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RPS Haiku and Poetry

Thanks to the Bull Board crew for their stirring submissions.

Stone, scissors, paper
Safety is an illusion
Must fight, run, or hide

-Basho (translated by Paperman)

You only live twice
Once when you are born and once
When you R.P.S

-Posted By Cogg-Willoughby

Clenched and Powerful
my fist is lowered on three
Supreme Victor, Rock!

-Posted By He Who Stands With Fist

paper rock sissors
endless strategic choices
the master throws rock!

-Posted By He_Who_Stands_with_Fist, President of the Center for Native American RPS Studies

rock PAPER,paper
SCISSORS,paper SCISSORS,
scissors ROCK, four nil.

-Posted By custardchuk

few are perfect forms
the rock however is one
likewise breasts are too.

-Posted By He_Who_Stands_with_Fist, President of the Center for Native American RPS Studies

concentration
body calm, muscles primed
who will prevail

-Posted By custardchuk

Two foes meet as one.
The fists fall, as once again,
Scissors cut paper.

-Posted By Master Roshambollah

"Wojeck hails from near the river, beneath that famous mountain side,
Where the men are twice as keen and twice as rough:
Where a man is judged but what he shows and what he keeps inside.
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the craftsmen and the artists in these mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between:
I've seen so many players since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such a future have I seen."

And so he played: they gave him some space amongst the best,
And the games began, no quarter asked or shared.
And the old man voiced his feelings, "If you want to be the best
Remember, just the purest will be spared."

So Clancy led the leaders- he was playing from the heart
As the best and boldest players always do.
He had forced upon the good ones his individual art,
And Wojeck made up the final chosen few.

-Posted By custardchuk

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