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

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Warning

Warning clouds rumble on the horizon
Anxious citizens play wait and see game
Rich are getting ready to get richer
Never in doubt about the outcome
Insecure dreamers dread doubtful future
Not knowing what will happen with their lives
Greed is getting ready to trump good for ever

Warning to all of us who chose to ignore
Are we now ready to pay the price
Risk of a nation divided by ugly vitriolics
Novelty of change will wear out soon
Immigrants are bad unless wives of POTUS elect
Narcissist nabob will make the people dance
Great hyperbole will trump common sense

Warning message to those who did not care
All’s not lost yet if you dare to oppose
Russian puppet shows ruining your life
Now is the time to come together
Insure that you won’t be rolled over
Need to be vigilant to preserve hard won rights
Get ready to trump their evil designs


Write Anything Wednesday

 

Worship

Worship I may not
One and only God
Rather I will
Silently make a prayer to
Humanity to stop these
Insane killing wars and let
Peace reign in this world

Worship I will not
On the alter of greed
Religions that teach and
Spread gospels of
Hatred and divisiveness
Insulting others who does not
Pray to their gods

Worship I can not
Only to have doubts
Ruining my life
Strength of my faith
Humble though it may be
I am sure one day
Pull me out of this misery

Worship I will
One that is
Ready to heal and bring a
Stop to the world’s
Hunger, hatred and heinous crimes
Imbibing in everyone’s heart a feeling of
Pride to be at peace with one and all


Write anything Wednesday Oct-19-2016

 

Woods: Week 26 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Where we live, we are surrounded by woods.  I can see majestic redwoods from my backyard. I can drive few miles from my home north, south or west and lose myself in forests of California redwoods.  There are other trees also, many oaks, but majority of these are redwoods.  Looking up at some of them make me wonder how small I am.  Off course, the logging industry and developers, if they had their way, would have taken care of these woods long back .  For the bounty that we enjoy today, my hats off to John Muir, whose vision long back had helped start a movement saving many of these woods for posterity to enjoy.

We do need a rational policy of harnessing our natural resources for the benefit of mankind. That includes taking care of the environment we have inherited.  Only when we preserve and replenish the resources we have, we will be able to leave a world to our children where they will have a life better than us.  If our greed destroys our natural resources, we will leave a desert of a world to our next generation.

On this halfway mark of my fifty two weeks journey with “W”, I therefore dedicate my poem to “Woods”.  I could not think of a better word starting with “W” to celebrate the completion of half of my journey.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-July-27-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Well-being

Well-being and happiness
Endless joyous days and nights
Life a pleasant journey
Lovely state of mind

Beware, all good things come to an end
Eternity is but just a pipe dream
Infuse yourself with goodness and good health
Never be swayed by greed and always run after wealth
Give yourself the gift of a kind and loving heart

Wealthy you may not be, but sense of
Well-being and happiness will follow you around


Week 25 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write anything Wednesday July-20-2016

Well-being or wellbeing, my dear reader, decide you may
While I happily accept both and merrily go my way