The Blame game-

The Blame game-

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It reaches a point,
Where it does need to flow;
But we bottle and lock up,
Restraining it’s zone;
And life keeps hinting at us,
To go with right, the rest- ignore;
But man is picky and choosy,
we go with what we want.

We think desires and needs,
Are two colors on a bee;
And wants are part of necessities,
Which must be fulfilled;
So dusk departs while day arrives,
We find our lives at standstill;
And blame the rest of the universe,
Remaining sin-free.

The things made so easy,
Yet we burden ourselves;
Beyond means of living,
we always crave what other’s got;
And when the tears come running,
We bottle up; throw the lock;
Staying stuck in the cycle-
We blame the world,
And progress not.
Forgetting life’s tough enough,
Without the extra burdening.

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Limerick: Once Upon a Journey

Limerick: Once Upon a Journey

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I journeyed towards the top of a hill,
And met a Man tilted at its brink;
He looked distraught,
He stood, head first-
I stumbled upon a man looking for peace.

I once journeyed towards a man in need-
Of a wanderer to talk to, a soul to speak;
Till the sun arose,
We exchanged tales of old;
A wanderer and stranger once met at a hill.


Writing201 Assignment 2: Write a “Limerick” which is a poetic style consisting of 5 lines in a-a-b-b-a scheme using the prompt, “Journey”.   IMAGE CREDIT

Before The Light becomes blurred-

Before The Light becomes blurred-

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A time will come,
When we’ll fade away-
Ashes to dust;
Bones to soil;
The sun will set,
Lands will be bare;
The earth will shake,
And man will fade.

It’s inevitable,
The collapse of our sun;
Till then all we’ve got,
Is it’s rising at dawn;
The chance to use up,
This light and it’s glow-
Do good; be good
Before the light becomes blurred.

The Cruelties Of Man

The Cruelties Of Man

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It kills me, a little bit at a time-
The cruelties of this world;
The cruelties of man;
The harshness we ooze forth.

We judge a man by his color-
His tribe, where he’s from;
He’s wealth and all his worth;
The Lord he worships at dawn.

And the heart beneath his hide of skin-
Isn’t enough to save him from
the wrath employed by man;
such is the injustice of this world.
And it kills me… A little bit at a time.