Chaucerian Poetry

The Portrait of the Killer

Cold, blue calculating eyes had he,
Expressionless face, not easy to read,

Contract Killer, fast as lightning was he,
A dark, stalking ghoul stealing life from thee,

A killer, with cropped, smooth, spiky black hair,
His victims, he will stealthily ensnare,

Well toned arms, strong muscles bulging out,
No matter what happened, he’d never freakout,

A fine black blazer with a crisp white shirt,
Stylish silk ties, his talk, always curt,

A man not to be messed with, dealt with,
It feels he has come straight out of a myth,

He grabs his gun, and takes his position,
Sniping his target with perfect precision,

His parents died in a terrorist attack,
Now he tells a story, that takes us aback.

 

The Killer’s Story

Rykov was, by profession, a hitman,
Hired to kill Dan, a certain businessman,

Dan was a scammer, cruel and corrupt,
If his scams failed, his anger would erupt,

He took money, saying he would invest it,
Through his fake mutual fund groups, not legit,

He scammed the rich, made them live on the roadside,
Bankrupted the poor, made many suicide,

Dan had filthy, oily and thin black hair,
His teeth stained, long awaiting repair,

Rykov stalked Dan, memorized his circuit,
He once saw Dan pick a stranger’s pocket,

Rykov sniped Dan in the heart, killed instantly,
He called his client, demanded his bounty,

Now tell me, really, truthfully, honestly,
He was right, killing this sinner, wasn’t he?

Respect

Money in our cities, money in our towns.

Money everywhere, it’s bringing us down.

All these corporate clowns…

 

Exploiting nature reserves for fresh printed cash,

They cut down nature with a bash.

They say for money they strive,

But shouldn’t we be content and thrive?

We know these plants are alive!

Killing animals is their occupation,

They turn the creatures into decoration,

Burning down trees for a living,

Yet they pray for nature at Thanksgiving?

Respecting the world is our duty,

We must bring back it’s beauty.

We can’t postpone this much longer,

We have to get stronger,

And clear this huge mess –

A stain on nature’s special dress.

The Victim

It was a wild, dark, stormy night. But no rain could penetrate through the thick canopy; nor could the moonlight. Not even satallite rays could go through. For that reason, no one could see what was happening in the jungle. No one dared to go in, the jungle was too big and had many poisonous insects. This became the perfect training ground for Lioness.

Lioness was an agency which did mainly two things – smuggle all sorts of goods through countries, and assassinate people. Anything you wanted from cocaine to plastic explosives was sold by Lioness. They were brutal and leathal, and only wanted one thing: money. They had recently blown up a powerplant somewhere as a training drill. They didn’t care how many people they killed, how much harm they caused, as long as they got the money. “Give us the money, we’ll do what you want!” General Alberol had once said.

Blam! Blam! Blam! A chirping of birds came from the heart of the forest, then stopped. A young boy, only 9 years old, had shot his first target with a foreign made AK-47. He was another victim of the Lioness’s ‘youth training’ program. He was exploited from his family when he was only two years old. The boy was told that pistols were toys and killing people was a game. Anyone put through the Lioness’s ‘youth training’ would not lose a night’s sleep over firing a real bullet into live flesh and bone. “This is the best toy in the world!” The boy had said, when he was six, while firing a hundred bullets into the jungle, killing hundreds of animals.

The victim was ready, to claim victims. It was wild, dark, stormy …

The Jump

A gush of breeze blew past me as I stood, atop a diving board. Six meters under my feet was the icy, cold Green Lake. As I took in my surroundings, my fear of heights kicked in. I could hear the splash of other people diving. The occasional chirping of birds. I could feel the water running down my skin.

I inched forward. I looked down. All I could see was the shimmering water. My heart was pounding concrete. I could almost feel the little pulses of energy racing up and down my body. My eyes were closed, my knees bent, my heart pounding away. My feet left the diving board. My body was airborne…

I went slightly up, and then came plummeting down like a bullet. Those five seconds I was airborne, were the longest five seconds I have experienced in my life. It felt like I was watching a ‘super slow motion’ video. The adrenaline was rushing through my body. I was coming down straight.

After what seemed like an eternity, my two toes touched the water. I came crashing down into the lake, at full speed and went deep down. My lungs felt like they were going to explode from the sudden change in pressure. I could hear nothing, only gurgling sounds. I could see nothing, only the greenish water.

I slowly bobbed up to the surface, with a huge grin on my face. I quickly swam back to the platform, where my dad was waiting for me. I felt great, not only because I had jumped, but because I had overcome a challenge.

I quickly ran to the queue and waited for my turn again. I could not believe that I had spent so much time convincing myself to jump – it was so fun. The time I had wasted, up there on the diving board, I could have enjoyed the jump multiple times.

Earlier that day, I had wanted to go kayaking. We stood in the queue for ten minutes and decided it was not worthwhile. We had also never swum in Green Lake before, so my dad persuaded me. We seized the opportunity and got into the water. If it was not for the wait or for my dad, I would never have been able to overcome my fear of heights.

That jump changed me forever. Whenever I feel scared to do something, I think about how I persevered in this incident and it always reassures me that everything will be fine.

Now, whenever I go back to Green Lake, I will always make that jump. After all, that may have been the most important leap in my life.

100wc#16 Season 3 – The last ‘Baaa’

It stalked its prey. It crept up behind the sheep. It sauntered just a few feet behind its evening meal. The sheep was oblivious. He just grazed the grass he came upon. The sheep never found out the truth – who killed it, why it killed him. One moment it was there, the next it was gone; no life could have been left in it after the tiger ripped it apart. The sheep didn’t feel anything. It never got hurt. It just uttered its last ‘Baaa’ as if it were a prayer, then, suddenly, it was pounced upon by the vicious tiger.

Prompt: Word – … suddenly…

Migrant Crisis – News Report

Elemental Warfare

Over the hills of Tegron, was an alley of houses. They weren’t weak, old houses, with roofs made of straw; nor were they huge, glistening mansion with rooms of treasure; they were strong red-brick houses with plastered walls, photos, elegant chandeliers and comfortable seating. In house Overland 4, lived Azegon Lo and his family.

The Journey of Me : River

Bubbling brilliantly from below,
I start my life as a spring,
Like a rabbit I was, timid little thing.

The Holdup – 100WC#21

When the robbers charged into the bank, the silence was deafening.

Except for the sound of the key to the money storages turning, and the sound of cash registers, the room was still.

Volcano

The outburst of hot lava,
Spilling from the open crater.

As it flowed, viscous,
The putrid ash filled the grey skies.

Houses burnt, memories destroyed,
People boiled, loved ones killed.