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Tag Archives: War

Vicious ways

25 Friday Feb 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 52 Comments

Tags

Avenging, Barbaric, Cruelty, Destruction, Fiction, Fictitious, Friday Flash 55, G-Man, Hatred, Imagination, Lawlessness, Laws of the jungle, Revenge, Savage, Spite, War

Image credits: Elanorellewood@DeviantArt

Once upon a time
There lived a wooden heart
He beat on with a thump
Tough as a stalwart

But time became his foe
Rings revealed his age
His splinters went their way
Brimmed with rampant rage

After many wars
When mildew he had earned,
A match of spite was struck
And heart-o-wood was burned


**Posted for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55… If you’ve got a story to tell in EXACTLY 55 words, I suggest you pay him a visit! 🙂 **

Shaped to disfigure

10 Friday Dec 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 36 Comments

Tags

Blind faith, Devotee, Fanatic, Fanaticism, Follower, Friday Flash 55, From good to bad, Hatred, Inequality, Injustice, Outcry, Religion, War

Image credits - DeviantArt.com

Harmless and tender
Malleable as putty
Innocent victims
Molded to imperfection
Driven into a spitfire

A march towards doom
Rousing the vilest vengeance
Values forsaken
Furious contempt pouring
Froth of hate over the earth

Worshiped with fervor
Like a god too hard to please
In mind’s skeptic eye
Gingerly treading rough paths
Follower or fanatic?


**This Tanka triplet posted for the amazing G-Man’s Friday Flash 55… For more stories in 55 words or less, please do visit him…**

*** Oh, and by the way, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, GALEN!!!!!! 🙂 ***

Bricked in…

12 Monday Jul 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 61 Comments

Tags

Child, Doubtful, Hopeful, Miserable, Results of war, Sad, Trustworthy?, Unknown, War, Who is who?

She sat right there
Hiding behind the table
With tousled hair
Sniffling and pitiable

Open bloody palm
She looked at her cat
That lay dead and calm
On a fine Persian mat

Twas her only family
Now slain by a slug
She sighed wearily
There was no one to hug

She was trembling
I hoped she’d hear me
She didn’t reply
And why ever would she?

How was she to know
That I was not the devil
Ready with a blow
And raring to kill?

How was she to sense
That I too ached and pined
And wished for defence
Just like her tortured mind?

LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

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