General

Mass of people crossing the road

Grey clouds, trenches built, river flowed

Rejecting what we’ve done to earth

Pollution, suffering and birth

Killing nature purely for profit not regal

Not thinking of the future and mass of people

Forgive us for what we have done

Hatred and war not so much fun

Search for the next generation

Different colours of the nation

A lot of important issues need to discuss

For being irresponsible please forgive us*

(c) ladyleemanila 2022

The Wrapped Refrain, created byJan Turner, consists of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each; Meter:8,8,8,8,12,12and Rhyme Scheme:a,a,b,b,c,c.

Refrain rule: In each stanza the first 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) at the end of the last line. This is what wraps each stanza with a repeated refrain …thus, the…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #227

Prompt- #227

The image given above is your prompt for the week. Write whatever comes to mind.

COMMUTERS

Life of commuters

Three fourth of life spent on the road

Home sweet home awaits

standing in a corridor

just too many feet

ebb flows with humanity

no elemental beat

cross contamination

no notes neatly on a scale

standing in obscurity

life colourless and pale

shadows move around me

where do they all go

dissonant, yes empty

I stand before all woe

Prompt from Reen’a Exploration

The image given above is your prompt for the week. Write whatever comes to mind.

In the sea of humanity 

Milling around like directionless molecules, 
We each try to find our identity, our place
Realizing our insignificance, yet knowing our uniqueness 
Each of us is cognizant of our importance, real or imagined
Like tiny ants we go about purposefully on our missions 

Are we, each of us

Are making any difference?

Or are we deluding ourselves 
That we are doing something worthwhile?

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Written for RXC PROMPT #227, hosted by Reena

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Drowning

i am in the middle of a sea of crowd
drenched in my own thoughts
i fell in the stream of unjustifiable tension
and got competely deluged
its taking over all the best in me
its getting over my nerve.

i searched for a hand to take me out
of an engulfing ocean of oblivion
but i can’t seem to keep a hold of my grip
the harder i try the easier i falter.

i can’t breathe i am suffocated
i need to let go but letting go
would mean total drowning and
would mean completely losing myself.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #227

stars zoom across sky
shooting for cosmic movie
~ other side of town


black night to my square
sign flashing on things to do
~ hold on to your breath

Saturday morning
dream-filled eyes not open yet 
~ dewdrops for breakfast

Mindfills for Reena’s exploration challenge 227, Sadje’s wdys exhale , Eugi’s weekly prompt – dewdrops, Poetic Bloomings – the end of a hard week, Cee’s FOTD

Computer code travelling across the internet like a crowd of tourists, surging towards the next data. A series of zeros and ones. Each travelling in a different direction. Where are they going? What search will it be next? Has a writer suddenly got a new idea? Whatever the question, the internet can search it all.

Back to the beginning, when code was invented, and the first computer needed a room all to itself. Now, compact, in a mobile so small, anyone from the past would wonder how the information got there.

Jump into the shadow, and back into the light. Every thing happening in the world at the touch of a keyboard. Typing more natural than speaking to another person. Information overload. One word, one line, one paragraph – writing a story for which there is no end.