The game…

life is a game
the earth
is the board
we
are the pieces
we move
ourselves

 

Photo”  Henry & Co
Pexels

The true definition of what life is like…a poem

we pretend
that we make choices
that we have control
at least a bit of it
but life is set up
to play with us
like any game
life just laughs
and yells
here I come
READY OR NOT
and we
do what we have to do
in order to
keep playing

 

Photo:  Jon Tyson
Unsplash

Life…3 pictures

what if we do live in the
Matrix
how can we possibly know
perhaps we need to contact
Keanu Reeves
if anyone should be able to
figure it out
it would be him

what if all we are
is a bunch
of squiggles
random lines
or numbers
a video game
played by others
who use each of us
as their pawn
in the game
and when we die
they just reset us

we like to pretend
that we know what we are
but we don’t
we could be anything
we don’t even know the
right questions to ask
don’t know where to look
to find out what’s real
and what’s not
we don’t know what
or who we are
maybe that’s because
we don’t actually
exist
except
in
the
game

 

All pictures from: Pixabay

The Queen…

the Queen said
I wil not fall
so she sent her pawns
and rooks
her knights
and bishops
to defend her castles
and and finally
as he other side fell
she turned to the king
and said
when will you grow up
I’m so sick of fighting
your battles for you
then she moved across the board
reorganized her troops
and wondered why
she hadn’t stayed
single

Chess…a poem

Richard
had no idea
that when he rescued
Zoey
from the shelter
she would
beat him in chess
every time
they played

 

Photo:  RickJBrown
Pixabay

Years ago, I made up a feminist game called, SHEROS…I just came across the photographs. It was fun. 3 pictures

This is an ad in a magazine for a BOARD GAME, for PRIDE AND PREJUDICE…I couldn’t believe it. LOL But for all you Jane Austen fans…have at it.

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Love is a game…sometimes you win…sometimes you don’t…but life’s a game, so you may as well play, because if you win…well, it’s a BIG win.

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Hopscotch…

Boys don’t play hopscotch.  It’s too complicated and mystic.  There are no holes into which a ball will fit, no sticks, bats, clubs, nothing to throw, beat or kick.  There is no physical contact.

Hopscotch takes a different kind of knowing and finesse.   There is no gear, no costumes or uniforms.  You don’t need playing fields or arenas.  A small piece of chalk and pebble is all you need to begin.  You can play anywhere you can draw the outline.

Hopscotch is elastic and while the rules stay the same, the meanings of the game changes, according to the girls who are playing.

Hopscotch includes a philosophy of balance, concentration, determination and magick.   It’s the magick part that’s a secret.

For more about boys and hopscotch…Eddie Izzard does a fabulous riff on it.  If you’re interested.