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Poems By Poet Albert Ahearn  6/30/2015 11:51:51 PM
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D4 Or E4, That Is The Question

He sits across from me over a board
With checkered squares. He is white; I am black.
I need a win, him a draw. Can’t afford
To play prophylactically. Attack
Is my only chance to win this tourney.
Which leaves me with only one opening:
The Sicilian*. I only hope that he
Will play a hackneyed first move like a king
Pawn center thrust. Queen pawn creates problems
And he doesn’t need problems at this time.
I feel both moves favor me. It depends.
Playing queen pawn I think would undermine
His chances for a draw but then again
The king pawn move allows the Sicilian.

* 1. e4....c5
Albert Ahearn




Day fades into semidarkness
And night’s ravenous appetite
Slowly consumes remaining light
Leaving nothing but shadowy
Phantoms slow dancing with the wind
Under a new moon cloudy night.
Darkness- The great equalizer
Where the sense of sight is useless
And Seeing Eye dogs are not seen;
Where sinners and saints are lovers
And transgression and grace are words
Having utterly no meaning;
Where truth becomes irrelevant
Until the mornings piercing light.
Albert Ahearn




The Deciduous maple trees
With their temporary broad leaves
Fell in great numbers during the
Early, darkened, chilly morning.
Their photosynthetic lifetimes
Once green are now shadows of life
As they lay lifeless on the ground.
As I slowly pedal along
The beaten path, a crispy sound
Emerges from beneath the wheels;
And a sweet odoriferous
Scent from their decaying-remains
Beckons forth from my aged mind
Pleasurable abstract musing.
Albert Ahearn




I lie amidst a pride of dandelions.
Odoriferous breaths overwhelm me.
Above, a sea with white wispy phantoms
Silently, adrift, like lost ships at sea.
I close my eyes but still see everything.
For what's perceived is also imagined.
A subtle April breeze whispers.. it's spring!
I smile with eyes still closed then I begin
Soliloquy: I need no gallery
Nor brush and palette to paint that which I see.
All I have seen is stored in memory
And abstract thought can launch this reverie.
I lie still among these yellow flowers
Lost in springtime daydreams by the hour.
Albert Ahearn
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