their cries are haunting me i wish i could filter out or at least dim the torment of the wailing of those not yet pronounced dead hopefully soon shrieks reduced to whimpers then silence on hallow’s eve
Kids are naive, there is no filter on either their words or thoughts. But as they grow up, they are taught to put filters on their words. They may think things but they should not say what ever is on their minds.
We program our children like we were programmed. Think before you speak is one of the advice frequently given to us and then given by us to the young ones.
Is it right though?
Are we teaching hypocrisy to our kids? We may not like someone but we have to keep our feelings hidden to not offend them. If we blurt out the truth by mistake, we end up in hot water.
Growing up changes us. We lose the naivety and innocence of our childhood and learn tact. We learn to be diplomatic and filter our words before uttering them. We learn that being polite is more important…
Welcome back! PROMPT #204 It's a word prompt this week. FILTER There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, vulgar or something that hurts common sensibilities will not … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #204
Mom speaking in an event - “Alphabets becomes words and then emotions, pigments become vibrancy of art. Threads convert yarn to apparel, and innate personality traits become grace.” Son’s silent response - “Yeah, personality … do you see splinters of your barbed comments piercing my psyche?” Mom’s speech continues, “Treatment of the raw material matters, … Continue reading Contradiction
The family is known for its rich culinary heritage. They enjoy entertaining and experimenting with cuisines. The daughter-in-law is unable to digest the fact that one needs more than bread, butter, jam, ketchup and milk to survive. Life moves on with the help of expert domestic staff. “My Mom never cooked more than this…” she … Continue reading Benchmarks
You are lost if not held up by others You fear finding yourself in my poetry It may reveal a soul hiding behind mirrors skilfully covered with stains on my attire -scars of blame for being happy with myself for being lost in my own world You feel threatened by your own inadequacy by your … Continue reading Lost and found in sludge
Found Poem Somewhere there the flash of short-term memory waiting to speak to fill in empty space with name, date, trivia, punch line. holding the shadow of life to go on hundred times a day. I greet my neighbour, who smiles looking for some clue, anything to break the spell of disappointments in long-term memory … Continue reading Found Poetry
One day, the house of the owner of Rooster and Kitty(a female cat) smells like mistress is cooking something delicious.
While playing, Rooster asks Kitty to peek through the kitchen window. Kitty climbs on Rooster’s body and peeks into the kitchen, where she sees Rooster’s wife’s wings in the kitchen. After glancing around, when she sees chicken and potatoes being cooked in a pot, Kitty immediately recognizes what the mistress is cooking.
Rooster’s eyes darken because his wife had just laid nine eggs and his plan was to give life to all nine eggs. She was going to sit on eggs, but something different happened here.
Another bad thing happens, the owner thinks of making mixed fried rice as a guest will come to the house.The mistress picks up an egg, and when she touches it, the egg becomes frightened.
The one who is stupid becomes overwhelmed, when he sees…