LPiA-23 Nov. 23

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 23
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by a board game.
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[Wjames]

Midnight bullet chess
on the tablet with a glass of wine
two hours in to an edible
on a Wednesday evening.

Tomorrow isn’t now until you wake up
on the couch with the tablet on the floor
and your tongue cracking dry
from open mouth.

[Tiger the Lion]

Midnight bullet chess
on the tablet with a glass of wine
two hours in to an edible
on a Wednesday evening.

Tomorrow isn’t now until you wake up
on the couch with the tablet on the floor
and your tongue cracking dry
from open mouth.

Love it. Been there and mean to do it again.

[dukealien]

Posted and Banned


The other guys were not untutored rabble
all flyers, college graduates to boot...
yet as my words perambulated by
on doubled vowels, and bonuses with zest
and each one aced the dictionary test
some grew annoyed (I grinned, I shall not lie)
that doleful day when I was forced to scoot
for I was banned from Boggle™, and from Scrabble™.

[Tiger the Lion]

Dice

a new board game 
uncertain rules
unspoken family rivalries
and turkey

one side of the board
gains weight--
is it armies?
or gravy and mash?

next the victor
prancing about
like it wasn't luck
and certainly wasn't the wine

like it wasn't the dice 
like it wasn't the wine

when cousins leave without speaking
it's never the turkey
the gravy
or mash 


it's always the dice
it's always the wine

[rayheinrich]

                        < clockwise from you >

                          Can be found here

[Pike]

A Board Game


Got brand-new Indies
On my Baker deck—
A little loose,
But what the heck.
 
Some Thrasher grip
And Spitfire wheels
90’s pants and
Ticks on my heels.
 
A little old lady
Has started to pray.
—Look out, old timer,
I’m headed that way!
 
I set myself up
At the top of the hill
No time for doubt
It’s a matter of will.
 
I’m Mullen, I’m Tony,
I’m Flash Jumpin’ Jack…
…I’m broken, I’m bloody,
I’m flat on my back.

[TranquillityBase]

In Hell
Marx, Engels, Lenin and Trotsky
will have to play Monopoly 
for an eternity.  Stalin will play Banker.

Why is it so easy to think of a Hell?
When I was a jute
I loved Risk, graduated to Stalingrad,
played the funeral march from Berlioz’ Symphonie Fantastique
when the game reached the winter of 1943,
when the mice were eating the wiring of the tanks,
and fires had to be built under machine guns 
to thaw them for action.

I am in my own movie.
Don’t tell anyone and besides,
who would believe it?

[Wjames]

Midnight bullet chess
on the tablet with a glass of wine
two hours in to an edible
on a Wednesday evening.

Tomorrow isn’t now until you wake up
on the couch with the tablet on the floor
and your tongue cracking dry
from open mouth.

Love it. Been there and mean to do it again.

Thanks, Tiger. I love chess, but mostly play without too much thought.

[RiverNotch]

i used to weave crowns
out of lavenders but now
i hammer them out of gold. i used to paint
your face on wooden boards
like those before us now
but subjects more deserving
i've since found. i used to cense
your ears with perfumed words,
your neck with bruises, and your breasts
with various spices, but we spilled
no wine upon your dress. i used to want
but now, i merely love.