Moving on from stuffing cash under pillows and hiding them in ceilings false
Taking recourse to sophisticated technology while many a Tax Haven calls
Going digital is insidiously wise
RISE INEQUALITY RISE!
(Word Count: 32)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#126
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
Morose and lethargic, a lazy and stiff hand Venky flung out
Towards the trusted teapot that had a grotesquely twisted spout
The bad hangover had an orchestra playing in his head
He had just sought love but got scorn instead
Earl Gray bloody hell at the very least.
(Word Count: 48)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#121
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
Jagged bolts of lightning slamming forcefully into the ground
Rolling thunder hidden within overcast skies producing hideous sound
Sheets of rain cascading down in a burst of unrelenting fury
Lashing down impartially upon every building, automobile, and tree.
Standing by a huge window, within the confines of a concrete tower
Venky stared intently awestruck by Mother Nature’s raw power
Singing an elegiac song with accompanying strums of melancholy
Rendering him rooted to the spot even though he wanted to desperately flee.
Memories came flooding in as his eyes unwittingly welled up
Heartbreak could wait as he heard his boss shout, “times up!”
(Word Count: 102)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#118
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she exclaimed pointing to the plunging valley
The smile adorning her face was unadulterated, original & full of glee
Yet another peak had been conquered by this inveterate hiking woman
Who lead life to the fullest retaining in the face of all adversity, pluck and fun
But for him, few things mattered including a coursing river or the profuse green
Nor did he have time for lasting monuments or peacocks that gloriously preen;
His heartbeat was the beautiful lady who was the very epitome of bliss and cheer
So long as she was with him there was no force on earth that could induce in him any fear
He lived in her convincing voice and in her dazzling smile lay his sole solace
While days were spent in her memories, nights whirled away framed by her beatific face;
She was his beginning, his end and without an iota of doubt his very destiny
Just her presence and proximity liberated him and set him gloriously free
Undiminished and unfettered, he found in her company his self, absolute and true
Angels of her ilk were remarkably rare, and unfortunately so very few
But it was his spell blinding fortune that he was a chosen one
For he knew with absolute certainty that another of her like, there could be none
He knew not whether this precious treasure could be his for life
This nagging doubt beset him without respite setting off an internal strife
But the very fact that he knew her would in the end, lend him a modicum of ease
When the time finally comes for him, he would see her magnificent face before resting in peace
Chatbots in troll farms; stooges in disguise
Ranting and raving to spread anger and some vice
Antipathy takes flight on strongly paid wings
These are some of Mark’s favourite things.
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#117
Trying to catch the fleeing monkey by grabbing at its bushy tail
An endeavor of ridiculous proportions, which was inevitably bound to fail
Swiftly turning back in rage, the furious monkey sunk its sharp teeth into his bum
The amateur’s pain refused to be dulled even after copious swigs of rum.
(Word Count: 51)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#116
Judge me for my failings; crucify me for my deeds
Make me accountable for every one of fate’s unsparing beads;
Place me on the rack for every contemptuous sin
Haul me unsparingly to the coals and burn me before my protests begin.
Direct every known wrath and wreak the weapon of vengeance
Shake me by the scruff of my neck to instill within me proper sense
Do all of these and much more if your conscience tells you am wrong, by Jove
But never punish me on the one pretext that I nurtured false LOVE.
(Word Count: 95)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#115
Arms crossed he gazed intently as the aircraft took to the sky
Too shocked to even mull; numbed to even wonder why;
Now every recollection of Ash’s face
Would unmistakably trigger a grimace.
(Word Count: 33)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#109
