Aquarius35
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CHESS
The squares are white and black, like day and night,
The simple cells of regular routine;
But people them with pawn, knight, bishop, queen,
And focus shifts to unrelenting fight,
Alive with artful possibility,
With combinations, judo of the mind;
Engaging patterns lift from daily grind,
The round that spirals to infinity.
So scheme your way with care! All paths conceal
The maze's heart that lurks far from your eyes:
This labyrinth has depths which mesmerise,
With hidden traps of quicksand or of steel.
So cast your nets with subtler, quicker aim:
Enmesh and slay the foe, to win the game.
The point is that you read the poem and give your opinion on it.
That's not too hard is it?
Now try again.
Oh you're a Geordie I see.
OK never mind, move on.
The squares are white and black, like day and night,
The simple cells of regular routine;
But people them with pawn, knight, bishop, queen,
And focus shifts to unrelenting fight,
Alive with artful possibility,
With combinations, judo of the mind;
Engaging patterns lift from daily grind,
The round that spirals to infinity.
So scheme your way with care! All paths conceal
The maze's heart that lurks far from your eyes:
This labyrinth has depths which mesmerise,
With hidden traps of quicksand or of steel.
So cast your nets with subtler, quicker aim:
Enmesh and slay the foe, to win the game.
The point is that you read the poem and give your opinion on it.
That's not too hard is it?
Now try again.
Oh you're a Geordie I see.
OK never mind, move on.