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| Reviewed by Kenny Moon |
10/14/2012 |
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| Recently, I was reading a book about how to play chess so this poem sits squarely with me, Christine. I am amazed at your grand master virtuoso poems! |
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| Reviewed by J Howard |
2/5/2012 |
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| yes indeed... when playing..one must always ask...what chapter opens next, lest I WIN! |
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| Reviewed by H. Lena Jones |
11/3/2011 |
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My favourite board-game, too, but not often do I have a challenger. So I've been battling against the computer. It's quite a game of pure skill! Life can be compared to chess...one has to be skillful at just about every thing in order to survive. :)
Love and Hugs,
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
10/24/2011 |
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| It's tough to checkmate with pawns, but when you do, it speaks volumes of one's skill, patience, drive, and yes, competitive nature. But if one has to ask before a move, the stakes are either too high or the game is fixed. But in whose favor? Patrick |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
10/22/2011 |
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an excellent write Christine
Enjoyed its content
Love & Peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
10/22/2011 |
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we have to be really good at looking ahead ...
thoughtful metaphoric write ... |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/21/2011 |
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I love this meaningful metaphorical (symbolic) offering, Christine. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
10/21/2011 |
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Love is a gamble for sure!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Chip Bergeron |
10/20/2011 |
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Sounds to me as if someone shortly will become a pawn in the great and dangerous game of lovge.
Chip Bergeron |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/19/2011 |
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| Love IS the game, Christine! If it's sincere, there are no losers and the competition just inspires each to achieve to their fullest potential - no stakes set, just win-win, steel-sharpening-steel. The "glorious checkered countryside riddled with diversions" is pure joy to experience and explore when accompanied by those "dark eyes and sweet, soft breathing"... Let's hope to get lost in the woods en route! :)) xx |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
10/18/2011 |
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I don't play chess, but I loved reading "The Royal Game", by S.Zweig. I like the way you use the game to draw a quick and accurate psychological sketch. Interesting questioning too.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
10/18/2011 |
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Christine, It is not about winning but how you play the
game of life...
Always,
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
10/18/2011 |
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I like this and if we were to take it methaphorically as life being a game then yes the stakes can often be extremely high...especially when it applies to such things as love.
fee |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
10/18/2011 |
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Methinks this game is not chess. ;-) Once had a girlfriend who was a consummate bridge player. She studied every move until I wondered if she would ever play. Likewise, I played too rash, too impatient, for her partner, and chided me for it. We parted when she told me that she could love me and him, too.
Maybe she could?
Ron
BTW - I play chess rashly, and badly. It's only a game. |
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| Reviewed by Douglas Bentley |
10/17/2011 |
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My favorite game too
A joy to read you again
db |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
10/17/2011 |
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Life...like Chess is worth
asking the stakes of every move!
~Christine~
Very thought provoking of You!!
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Connie Faust |
10/17/2011 |
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The picture couldn't be sweeter!
I haven't learned how to play Chess, and Bill just won't play games!
This is a great poem, though, more like a story, and I can't help but feel that there is more behind it than a simple Chess game. Either way, it is enjoyable to read.
Connie |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
10/17/2011 |
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| Christine, it is all in the art of the feint and creating false expectations -- or is it? -- chess, a fine diversion -- I bid you joy love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by TONY NERONE |
10/17/2011 |
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I used to love to play, but to much condentrating for me now. Great write, Christine.
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
10/17/2011 |
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Checkmate and game on this one, Christine, always the winner. -gene.
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
10/17/2011 |
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I prefer to understand this in light of it being a metaphor undergirded by the axiomatic apologue . . .
Coming back from being wounded is a slow process, and it should be, unless you're a cliff diver, and then, sometimes it all seems a bit daunting when the eyes focus on what actually lies before us. The seer sayeth: Baby steps, thoughtful and prayerful, will take you where you're meant to be, no matter how convoluted the path seems. And protecting the heart/king is tantamount to a blissful and safe checkmate ... mares tails and effortless glissandos ... richard |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
10/17/2011 |
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Awesome! And that picture is adorable....my kind of chess game!
Hugs,
Anna |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
10/17/2011 |
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Love your 'take' here, Christine,
and the generous and different point of view.
Yes!
John |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
10/17/2011 |
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| Quite captivating. Chess truly is a marvelous game. Love that pic! |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
10/17/2011 |
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| VERY NICE!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS PICTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
10/16/2011 |
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Even puppy dog eyes are not going to distract my competitive spirit...lol
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| Reviewed by Janna Hill |
10/16/2011 |
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I don't know a thing about Chess Christine, but I still managed to completely enjoy this!
:) Janna |
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| Reviewed by John Domino |
10/16/2011 |
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Great! U R Back! Nice poem about one of my all time fav games.
I spend 3 yrs. in England. I used to play every week with the Chief of Police of Cambridge-shire. He was an excellent player but he could not play well with two Harvey Wallbangers in his belt. He could not handle the mixed drinks so that's when I thrashed him!
I don't drink but for an occasional glass of wine now but I have not lost my love for a good game of chess. Bravo! |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
10/16/2011 |
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I love the metaphoric truth to this poem. The game of love has many opponents, perhaps when it is true love or soul mate love the game ends...maybe not...lol
Lovely poetry as always, you never disappoint your readers.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber |
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| Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks |
10/16/2011 |
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| So cute. Don't be fooled by the puppy disguise though..he beat me last week. |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
10/16/2011 |
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Truly a delightful poem as the puppy opponent is so adorable great poetry as always my friend Laura
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| Reviewed by Mark Lichterman |
10/16/2011 |
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Very cute poem , Christine, and, so it appears, a very capable opponent.
Mark |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
10/16/2011 |
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Clever allegory. Castle? Rook! lol.
Play against the computer, pah, unless you confuzzle it by doing crazy moves with the knight, once it has tried to suss it out, too late, you stand a chance to win! lol.
My fav game, too. xx |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
10/16/2011 |
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| Ah, this is wonderful, Christine. What a fun poem and the picture is just what it needed. But, hey, games are meant to be won, and if you have your opponent whimpering like the cute little pup that he is at the loss of yet another game, just look at him sternly and say, "Better luck next time, greenhorn.!" |
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| Reviewed by Frank Stein (Reader) |
10/16/2011 |
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| Very cool... Sometimes we can win by losing .. |
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