The need of the moment was neither muscle not money
A little bit of knowledge and a nuance that could help many
By no means can it be deemed inappropriate to ask
People “just wear a bloody mask!”
(Word Count: 38)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#167
Pelting stones and setting things alight
When caught by the police & left nary of any delight;
“Reason?” they were asked.
‘EPOCH!’ they screamed before being shot
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#146
Harbouring Panglossian hopes and nurturing visions Elysian
Venky led his life day dreaming and was a child to love’s paean;
Until the day reality decided to not just manifest but give him one royal kick
The impact of which made the poor Utopian horribly sick
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
He was gone to rust.
(Word Count: 56)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#143
Fractals of our self furiously gravitate towards the world wide web
Some attracted by Tinder, others lured by Facebook as for likes they beg;
Biographies and memoirs don’t go beyond temporal ‘stories’ on Instagram
Calmness and quietude was once a languorous ride on a tram.
Burden of peer pressure making shoulders sag
Why can’t we screw everything and just LOLLYGAG!
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#138
Melting glaciers that are Mother Nature’s anguished tear drops
Vanishing lush canopies and spontaneous fires burning crops
Bleached corals confining beauty to phtographs in pages
Capitalism plundering resources accumulated over millions of ages.
Frustrating and making one vex
Oh so complex!
(Word Count: 41)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#137
A Monarch of all he surveyed, but now a wretched pauper seeking his soul
Majestic robes he found himself ensconced in were now tattered rags wrapped around a ghoul
Muttering to himself he wandered aimlessly as his unprotected soles drew streaks of blood
Oblivious to physical pain and totally deaf to what around him was being said.
“One reaps what one sows” said some crunching their faces in apparent disgust
“He was a good man” opined some, “until consumed by the lure of lust”;
But he himself felt strangely free
Having accepted his Hubris.
(Word Count: 94)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#136
- Obsessed with likes on Instagram and infatuated with Selfies on Facebook
Chasing customized Bucket Lists clicking a thousand pictures, but never bothering to look;
Sacrificing precious moments and memories at the altar of ‘stories’ and posts
To barricade one’s existence within the shackled boundaries of Skyping guests and hosts.
2. Going gaga over Alexa and unsuspectingly enslaved by the seductive Siri
Unwilling to recognise that in the world of capitalism, nothing comes free;
Fretting over friends lists all the while losing sleep over followers
Unashamed devotees of Social Media, which keeps feeding on believers.
3. A willing prey to clever algorithms that obliterate all notions of free will
Becoming creatures of habit and fast losing the original gift of skill;
Humans becoming robots allergic to empathy
Reduced to 280 characters on Twitter, what a pity!
(Word Count: 136)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#135
Tendrils of smoke wafted and swirled upwards in a convolution of asymmetrical shapes
A rasping cough shook him to the bones eliciting from passersby repulsive gawks and gapes;
Rivulets of painful tears streamed down his eyes brushing his parched and cracked lips
With shivering fingers he put away his pack of cigarettes along with a book of matchsticks
The trinity of tiny dots on the X-Ray all but signed his death warrant sans pity
(Word Count: 76)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#133
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
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