CONSEQUENCES

Aware of neither custom nor practice, he walked into the packed hall;

His crumpled suit made heads nod in unified derision

When the pompous moderator took to the microphone and raised his call

The wealthy and wise wondered whether he had even anything to say, in pompous unison

“Ladies and gentlemen and stakeholders of our future generations” rang out a voice loud and clear

“Mother Earth knows neither rewards nor punishments, but only consequences”

Enraptured they sat as he completely enveloped them with scenarios of both hope and fear

Draconian was he merely in looks, but a sophisticated Mark Anthony in his utterances.

(Word Count: 103)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#132

United We Grieve

Losing to Palace and coming up cropper against a determined Hammers

Failing to score against Newcastle, and against Astana just about saving the Bloopers;

Now trailing Bournemouth with 45 minutes left to play

Ineffable is the grief caused by Man U to us supporters as they totter and sway

If this calamity continues I will be rendered a nervous wreck;

Unlike the courageous boy who stood atop the burning deck

(Word Count: 70)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#130

Love Finds a Rustic

Amenable to neither sophistication nor pretense, a veritable rustic of doom

Aesthetics was never his forte and he could walk by with nary a glance at a flower in full bloom

Like a bolt out a blue, this bucolic specimen was rendered hopelessly besotted

Walking around with a weightlessness even though his stomach was knotted

 

The lass, to her credit was a damsel straight out a seraphic playbook

A beauty that made necks crane out of every cranny & inaccessible nook

Caring a jot for whether he choose to be crude or delicate

She knew not whether she loved him, leaving it all to fate.

(Word Count: 105)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#123

 

 

 

Balm & Benevolence

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it goes the popular refrain

A proven technique to ameliorate wanton grief and pain

But matters of the heart don’t correspond to this universal norm

There exists neither balm nor benevolence to tinker with or lend some calm

 

A tablet for sleeping; to bring one to the here and now

Alas! No medicine has yet been invented – and never will – to deal with the woes of love.

(Word Count: 75)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#119