spilledwoords
– Spilling everyday experiences with words –
Tag: Short story & Flash Fiction
I hold no gun ….
I hold no gun or cannon,tho’ its pointed nozzleis deadly – more lethal.Its din echoing the human speechlays conquest tyrants n’ emperors,liberating captives n’ frozen minds.It challenges the authority of regimesn’ the ignorance of religion n’ tradition.I hold no gun or cannon,but a pen.… Continue Reading “I hold no gun ….”
…A KINDLY DEED
I was his stepson, not his son and yet Though things were none too easy, I regret That I did little for the one who brought Me up. When, at the end, he sought To put off death’s approach, it was for me. So… Continue Reading “…A KINDLY DEED”
Muse
O Muse! Fill me with love and care award me your insight without err lead me to your treasures, which I humbly sought that more songs I’d then be taught by sheddin’ your fair voice to this feeble song. Take me to places where… Continue Reading “Muse”
Be Merry
Come! Fill my heart with glee, my lungs with Laughter’s mirth. Let’s be merry while we may Life’s a farthin’, our labour vain Man’s dust – a makin’ of clay. An hour’s span he has to live, till his grave opens to worms’ dine.… Continue Reading “Be Merry”
My Nib
My nib is incensed my fingers eloquent; they never sleep all they do is sweat. They shout what Autocracy calls forbidden values They limn what speech censors tag unapologetically dirty thoughts, since they must decipher at shut doors the secret codes of a treacherous… Continue Reading “My Nib”
I Love You
I I recall your soft lips’ touch on mine its sweet tongue and pleasures given. This I couldn’t resist but relish still as I write this verse I can’t say – “I love you”. II Those fancy words can hardly tell what my half-ripe… Continue Reading “I Love You”
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