chess which is, and I want this to be clear, not good for chess in general at all. As a whole, the current situation in the chess world leaves a lot to be desired.
quote by Anatoly Karpov
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On the other hand, chess is a mass sport now and for chess organisers shorter time control is obviously more attractive. But I think that this control does not suit World Championship matches.
quote by Boris Spassky
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My Country, My State...
inside
money and power
change equations
with the ease of a
seasoned skater
outside
some hundred billion
hands raise to an
empty sky in utter
helplessness, undifinable
inside
power gets moved on
an antique chess board
in intrigue and advantage
outside
cheap lives move
on the rusted chess board
of ordinariness in
misplaced martyrdom
thrust on them
inside
leaders sprawl on
beds made of twenty four
karat gold nuggets
outside
we the commoners
get lied on heaps of
stinking flowers left
unsold...
inside
the fast-unto-death
get fed on easy digestable
food so as to make it
easy for the gut
outside
pigs and other respectable
creatures honestly thrive
on rotting vegetables
force-dumped by the
deserted pavements...
15dec2009
08.55hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I learned that fighting on the chess board could also have an impact on the political climate in the country.
quote by Garry Kasparov
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People from a world corner
The worst poverty in the world
The worst discrimination in the world
While people thinking about Global Warming
Corner people thinking how to survive
Corner people struggling one day by one day
While people living in the rocket age
Corner people walking miles to miles for one day survive
Corner people surprising whenever a plane is flying
While people thinking about living on other planets
Corner people crying to get a four feet square area
Corner people watering their blood for a four feet squares area
While people thinking about homosexual marriage
Corner people giving their lives for saving their children
Corner people growing never ever seeing their parents
While people thinking about which food is the best in the world
Corner people running thousand miles to get a few rice
Corner people dying lack of food and water
While people thinking about legalization of prostitution
Corner people not knowing what is the law
Corner people never seeing decided by a just justice
Corner people are not people!
Corner people are not from this world!
I would wonder............
poem by Zaw Myat Htoo
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Come, Pretty School-Girl!
On this rolling planet ever have you seen
A home so like a palace waiting for its queen? --
A dwelling place so fair,
So fill'd with treasures rare,
As the little white cottage on Evergreen Square?
Come, pretty school girl! lay your books aside;
Yes graduate tomorrow -- tomorrow be my bride;
My fortune share,
And reign queen there,
In the little white cottage on Evergreen Square.
Red as are the roses climbing on its wall,
Your cheeks of richer crimson shall out-bloom them all.
Your eyes (beyond compare)
A brighter gleam shall wear,
In the little white cottage on Everygreen Square.
Flow'rs of rarest fragrance all the year shall bloom,
And singing birds make music in your chosen room.
Come, breathe its balmy air!
Come, charm away my care,
In the little white cottage on Everygreen Square.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Profit Wars Planned Continually
somewhere in various locations
shifting across chess board earth
skull and crossbones wars rage
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Square Root Of The Soul/Kvadratni Korjen Duse
The soul’s the square
The square with birds flying down on it
To take away the crumbs of its bread
The square with four corners
Each being turned towards
A stone token in its centre
The square the people keep coming to
To take away the words and their own faces
The square with four corners
Each being turned towards clock beat
In its centre
The square of its own forehead
The mandala of the palm of its hand
With an eye in every single corner
Silently measuring the unknown
The square root of the soul
Inspired by Carl Jung
Kvadratni korjen duše
Duša je kvadrat
Trg na koji slijecu ptice
I odnose mrve njenog hljeba
Kvadrat sa cetiri ugla okrenut
Ka kamen znamenu u njenom središtu
Trg na koji dolaze ljudi
I sa njega odnose rijeci i svoja lica
Sa cetiri ugla okrenut
Ka sat otkucaju njenog središta
Trg sopstvenog cela
Mandala svoga dlana
Sa po jednim okom u svakom uglu
Tiho odmjerava nesaznatljiv
Kvadratni korjen duše
Inspirisano Karlom Jungom
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Chess Piece Face
Whats gonna happen to chess piece face
There go I but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of chess piece face
I dont know where he lives
Or if he knows to sail
Or if little schemes like this one ever cross his trail
But I dont believe hes dreaming
Or if he cares to know
So I shudder* in my lampshade
So, whats gonna happen to chess piece face
There I go but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of chess piece face
Chess piece face
Chess piece face
Chess piece face
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The chess-board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us.
quote by Thomas Huxley
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My Child's Tournament of Chess
High preparations
Great apprehensions
Last minute advises
Hope for celebrations
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Reaching the venue on time
Dying to know the opponent's name
Waiting for the match to commence
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Win or lose?
Life gets stuck
No mood to stroll
Hauling the mind
out of the chess hall
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child starts appearing vulnerable
The opponent appears unbeatable
Praying for the win of my race horse
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Makes me meet all my weak emotions
Fear, jealousy, worry and doubt
challenge my sense of spiritualization
My mind gives me premonitions
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Gifts me a chance to become strong
A chance to climb up the emotional ladder,
for what I so long
A chance to look at the opponent as my own child
Pray for both to play their best
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child's tournament of chess
allows me to understand
the meaning of failure
Two faces of the same coin,
success is no different from failure
Both are the part of the same destination with no comparison
Who can tell which is more important the Moon or the Sun.
My love for my child shall remain the same
Performance is no benchmark for the same
Win or loss, loss or win,
I will always love him
Whatever be the result
of my child's tournament of chess.
poem by Anshul Gupta
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Recent Parole Board Decisions
We have to keep them in jail though the Parole Board lets them out,
Ghetto housing fatherless guys with guns who know what it's all about,
Canadians have become impressed by gang-gun events,
Because the Parole Board lets them out without arguments.
No death penalty imposed on anyone in that ghetto crowd,
No death with dignity or binding referendums for us, allowed,
Canadians are stuck in square one trying to figure this out,
Have we lost control and would like to turn around and come about?
Has anyone figured why the Parole Board lets these people out?
As though they had changed their ways and had turned into boy scouts,
Is there something we don't know going on behind out backs?
Criminals back on the streets and able to commit illegal acts.
poem by James Bredin
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Leonard Chess passed, and that was the end of the Chess label for that time.
quote by Solomon Burke
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