Treasure Island

Jack Growden

(1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Life and Chess


Life can be likened to a good game of chess
As white has always moved first,
And whilst kings have ruled without a cut on their hands,
Every pawn’s life is cursed.

In life, some of us move sideways or backwards,
And many only know one way,
Such as the peasants and privates who run deadly straight
When they’re hurled right into the fray.

Amongst people there are those who are unassuming
Like the bishops who snipe from afar.
And a player is sure to look both ways before crossing
Quite similar to a pedestrian wary of a car.

Life can be likened to a good game of chess,
As it’s an art many struggle to comprehend,
A treacherous field upon which every effort and attempt
Is often met with a dismal dead end...

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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Copyright Jack Growden (2010) . Another old one, but nevertheless... Just a few similarities between the two great games of life and chess. Please note: I apologise if one takes offence to the first two lines, it was not intended to offend. Please keep reading my collection, and rate and comment as you wish. Thanks!

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  • Jack Growden (8/23/2013 3:30:00 AM)

    I'm glad you enjoy my poems Heather. Your continual praise of my work in very encouraging and much appreciated! Thanks, Jack (Report) Reply

  • Jack Growden (8/2/2013 6:26:00 PM)

    Thanks sincerely Chelsea. Both your compliments and instructive feedback are greatly appreciated! Please keep reading my collection and rate and comment as you wish. I will be sure to read your work too, if you don't mind? Thanks again! (Report) Reply

  • Chelsea Findlay (8/2/2013 12:28:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed this for the most part. Just a couple of comments.
    First - never apologize for your poetry. Those first two lines were chillingly true, and truth doesn't need defense, although I understand why you would have worried about offending.
    Second - the analogy is a solid one, but the poem doesn't flow as easily as it could. The words must have a rhythm to them, even when you're avoiding a set pattern or rhythmic scheme.

    That said, I enjoyed your poem a lot, and it's definitely given me some food for thought. Many thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Jack Growden (7/28/2013 1:35:00 AM)

    Very true! Thanks for reading my work. I appreciate your feedback. I implore you to keep reading as I post more poems. Thanks again! (Report) Reply

  • Ian Jobst (7/27/2013 6:36:00 PM)

    An impressive work to be sure, and well spoken. The truth in such words cannot be depleted by the notoriety of their speaker. For just as the pawns are overlooked for their number, their necessity nor truth cannot be overstated. (Report) Reply

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