Poetic Tour of Eight Capital Sins

Gluttony

Sugar 

Caloric bliss 

Washed down in syrup 

Another chunk 

Another liquid fizz 

Nothing satisfies 

Lingering need for more 

Then crash 

repeat

Pride

The world versus me 

They haven’t got a chance! 

Teflon hero immune 

To cause and others 

Solitary divine 

Right by self-interest

Vainglory

Center attention resides 

Places build up within others 

Written on banner  

Held hands high 

Charging foward 

Little Big Horn awaits

Sadness

If you only know 

Sharing isn’t caring 

Leavening the field 

Dragging you down here 

Blame and hate 

Chains keeping you down

Anger

Enthrallingly distributed 

Across all views 

Problems involving everything 

Excited drawing blood 

Hoping pain caused 

Damage little concern 

Visceral intentions

Control absolutely

Avarice

One more million

One more collection 

Things horridly glorious 

Poor only want nothing

All that shines

All that glitters 

Mine

Acedia

Attention span withers 

Dreams awash vision 

Mind dances fancy thoughts 

Incredible drowse embraces 

My work drifts away 

Soul joins the shadows

Fornication

Flesh dripping taste 

Candys last linger clings 

Forbidden flavor always best 

Touch builds memory 

Desire creating scene 

Fulfilment hopeless 

Repetition guaranteed

A long time ago there were eight capital sins, corrupted souls got lazy and combined aspects of a few. Besides 7 sounds better as deadly sins

Sunday Whirl – Sailing

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Nothing born upon the mean sea carrys.  Poor vessels beams shake. No more than a string of the balloon following the cares of the prick.

Going Home

Waking up in a former bedroom 

Knowing the outline of rooms 

Sounds of doors and floors 

Time changes the world 

perceptions alter the details 

But home is home 

The place you can always visit 

The place dreams started 

It’s trailhead lead many places 

My feet return to a beginning 

My mind clears layers of memories

Some threads still take me back

Wordle 164

Week 164

1. Climb

2. Vague

3. Sadness

4. Perish

5. Pangs

6. Nepenthe (n.)) A drug or drink, or the plant yielding it, mentioned by ancientwriters as having the power to bring forgetfulness of sorrow or trouble. anythinginducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, especially of sorrow ortrouble.)

7. Neolithic

8. Four

9. Offhand

10. Reappear

11. Sallow

12. Abdicate (v)) to renounce or relinquish a throne, right, power, claim,responsibility, or the like, especially in a formal manner )

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.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

Four distinctive hunger pangs reappear in a vague threat that I may perish. Sadness slowly climbs to abdicate these feelings. 

My own physician instincts kick in.  Sallow hands delve into neolithic cures.  Tall glass of nepenthe awaits. 

Written as part of a challenge called Wordle, details available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/wordle-164/

Loss of Face -Sunday Whirl

The skin off my face flees. Scorn brutally digs at what was once me. The need for cream provides no salve. I hold a storm until my inner poet releases the pain.

A Rope

From the trail the old tree looks lopsided.  A solitary branch separated from the green leafy mass to the right. String of biege hangs still upon it.

The afternoon Sun puts a premium on shade.  The old tree makes for a good stop between isles of scrub bush.  The winds that were so free in morning have retreated.  Sound is hiding along with it too.

Under the tree, footprints paint a picture of a tussle.  It appears two or three on one. They circle under a rope tied into circle.  No signs of anyone left here. The cool respite may feel strange but it breaks the heat.  My eyes grew a bit heavy from the ride.  As I’m alone, rest should be about quickly. 

Slumber slips away from me. Dreams stir of people. Strange dark men hunting and calling out. Its a struggle oddly muffled. My eyes open to darkness. 

Arms have me and I lunge forward. They aren’t speaking my language. It feels they are questioning me.  My throat grows tight. My mouth opens but i have no breath to yell.

“Boys, you got the wrong one!” A voice distant rings.  

My mind grows dark.

“Does he look like Gus?” the voice continues.

I fade to black

Grown Cold

Razors edge 

That’s your love 

Handling with care 

Useless as words 

Feeling should be glue 

Not shrapnel or fodder 

There are no openings 

Just hardened glass inside 

Someday never comes to you 

Not as fast as you turn on others 

You can’t take the warmth 

You only chill the world to you.  

Your last moment will pass alone

Far away from those like me

Color Loss – FFAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grand-Sud for our photo prompt!

Teddy surveys his ground.  He stands at the edge of the rainbow world. The shadow of gloom awaits him. The nexis of the color fade crisis lies ahead.

“Solo spots of color dot the landscape. The other world is so dark. Not even leaves for their trees!” his voice filled in disbelief.

His eyes look over dark clothes. His dull tone speaks “Best to fit in. Why they tell that I’ll never know.” 

In a flash he jumps down and descending stairs to the street.

Mr Crayola enters the dark world.  One idea on how tokeep the darkness from wiping out rainbow world.

Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer details available at https://lfffaw-challenge-week-of-july-11-2017/

Summertime

three line tales week 75: two bicycles in front of the ocean

photo by Meghan Yabsley on Unsplash
The two bikes peel decades from my life to when summer was an endless break.
Right here was where the obsession of Jenny started.
She smiled and took over her shirt and jumped into the water, it took me a minute to figure out to follow her. 
#3linetales

Eden Revisited – FfAW

His forked tongue flicks.  Tasting the world.  Looking down upon the many people scattering about like giant ants in concrete and glass hills.

“Look up young man!” Satan:s voice softly sings striking ears like lightning.

“Whoa! You’re a snake! It’s a talking snake! I got to post this.” Reuben snaps a pic. His thumbs open and create viral thread instantly.

“Reuben.  I’ll give you the most beautiful woman. You’ll live like a king.  Just did my bidding. What do you say?” Satan smiles his reptilian best “You know a million followers too!”

“I have 120k now.  60 likes on your pic alone. ” Reuben stares at the screen in his hand.  “There’s a new phone out.  I really don’t want to keep using this 6 month old phone.” 

Satan watches his victim walk off. 

“I thinking that Steve guy was my best find yet.’ Satan snaps his tail and looks for another garden.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Kecia Spartin. Thank you Kecia!

Written as part of a challenge calledFlash Fictionfor the Aspiring Writer, detailsavailable at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/07/03/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-4-2017-2/