Sunday, October 7, 2007

CHES...THE MASTER GAME


The PawnThe lowly pawn,

Goes on and on,

Seeking a surrender;

The opponent's pawnMeanwhile comes on,

To try and clip her fender.

Cautiously forward,Yet steadily onward,

In slowly, measured feet,

The pawn's awareOf danger there,

Yet never will retreat.Unless, of course,

When things get worse,

She tries a "pas dansant,

"Then a pawn nearbyWill obliquely sighAnd apply the "en passant."

She may, some day,Go all the way,

Her forward file now clean,

And in fair playRise up and say,"The Pawn becomes a Queen!"



The Knight

The gallant knight pursues

the fightWith pseudo-octagonal vectors:

On stalwart steed, he doth proceed

To leap o'er nearby sectors.

And once he's got a vantage spot,

He'll settle in and mortify.

He may be fickle,

but let a pawn tickle:

You'll see the horse fly!



The Bishop

While diagonally moving on a slant of his own,

He may lurk in a corner

and pounce whilst you moan!

Bishops come in two colors, black and white;

Although clergy, they're keen for a fight

,Together, they're a steely bishop double:

So be warned: they can really dish up trouble!


The Rook
Learning his moves is really no hassle

Except that you need to know how to castle.

The rook may be upright, just like a tower,

And, like the Queen, he may make us cower.

Though he never cuts corners,

don’t let him spook you.

Just be on your guard, or else he may rook you.


The Queen

she sure gets around!

And in midst of the battle she'll generally be found.

Yet her greatest ambition is that brilliant device

Known to most players as the Queen Sacrifice,

Which is really not difficult, so I hear tell,

But whenever

I try it my game goes to . . .

Well,We can't all be Masters, but maybe someday

I'll have studied and practiced and learned how to play!



The King

No praise for the king:

Why he's just a square

Who is sheltered and pampered

through most of the game;If his men win,

he grabs the full share,

But just let them lose and who gets the blame?

!The BoardI am played upon and prayed upon,

By players proving mental brawn,

Who often get into such a state

That they start to argue and debate,

Whence I, usually in a drawer holed up,

Will then (like Arab tents) just silently fold up.

A LOVING TEACHER


Things our grown-up mind defies

Appear as giants in children's eyes.

A gentle touch upon her head

A simple word when kindly said.

Complete attention when she calls.

Her knowing you have given all.

Correcting in a loving way.

Instilling trust in what you say.

Making her believe unique

The tiny flaw upon her cheek.

Admiring old and faded dresses.

Reminding her we all make messes.

Words of comfort you've softly spoken

A promise you've made she knows won't be broken.

Your knowing her doll that was lost today

Is just as important as bills you can't pay.

Helping make her plans and schemes

Giving her hope and building her dreams.

All of this and so much more

Is in her mind forever stored.

They who touch her life awhile

Can either make or break that child.

Education is important, true,

But so much more, her faith in you.

You've weathered through the storm and strife;

You helped to build a small girl's life.

You're truly one to be admired.

For you gave more than was required.

GOOD NIGHT



Good-night, my dear!

The long day died

In sunset's afterglow;

The faint, far candles of the sky

Were lighted long ago.

How brave they shine on me and mine

From out that field of blue!

And one, a-far, points where you are,

And watches over you. Good-night,

my dear! Across the dark

I send my love to you,

And may your sleep be sweet and deep

And all your dreams come true.

And may there be one dream of me,

To keep my memory bright,

Lest you forget I love you yet,

And so, my dear, good-night!

THE BEGGAR



You're down and out,

now why is it?


Is it because of the child within,

Or was your crime a mortal sin?
You looked so pitiful in a pitiless crowd

And your silent eyes cried out so loud

It hurt my heart to see the way

The animals just passed you by।

When finally I stopped to thiS

Realised that so did I

But why?

Was it because

I did not trust Your reasons for asking us?

Or am I just as heartless अस

The others in this circus?

ATTITUDE I DREAM OF


Lord, when I am hungry,

give me someone in need of food;

when I am thirsty,

send me someone needing a drink;

when I am cold,

send me someone to warm;

when I am grieved,

offer me someone to CONSOLE;
when my cross grows heavy,

let me share another’s cross;

when I am poor,

lead me to someone in need;

when I have no time,

give me someone I can help a little while;

when I am humiliated,?

let me have someone to praise;

when I am disheartened,

send me someone to cheer;

when I need understanding,

give me someone who needs mine;

when I need to be looked after,

send me someone to care for;

when I think only of myself,

draw my thoughts to another… …

Saturday, October 6, 2007