The matter of money

For those with less of it

In the matter of money

There is a wide chasm

Between the head and the heart

Difficult to bridge

By logic

Heart wins at a cost

Of pockets lightened

As the pocket gets lighter

Heart gets heavier

And head weeps lonely

Everything is not fair

In the matter of money

Blood on their Hands

Behind the hearty laughter
Lurked depression sinister
As everyone looks for an answer
After the terrible disaster
What were the missed signs
Was this part of a design
There would be a moment of silence
As authorities practice the ritual dance
Debating where to put the blame
As if this one, like others, just a game
Do not blame the weapons, it’s the person
Weapons are fine, even in hands of little one
They need to learn how to shoot a gun
Hunting deer or duck with AR15 is fun
Looking for a way to curb automatic weapons
Stooges and lackeys are afraid of NRA’s venom
Lip service aplenty they will provide
As another group of kids lose their lives
All hail to second amendment, constitution is sacrosanct
Money talks, as politicians hide with blood on their hands

WRITESPIRATION COMPETITION #118 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 22 – Super-Bad Villains!

He promised the people the earth and the moon
He was pompous though he did not look like a goon
He could talk trash with the worst of them all
No good people could tolerate his trashy drawl
He won’t divulge the source of his money
Always boasted how smart he was and how brainy
Everyone of his competitors hated his brashness
They will shout to the high heavens “My goodness”
None of the competitors liked to be in the same podium
They said that he was uncouth and did not have any decorum
He could not speak a single complete sentence that made sense
Little did he care as long as he can hoodwink people, making them dance
Twitter was his medium as it suited him well
Followers lapped up his words, their ranks did swell
His boat nearly sank when words leaked out of his dirty talk
All his good followers stood behind him like a rock
Faith and religion be damned as long as we have our own
In people’s house so that the our good justices can be sworn
Manipulating and colluding, bamboozling to the best of his ability
Vanquished everybody, made mockery of democracy
“Fake news” and “covfefe” will be his lasting legacy


Writerspiration Competion #118

Write

Write for whom I ask
Readers, do they really care
Immensely immersed in imbued imagination
Thoughts transcending timeless travel towards
Eternity, endlessly do I create

Write for my own pleasure
Regaling hopefully all my readers
In you I find my redemption
To all of you there
Ever gratefully send my love

Write with purpose I don’t
Ready to admit my fault
Inside me always a turmoil
Thinking if readers will like
Even little of I write

Writing is not for glory
Rather inconspicuous that I am
Inflated ego I don’t have
Tremble even thinking of that
Enlightenment is all I seek

Writing is not for money
Really the pleasure is mine
In writing I find freedom
Totally selfish, yes I am
End of story, or poem


Write anything Wednesday Aug-17-2016

Why I Write:Week Twenty Nine of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Of late I have questioned myself why do I write. I have seen a few other bloggers asking similar question. I first started writing when I was in high school, in my ninth and tenth grades.  Then for long time, except writing class notes and exams and occasional letters ( yes, we used to write letters by hand) to family members, I did not write anything else. All those applications and resumes for job interviews do not count.  I did not even write a single letter to the editor of the local newspapers.  Oh, that other kind of letters that some of us used to write in fancy pink papers in their youth, I never had the good fortune to write any of those.

What motivated me to write after a long hiatus, I cannot exactly pin point. Most probably the urge was always there, dormant. Once I started, I am finding it difficult to stop.  Technology helped.  The ability to access WordPress and Evernote apps on mobile phones definitely helped. It still does not explain why do I write.  Certainly it is not for fame, nor for money.  I have no illusion that I am going to earn any from my writing. So why do I write?

I think writing gives me a freedom that I have not experienced before.  It has given me a freedom to express myself without shouting, without disturbing others.  Words and ideas that normally would have been fermenting inside now have a medium to express themselves freely.  Online blogger friends that I have made are icing on the cake. If my writing makes even one person smile a day, I feel myself fortunate. What more can I ask.

So for today, on week twenty nine of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I dedicate my poem to “Writing”.  Dear readers, I hope you would be able to figure out from the poem why I write.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-17-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Life of a Teacher

This poem started as my comment on Ritu’s (ButISmileAnyway)post ,The Life of a Teacher. I decided to modify, expand and post it on my blog. Ritu, I hope you won’t mind.

Life of a teacher
It’s difficult to define
A profession very fine
Daily riding a roller coaster

Not that of a preacher
Not a father nor mother
May be an elder
Brother or sister

A friend, perhaps
Guide and a philosopher
Moulding and shaping lives
Like a dedicated sculptor

Hope none turns out to be tyrant
Dooming young lives forever to a prison
Patience is a virtue
For teachers it’s so true

Good teacher’s influence never ends
Lessons learnt form a lifelong bond
Good times or bad or times of distress
Those lessons learnt one can always depend

If money is all you crave
Money is the means to an end
Then to be a teacher
You must be very brave

Life of a teacher,
Challenging, yes
Dull, never

A Milestone : 200 Posts

When I thought about writing something for today’s Saturday Six Minute Challenge, I did not have anything specific in mind. Before this post, I already posted two items today, one poem(Defective Medium Called Religion) and one limerick (The Brothers Dream), and those took definitely more than six minutes to write. I must have fulfilled the requirements of the six minute challenge by that time. As soon as I posted the limerick, I got updated by WordPress that I have made my 200th posts to my blog.  Wow! I have not been keeping track of my stats for few weeks, being awfully busy at work.  So it came as a pleasant surprise.  I started blogging from Dec 15, 2015.  I am assuming this must be good progress.  I will take quality over quantity anytime, except when it is a matter of money. Regarding money, if I win a mega-million or powerball lottery, I will  take as much money as those lotteries will give. Or whenever I visit Las Vegas or Reno, I will take as much as those one eyed bandits will spill out. But till now I am only giving to them.  Even in case of money, I do have some standards. I will stay away from all those hollywood glorified stories of blood money.  But I digress. You, my dear readers, are the ones to judge the quality of my writing.  I do crave for your comments, both positive or negative but constructive. Positive, for those few minutes of high that this teetotaler experiences from those likes and comments.  Negative but constructive to ensure that I can better myself to have more of those high moments.

Phew! I must have done more than my six minutes even excluding the pizza break. Wishing you all a very nice and happy weekend, here is to my 20oth post.

200 post

 


SaturdaySixMinuteChallenge sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Week 5 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Last week in my post for Week 4, I had mentioned that I may not have good internet connection during my travel and it proved to be true.  I wish that I have written my  blog and poem before and scheduled it for posting on Wednesday for Write Anything Wednesday.  Ah, wishes!  If wishes would have been horses….  Wait, I already have three words staring with the letter W for my poem.  Wishes, would, wait, oh and two more, words and with. Though I am not happy about being delinquent, I am happy that now I have a treasure chest of words to choose from.  Why be sad? Does not they say that if the world has given you a lemon, go sell it to others and make some money.  I, not being a good used car salesman, will leave that to the experts and confine myself to writing poem.  First I have to choose a word starting with the letter W and for week 5 I chose “WISH”.  Wish I could make some money from this lemon.


Write Anything Wednesday March 2, 2016

Money

Money and life is analogous to lubricant and automobile.

I was waiting for assignment 5 for Blogging 101 to arrive and then I suddenly realized, if Time is money, I am wasting my money.  I became sad and depressed.  A small voice inside me started chirping.  Must be the effect of wasting all those minutes looking at the beautiful blog post of the visiting birds by our fellow bloggmate, Randall Krzak.  The small voice was saying, time is money but money can’t buy you happiness.  Yes, happiness.  Immediately I became happy again.  Then I became thinking about money again.  What is about money that makes us slave to it?  I think money is the lubricant that keeps our life moving smoothly.  Like an automobile to run smoothly, we need oil (lubricant).  Without that the car engine will break down midway through the drive.  But where is the oil?  Out of sight and out of mind.  Most essential but not being flaunted outside.  Oil does not make the auto look beautiful.  There are many other components that must mesh well to produce the beauty that is a eye candy to behold and becomes the ultimate driving machine.  In life also, we need money to keep running our life smoothly.  But it can not be everything. We need other things in life to make us happy, including spending time with our bloggmates in cyberspace sometimes.

That does not mean winning the record powerball lotto on Saturday will not make me happy, the thought of winning itself is making me salivate.  If I win I will hire somebody to type for me.