As Time Flies By

I close and open my fist in disgust
As I see time fly by
In time I can’t catch wasted time
Knowing fully well that I will rue
The time that flew by
There will be a time
When I will ruminate
The time that flew by
Time would only tell
What could have been
What I lost
As summer slowly passes
And I sit languidly
Listening to the gossips of the day
Silent gazes of strangers
Clouded by rising steam
From continuously refilled coffee cups
Locks for a moment on something
And furtively look away
Are they also ashamed of
The guilt of killing time
As another summer day
Rolls away to dusky evening
Co-conspirators we all
Guilty as accused
Vicarious pleasure
Of wasting time
As time flies by

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Missing Commandments

I was browsing the
Ten Commandments
For some solace
During these turbulent times
And realized it’s missing a few
Thou shalt not tweet
To spew venoms
Thou shalt not talk
If every time you speak
You put your foot
In your mouth
In that case
Please do us a service
Leave the tweeting to the birds
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If only I could remember
That twelfth commandment
During verbal joustings
With my spouse
Life would be beautiful
Instead of going through the day
With a slouch

Lady of the Night: Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #161 Painted & Lady

Vibrant butterfly
Nature’s dainty painting shines
She will be lady

*****
Lady in waiting
Men’s loathsome  lust kill her dreams
Painted the town red

*****
Darkness now reigns her life
Painted face hides scars of lust
Lady of the night


Ronovan’s weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge : Painted & Lady

 

I have not changed

I have not changed
I learned to live
With a long list
Of unachieved goals
Ghost of accepting
The inevitable
Things that I can’t change
Does not faze me now
Hiding behind a mask
Of my own making
Tolerating unseen pain
Is no longer acceptable
I am free of the shadows
Lurking behind the veil
Not defeated
My soul is free
Garbage of the past
Unburdened
Forward to future
I have not changed

Tears beneath the Glare:Three Line Tales, Week 79


photo by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash

Glare of the bright lights and hoorahs mask the pain and tears behind masochistic mask
Modern day gladiators march on to their untimely demise for the pot of gold
While emperors play the fiddle paying lip services to cavernous greed of the proletariat


ThreeLineTales: Week 79

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Three

I first thought it was tree
Then I noticed
The prompt was “Three

I only had a photo of trees
As luck would have it
There were three 
So my conscience is free
Please hear my plea
Let me tell the story
Of the three trees

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