Just turning the calendar page,
does not a new year make,
promises made not promises kept,
new year will come and go,
nothing will change if we don’t.
Photo by author today morning.
Past and Future
Tag: change
VAIN : RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 215 Rebel & Change
This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
Photo from Pixabay
Why do we rebel
To bring meaningful changes
Or minutes in sun
Fifteen minutes passed
Will change the world, we proclaimed
Vain rebels we were
Changes Inevitable – a set of haikus
Inevitable
Tree leaves turn green to amber
Changes natural
Cyclic seasons turn
Black to grey hairs turn, aging
Coloring futile
Enchanting rose blooms
Heavenly beauty withers
Fragrant memory
A sudden storm blows
Uproots strongest oak tree, dead
Nature impartial
Birth to death, cycle
Changes, process natural
Inevitable
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
WELFARE
Welfare to all this holiday season
Everybody be hale and hearty
Let us all be happy
Frolicking friends and family
All around us
Rest of the year and coming years be
Enjoyable with reason as our beacon
Worry not too much
Everything is going to be all right
Live life with dignity
Fear not the changes on the horizon
Anger, arguments and aloofness
Rarely does solve problems
Engage to prosper and preserve your rights
Welcome:Week Forty Four of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”
The land of the free and the home of the brave does not feel too welcoming at this time. Lady Liberty does not seems to be extending her hands any more to the tired, poor,huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Rather the poor, huddled masses of the country were hoodwinked by the promise of erecting a wall to keep other poor, huddled masses out from this country. I wholeheartedly support a fair immigration policy, a process that is legal. It is not fair that every few years an amnesty be granted to people who are not legal residents. That’s a mockery of the law. But what stops the elected legislature to make a law to take care of the issue once for all. Is it because without those immigrants, the life of the rich as they know it won’t be the same. Will making a fair immigration law severely impact the lifestyle of the rich and the powerful?
But I digress. I am not feeling very welcoming for last couple of weeks. Just as I think that the nastiness of the election is past and we can slowly go back to be normal again, there comes a tweet from the POTUS elect. Like a pouting child who always thinks that he/she has been misjudged or mistreated, every single event that pierces his thin skin becomes a rallying point for his tweet and a battlecry for his hard nosed followers to come rallying for him. Those tweets are not allowing the country to heal. Some silence from his tweets are most welcome. He has won the election and he is most welcome to govern. That’s his prerogative, he is welcome to it. Just stop this circus.
People are fearful of changes, what change would bring. I think one should welcome change but needs to be on guard to ensure that rights are not trampled. On that note, for week forty four of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I chose WELCOME as the starting word of my poem. Hope my dear readers will welcome the poem.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-30-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings
Fleeting Muse 