The choice

 

 

That charming blatherskite sold this addictive nostrum

Concave paper bundles

Mere ephemera, just good enough to trap us

Mindless eccentric euphoria

We struggle to accept our fates, but it makes us invincible

Ignites our souls, but fails to notify our brains

Infinite possibilities, but really only a few:

Kick and scream, or let rigor mortis set in

Careless episodic waves.

 

This poem has been written in response to Wordle #102 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie. Words given were as follows:

 

1.Struggle

2. Blatherskite (a person given to voluble, empty talk. nonsense; blather.)

3. Ephemera (anything short-lived or ephemeral. ephemera, items designed to be useful orimportant for only a short time, especially pamphlets, notices, tickets, etc.)

4. Careless

5. Addictive

6. Nostrum (a medicine sold with false or exaggerated claims and with no demonstrablevalue; quack medicine. a scheme, theory, device, etc., especially one to remedy socialor political ills; panacea. a medicine made by the person who recommends it. a patentmedicine.)

7. Terminate

8. Rigor Mortis

9. Notify

10. Decide

11. Concave

12. Episodic

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

 

Craving for boredom

A solitary prisoner, but with a purpose

Days passing by, aware of every second

Prayers rise and fall, firm yet yielding

This journey. surely a tough one after all

Restless nights confused by vivid dreams

Hyper paranoid each time this old body creaks

Thankful for every moment of normalcy

Never craved for boredom more than this.

Better

Can two situations that begin the same

Have different outcomes or a similar end

Nobody has the answers except the one above-

He’s not saying a thing, till the right time comes

Hope is a tricky thing, sometimes its like fine sand

Slipping through your fingers, the more you close your hand

We are but mere specks in this universe, our troubles even smaller

But each time we selfishly wish, that maybe this time, it’ll be better.

(If not, please God, make me stronger)

Not all black and white

Within black and white we search

A hundred and one shades of grey

Measure, evaluate, probe and estimate

The possibilities of what is and what may

Sometimes you need to believe without seeing

Jump when that rope seems too short to hold

Even faith as much as the tiniest mustard seed

Could weave infinite rainbows in those cloudy skies.

 

Twelve Stars

Twelve stars converged that night

A breathtaking constellation

Daisies blooming in the inky sky

Pristine white, eternal light

Behold this beauty in the palm of your hand

Mesmerised, stand at the precipice of life

A grateful heart overflows destiny’s wine

Everything has changed, but still remains the same

Each moment, testimony, of your precious name.

 

Liquid Ruby

Reaching under her tucked up sleeves

I tap and palpate, trying to track

The vein I need to puncture desperately

I trace it with my nails

Like some drug addicted fanatic

Who can’t wait for the next high

Throwing her head back, she closes her eyes

Grimacing with the dread of weary anticipation

I maintain the facade of nervous apathy.

The aperture of my needle slips through

Despite the lack of confidence, jittery hands

I feel the soft resistance of spirit soaked skin.

Tourniquet as tight as a whalebone corset,

Blood flows thickly, filling the clear syringe.

My chest swells with empyreal pride

Of a blood crow that discovers the purest liquid ruby

Pooling beneath the rubble of a tortuous battlefield

I wipe the sweat of relief from my brow

Every doctor must have a first time after all.

 

 

 

liquidruby

 

Dear Readers,

Its prompt time again! 🙂 Here’s my response to Wordle #88 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie

Here are the words we were given:

1.Vein

2. Track

3. Throw

4. Fanatic

5. Bloodcrow (a person who scavenges battlefields for treasure)

6. Nails

7. Reach

8. Aperture (an opening, as a hole, slit, crack, gap, etc.)

9. Apathy

10. Dread

11. Whalebone (an elastic, horny substance growing in place of teeth in the upper jaw ofcertain whales, and forming a series of thin, parallel plates on each side of the palate; a thin strip of this substance, for stiffening a corset.)

12. Empyreal (pertaining to the sky; celestial: empyreal blue, pertaining to the highest heaven in the cosmology of the ancients. Formed of pure fire or light: empyreal radiance.)

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

Thanks for reading everyone 🙂

Vita e Morte

Dear Readers,

This is my response to Bonus Wordle #2 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie. I went to a really dark place with this write. This is purely a fictional piece, I do not intend to offend anyone. This poem has some graphic themes, please look away if you are under aged.

Here are the words we were given (many words in different languages and a few english words that are not in standard dictionaries)

 

  1. Gnarler (via Yves) A little dog that by his barking alerts his people that there is a burglar inside the house.
  2. Chirping Merry (via Yves) Exhilarated with liquor.
  3. Jabber (via Yves) To talk thick and fast, sometimes to speak in a foreign tongue
  4. Gregorian Tree (via Yves) The gallows.
  5. Honey-peeler (via Yves) A person who manipulates through seduction. Honey-peel is the act of manipulation through seduction
  6. Lentamente (via Bastet) Italian for slowly.
  7. Muore (via Bastet) Italian for dies.
  8. Makisig (via Ladylee) Filipino for handsome.
  9. Malakas (via Ladylee) Filipino for powerful or strong.
  10.  Lazulitopian (via J Lapis) “One who resides in a mental world of blue perfection; flourishing at optimal emotional, spiritual rest when surrounded, submerged in blue—all shades, all day and indigo night.”
  11.  Moje Dziecko (via Pat) Polish for “My Baby”
  12. Nudnik (via Cressida) Yiddish for a pestering, nagging, or irritating person; a bore.

Few Italian words that are in the title of the poem and in the poem itself:

Morto – Dead

Vita e Morte – Life and death

(Hope those are right, I used google translate. Please excuse me if its not correct)

 

When was the last time I heard it

“Moje Dziecko,” whispered

A gentle caress of my soft forehead

My mother, a pale ghost in a tattered nightgown

She tried so hard, but a frail body deceived her

Yellow hair falling out in clumps

Hollow eyes blinking back tears

My Nudnik of a “father” was of no help

Blamed her for her illness, blamed me for existing.

I close my eyes to make memories disappear

Poverty and hunger led my way after “father” left

I cringe at the mirror at my lack of dress for the night

Blue bustier, blue fish nets, blue eyes.. not much else

The customer is some sort of Lazulitopian freak show

Money means commands and instructions to follow.

They’re all different, but pretty much the same

Some just want to get in and out, so to speak

Guilty and squeamish, they can’t look at my face

Jabber endlessly about their hopeless lives (or wives)

Need to be chirping merry to get a decent rise.

So many sadists, I try to steer clear of those

Cigarette butts, handcuffs and things I  hate to think of

They call me a honey-peeler,try to slap me around

The buzz of my taser usually calms them down

My Filipino colleague calls me Malakas

But there’s no other way to live this life.

Once, just once, there was a man

Makisig and intent, he would come by over and over

I told him to stop, showed him my scars to scare him

But he was unrelenting, his touch sent me spinning:

He used the word love.

The promises he made, I started to believe them

With time, I told him that my battered heart was his, forever.

Well, I didn’t see that gnarler again, not ever.

He was the third kind of client, little did stupid me know

The kind that wants to believe its real, like we have a chance

They’ll zip up and be gone when they’ve got you in their trance

My Polish, devout mother, I inherited her eyes and that was all

I’m sure she doesn’t look down at me from heaven any more

Only Hell’s Gregorian Tree awaits a whore like me

Under the weight of my sins, the noose tightening

Lentamente.. Muore.. Morto.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Incarnation

Wavy black hair, kohl-lined eyes like chocolate wells

A crown of pink frangipani adorns her sweet head

“Sayang,” he utters, his wet tongue thrilling her ear

Maganda: she’s one with her body and spirit here

The salty sea crashes to shore as though figimaled

Teekva hues of sunset lights up the fading horizon

Lone crabs skuddle across, disappearing into dark hollows

Leaving traces of their existence, mere scribbles in the sand

Folded together, cagestruck lovers, reminisce their aarambham

Memories they can’t agree upon, maybe they don’t matter now

She asks if he loves her, his lips, her sole appraisal:

The start doesn’t count like the avasaanam: inevitable.

Giggling at being seen canoodling, by that shiprighteous cruiseliner

He answers nature’s call in nature, giving rise to peals of laughter

Darling ardle, she teases, tickling that spot on his shoulder.

Darkness sets, and the mood shifts, to the other end of the dial

Looking at each other, under the moon, in an eerie, haunted silence

You see, every couple gets a few hours together, in their own personal heaven

Before they transcend this transient realm into the phase of punarjanmam

“Find me, please,” she quietly whispers

“Will you remember me,” he asks

Before they know it, dawn breaks through

This moment too, has passed.

Dear Readers,

This my attempt at a bonus Wordle by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.

The genius of this prompt is that, it has been constructed using words that were contributed (either made up or from a vernacular language) by other writers/poets. It is a wonderful set of words and I’m extremely proud to see my own contributions here (3 words in Malayalam).

I am a few weeks late to this prompt, so I had the wonderful opportunity to read the other responses and could literally feel my heart swell with pride every time I saw my words being used.

Here are the words for the prompt:

  1. Cagestruck (via Yves) to be clueless of the customs, dialect/language/slang, and haunts of an unfamiliar city.
  2. Ardle (via Michael) a person who urinates whenever and wherever the mood strikes them.
  3. Shiprighteous (via KO) A smugly moralistic ship.
  4. Figimaled (via Jules) Primarily Farklempt; distressed, confused, annoyed, dismayed.
  5. Aarambham (via Two Paise Poems) Malayalam for the beginning.
  6. Avasaanam (via Two Paise Poems) Malayalam for the end.
  7. Punarjanmam (via Two Paise Poems) Malayalam for rebirth or reincarnation.
  8. Teekva (via a darkened house) Russian for a pumpkin.
  9. Skuddling (via a darkened house) side-ways, skitterish motion
  10. Maganda (via Ladyleemanila) Filipino word for beauty, refers to the beauty of both form and spirit.
  11. Sayang (via Hank) Malay/Indonesian word referring to a loved one. Also used to express one’s affectionate feelings to a lady – whispered softly while nibbling the ear lobe.
  12. Appraisal (via Ranted Crow); The act or result of judging the worth or value of something or someone.

Use atleast 10 of the words to create a story or a poem.

Hope you all enjoyed it.. and a very special and sincere thanks to Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.

 

Ashes

I tug at the necklace that hangs like a noose

Twisting and untwisting the strands between

As though gathering strength from within

Like an amateur acrobat on a deadly trapeze

It’s Lapis Lazuli, he had said with a grin

Tying it around my soft bulky neck

The beads, like your eyes, the deepest blue

With those gold streaks that glowed when you were sad

Mawkish and uncomfortable, I try not to balk

The smell of brimstone piercing my nostrils

I can’t bear to see him, I can’t bear to look away

I imagine all the blood that’s left his body, leaving only serum

He’d enabled me to perform his last rites

Much to the chagrin of his conniving ex-wife

He hadn’t wanted a coffin lowered down by unsteady hands

No ringside spectators examining his obsolescence

Ashes to ashes, he said, not dust to dust

By the coast of Cyprus, where we first met

He wished to lay in peace in that black earth.

On that last day, he held my hand tight

Those navy eyes moist, golden flecks sparked

He said “Darling, fate’s been cruel this time around,”

“But I will wait for you to find me, in my next life”

Dear Readers,

I’m catching up on all the cool Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie word prompts that I missed in the previous weeks. Here is my response to Wordle #86

The prompt words were as follows:

1.Cyprus

2. Ringside

3. Lapis Lazuli

4. Brimstone

5. Coffin

6. Hands

7. Acrobat

8. Strength

9. Mawkish (characterized by sickly sentimentality; weakly emotional; maudlin. Having amildly sickening flavor; slightly nauseating.)

10. Serum

11. Obsolescence (the state, process, or condition of being or becoming obsolete.)

12. Enable

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem (these are hard!)

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

 

Thanks for reading 🙂