Sunday, September 14, 2014

753 - The Skewed World of Smoking Joe.

I don’t often mix prompts but this week they seemed to fit together:

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #178) gave us 
hospital, tests, anxiety, fluff, words, ouch,

pester, blood, know, meal, center, jello

And Three Word Wednesday gave us:
geek, carcass and slash


The Skewed World of Smoking Joe.

Treasurers come and Treasurers go
But few are as reviled as Smoking Joe.
He smokes cigars, he drive flash cars,
The poor and weak are his natural foe.

His ministry is full of geeks
Who give his dream its lethal tweaks,
They will tear apart our social heart
To make the feudal land he seeks.

He slashes back all progress made
His final goal is to just downgrade,
He tests each thing for the tax it will bring:
Is Jello a food or a wrestling aid?

He has no feel for what’s at stake;
His choice of words—a big mistake:
“Should the poor have a car, they don't drive it very far”
Like “if they need a meal, then why not cake?”

The hospitals are filled with anxious folk
Who do not share the fat man’s joke.
But they’ll disappear this financial year
When hospital funding goes up in smoke. 

The sick and old, in their desperate plight,
Do not pester his sleep at night.
He wishes them away, in a cold-blooded sort of way,
Just stack the carcass out of sight.

Joe says that we must be very tough
To rid our life of its social fluff,
We are just little workers, making cash for the jerkers
Who never learnt how to say ‘enough’.

Self-centred and quite proudly so,
Determined to reframe the status quo,
Stuff the poor, the rich need more,
Such is the world of Smoking Joe.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Sunday, September 07, 2014

752 - The Dream Seeder


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #177) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 
horses, signal, bullets, thrust, plant, dismal,
edge, spot, rose, locks, ball, meandering


The Dream Seeder
Father’s Day 2014.

It is late.
The bed is warm.
He sits beside me.
His tone alternates between conspiratorial and alarming.
His words, exotic and alive, paint a picture.  Pictures.
The wild.
The fanciful.
The instructive.
The richly embroidered tales of adventure, 
tales of love and derring-do,
meandering at times, exciting always,
where proud Arabian horses stand tall, nostrils flaring, scanning the desert air for assassins, where writhing, serpentine plants spiral to the heavens, through the giant-dwelling clouds, to where a goose sits, patiently twitching her golden sphincter, where small girls with golden curls dream of leaving their dismal cinder-full, sister-full drudgery for the rose-petalled, glass-shoed bliss of the Prince’s Ball, where wicked, warty witches, living in confectionery cottages far from the forest’s edge, waiting to lock small wandering children in even smaller cages, to fatten them and eat them (can you spot the message here?), where tassllated cowboys in white hats gallop, firing from guns in both hands, bullets that always find their targets, as they gallop across the wild, wide savannas to rescue the beleaguered fort, where gnarled old sailors, led by a courageous, young captain, battle seas rife with one-legged, ear-ringed, parrot-toting pirates and large, one eyed, long tentacle creatures, in search of the “X” that always marks the spot.
These are the stories of the twilight.
These are the seeds of dreams.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Thursday, September 04, 2014

751 - The Lesson

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: bribery, clobber & skeptical.

The Lesson.

Silver tongued vixens 
Will clobber
Many an unwary 
Young man;

Seducing
With their exotic charms
They do it because they can—
They cavort,
A bribery
Of sorts.

Alarms
Should ring out
From the hills
“Be sceptical
Of the life robber
Who trades
In low carnal thrills”.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Friday, August 22, 2014

750 - The Anti-Killing


The Anti-Killing.

He performed so poorly in bed
She decided to poison his bread.
While cyanide was intended,
A Viagra was vended
And she actually raised up the dead.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Sunday, August 17, 2014

749 - A Rather Odd Taste

Mad Kane has a weekly limerick challenge.
She provides the first line,
The rest is up to us.

The meal had a rather odd taste,
Rather like marzipan paste.
It lead to the demise
Of a number of guys
Whose affections were badly misplaced.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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748 - The Demimonde

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #174) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 

demimonde, candle, grand, oranges, abomination, allegiance,

transgression, asylum, myself, rites, Africa, reborn, gray.


The Demimonde.
noun: a class of women who have lost their standing 
in respectable society because of indiscreet behavior 
or sexual promiscuity.

Sultry, primitive, inviting,
With her ‘come and spend the night’ in 
Looks and demeanour,
Sophisticated, in a worldly sense,
Rings, curtains, candles,
Aromas that betray their allegiance
To the most basic of desires:
Orange, cinnamon, musk.
She speaks to the core of humanity
That is an abomination to the puritans,
The same ones who queue at her door, at dusk.

Sultry, primitive, inviting,
Echoing the fertility rites and acts
Practiced since the gray dawn of time,
Since we walked out of Africa,
Born and reborn,
To face death, 
Real and petite,
There has been a desire to meet.
This is not a transgression,
Just a brief asylum.
A meeting of minds,
And bodies.
Complete.
And then composure, 
Without remorse.
A part of the grand cycle of life.
Sultry, primitive, inviting.

I wouldn’t go there myself, 
Of course.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Friday, August 15, 2014

747 - Apocalypse Rat

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: eradicate, mercenary and squeamish.
The opening life was said in conversation by my mother.

Apocalypse Rat.

I love the smell of dead rat in the morning,
The tell-tale odour of a ratty demise.
The cat, bless her furry fatness,
Has long since given up mercenary ambitions
And will not countenance otherwise.
So a more mechanical means was required 
To eradicate the ratty hordes
As one by one their ratty souls are hurled
Into the pits of the afterworld.

Sharp, quick and, I’m told, painless,
Though not by any of the ratty crew
Who have had to pleasure
Of the sudden launch into that vast abyss—
They go forth with a spring-steel kiss.

Of course, there is still the sombre duty,
To deal with the furry, rigid corpse,
Not for the squeamish to be sure
But easier than those former trophies,
Half chewed by the once mercenary cat,
And left by the kitchen door.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Monday, August 11, 2014

746 - Abruptly cut off.

Haiku Horizons’ prompt:  Cut.

Abruptly cut off—
Click! Click! Hello? Operator?
There is no-one there.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Sunday, August 10, 2014

745 - The Intriguing Mystery of Ms Pommeroy.


A comic has presented to me
A puzzle quite hard to foresee:
I had wanted to explore
Ms Pommeroy more
But there wasn’t a page twenty three.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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744 - Take with a grain of salty water.

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #173) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 
bend, east, lane, limit, case, grain,

sound, parts, straight, water, eye, way.


Take with a grain of salty water.

Their eyes look straight at the camera,
Firm, determined and oh so sincere;
With voices rich in warm plummy sounds,
They are unbending in their cast-iron ideology
And push their case for the 
Incarceration of the powerless
And the removal all limits on the powerful.
We know best.  
We will protect you.
Trust us.  

It’s good for the powerful to be more so,
The benefits will trickle down south, they say,
Like water through an aquifer,
To find its way to the lower parts, they say
Ignoring the evidence that this fiscal
Tide seems to be being diverted east and west
Into large private reservoirs
At the end of leafy private lanes.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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