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
Spending time staring at prototypes for an intrusive wall
When not imposing sanctions and specializing in name call;
Employing social media with the maturity of a three-year-old
Surrounded by a coterie incapable of telling or being told.
“Don’t send anything into my country” he indignantly yells
“I will decide what needs to be made and what sells”
It is only a matter of time before the world wakes up to this evil
Realizing the despot being kicked out will be the one great idyll
(Word Count: 84)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#109
“Are you a water bearer?” Ash startled Venky one midsummer day
“Huh?” Venky was trying hard for something to say
“I am a Sagittarius and what’s your Zodiac” she with a beatific smile
“Just waiting for YOUR SIGN” he thought – “all the while!”
(Word Count: 43)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#106
Seeking refuge in alcohol, finding solace in the noise of Iron Maiden
Venky knew he was leading a life of illusion, resorting to Huxley and Dryden
Carrying reminiscences of his Ash in every vein artery and coursing blood cell
He was nothing without her and every minute of her absence was to him a living hell
Ash, his life, his love, his one and only belle
Ash, sans her his life was but an exercise in denial
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#105
Strength and confidence at times may turn out to be an Achilles heel
A semblance of equilibrium needs a vulnerable feel.
(Word Count: 21)
