In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Linger.”
Linger
Finger
Pinger
Ringer
Singer
Winger
Zinger
Methinks, you can linger or malinger!
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Placebo Effect: Fat Chance
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Placebo Effect.”
If I could create a cure,
a single cure,
for a single malaise,
it’d be a humongous remedy,
for obesity!
No fat jokes, please!
State of Your Year: Two States
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “State of Your Year.”
State of my year?
I’m more worried about the state of my ear!
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream: No REM
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”
I have no dreams,
It’s a dreamless sleep,
The sleep with no REM,
The slumber that fits the first cycle,
The rest we term deep sleep,
To dream, perchance to sleep.
Singular Sensation: Reading and writing
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”
I have no illusions about the number of readers of this blog.
Statistics , in this instance, certainly don’t lie.
But if you’re a reader,
I just hope you peruse carefully,
And capture not just the essence
But ,more importantly, the motivation(s) behind the writing!
Most writers write so that they are understood.
The best write so that their readers are understood!
The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man: Styling times
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”
Like most things from my generation,
I’m out of style!
Land of confusion: Many tongues
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”
Neither English nor Math,
Not even History or Geography,
Though I admit I always had some trouble recalling dates,
Science was not too difficult either,
Physics, Chemistry and Biology were a breeze,
Although I never go around to balancing chemical equations
Or drawing anatomy too well; I traced!
It was the second and third languages,
Marathi and Hindi, that were my bugbear.
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Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves: Robotic chores
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves.”
The dishes won’t do themselves,
the food won’t heat itself,
the garbage won’t take itself out,
the clothes won’t wash and dry themselves,
this blog won’t write itself,
And I don’t own any robots that’ll do all this themselves.
Enough said!
New Internet Order: PM of the internet
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Internet Order.”
To be ruler of the ether,
To be able to create a tsunami on-line,
Every time I write,
To be king , even if only for a day,
To be in charge of virtual subjects everywhere,
Numbering seven billion or so,
I am the Prime Minister of the Internet,
Until the enraged denizens erupt in fury
And crown a revolution with the rallying cry
“NaMo. (No more.)”
Journey: Time machine
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”
To go back in time,
Metaphysically, emotionally while not wanting to.
Now that’s not nostalgia but a harrowing route—to and fro.