Son of the Hills, Look to the Hills

For Sunday Scribblings' prompt #276 Captivate

Son of the Hills, look to the hills,

For they know the dirges of the orphaned monkeys

And hunted hyraxes; sorrow to them is not new

Yet, times without fail, their peaks stand aloft

Roots of eroded stunted trees claw at the boulders

As the winds hoarsely whisper to caves, the tales of the hills

Are told, of its majesties; forget not of this, Son of the Hills.

Come Back, My Bull

For Sunday Scribblings prompt #279 Distant

Come back, my bull,

I wake up every morning

And stand at the homestead

Hoping I will see you coming

With an arrow in your hands

And bravery in your footsteps

Come back, my bull,

My heart is getting cold

I need you in my arms again

Its been many moons now

Come back, my bull

Standing Ovation

For a prompt of  Sunday Scribblings # 278 Standing Ovation

The up-coming comedian

Hit up his punch-line, lingered around

For a standing ovation

None was forthcoming

So, as a trick, he ventured:

“ Let us be on our feet,

We need to pray for the comedy industry

Because ovation is like a vocation

You reflect before acting”

In Pursuit of Happiness

For a prompt of Sunday Scribblings #279 Pleasure 

Have you ever felt that tickling sensation on your feet

And felt like to scratch it but just sat idly?

Have you heard your stomach rumble

In a meeting, and all you did was to shuffle your feet?

Have you rubbed a feather inside your ears

Softly, ever so softly and closed your eyes in pleasure?

Have you felt so hungry

And suddenly gate-crushed into a barbecue party?

Have you listened to the best music

And all you could do was to tap your feet and drone along?

Have you  laid your hands on a legal thriller

Flipped pages over and over, forgetting to lock your door?

Have you been tickled by the character of your novel

And all you did was to laugh again and again like a man possessed?

Have you felt so lazy

And all you did was to keep your eyes open to save on your energy?

Have you once felt so stupid that it made you happy

Looking at yourself in the mirror and gave it a firm handshake?

Have you walked in the streets and felt like

Your phone had  been stolen, then felt it and smiled?

Have you felt good reading the last line of a boring book

And believed that you had read the book?

He

 From a prompt #280 Sunday Scribblings Forward

He always postulated that a time will come

When by rubbing against heads, thoughts could be shared

He wrote in his book

That the world would be ruled by dangerous fools

He warned that man will destroy himself

In search of perfection and going all high-tech

He warned, he postulated, he theorized

And trapped in his stubble was a conviction

That surprised many

May be he was right

May be he was wrong

Procrastinated decisions

I really wanted to write a dark poem

Of jutting eye sockets and running ghosts

But hey, dark eluded me

And so I wrote of the majesty

Of the sun that lights up dazed souls

Reminding them of the night

That was, I reminded man

Of his fellows wearing clashing colours

I find humour in such

And the occasional drunk upon being

 Stranded at cross-roads sleeps there

Till early morn, procrastinated decisions

But hey that is a stroke of genius!

C) Lorot Salem 2011

#  For Sunday Scribblings prompt #264 Shine