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.
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.
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.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cringe-Worthy.”
Is it embarrassing or is it infuriating?
Is it harmless or is it dangerous?
And mind the word,
It’s spelt with a double ‘R’ and a double ‘S’.
Now, the spelling!
That’s what makes me cringe!
Green-Eyed Lady: Bug-eyes
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Lady.”
The green-eyed lady comes calling,
every now and then,
She smiles and she whispers,
sweet nothings that provoke malice and mice,
She has all the time in the world for idlers,
For people outward-bound,
She has no time for introspection,
She has no time for hope.
Forgive and Forget: Cliches
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forgive and Forget?.”
To forgive and forget is a trite and easy-to-mouth cliche.
It’s hard to forgive, even harder to talk about it and certainly hardest to forget.
To be truthful, it’s best to forgive for your own sake, then walk away but remember never to forget. Who knows if he or she will perpetrate and/or perpetuate it once more on you?
Do you have the grace to give someone a second chance or a third or more? That’s trust, that’s belief, that’s grace. Now, that’s a thought!
You, the Sandwich: Delicacy
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “You, the Sandwich.”
If I were a restaurant delicacy,
I hope I’d be the menu special,
Queried by all,
Ordered by most,
And prepared in bulk!
Idyllic: Ideally speaking
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Idyllic.”
There is no ideal community to aspire to.
There is no idyllic life in a knowledgeable one.
Ignorance is bliss until a community is no longer ignorant nor idyllic.
Then there are fewer ideals to aspire to and more wants instead.
That is the truth of the matter, that is the cross of progress.
Coming to a Bookshelf Near You: Rhonda
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Coming To a Bookshelf Near You.”
She had an idea that she was nearing her destination. It was close—very close.
The hours at the hospital kept streaming back into her consciousness—the loss of blood from the stab wound in her right side was a painful reminder of the dangerous nature of her errand. Retrieving proof of the several attempts made to end her life was her paramount objective at the moment.
Would she succeed? Can she nab the culprits and end her terror?
Ride of Terror takes you on a journey through the chills of being a solitary urban woman in a large, strange city waylaid by unknown miscreants and the chilling truth behind the sequence of events that unravel will have you turning the pages with a feverish intensity in a whodunit.