Saturday, August 01, 2015

808 - Birthday!



The first of August is the horse's birthday
in the southern hemisphere.


The first of August—
Give the horses a birthday!
(No secrets for them.)
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Friday, July 31, 2015

807 - Acceptance


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Acceptance


Acceptance

Should you?
I mean really?
Do you just accept cruelty
As if it is the right thing to do?
Suck it up, as they say?
Where is the self-worth in that?
When someone tries to impale
A loved one
Like a beetle to a corkboard
With over the top
Underhand
Callous
Words.

Words chosen to hurt,
To wound,
Fatally perhaps.
Words chosen to pierce
The self esteem of the receiver,
The beetle,
Words chosen to win the war
At all costs.
Over-egged.
Theatrical.
Pyrrhic.

Should I accept that?
Accept that it is just
One of those things?
That done is done?
Move on?

I have a problem with that.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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806 - Tedious, Tedious and Sad.


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: tedious, waste, reflect.


Tedious.  Tedious and Sad.

I could tell that you were lying.
Your voice gave it away—
Reflecting the conflicts within,
You had a role to play.

I know
But not why it is so.

Akin 
To Sisyphus’ climb,
To understand the underlying
Is just a waste of time.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, July 19, 2015

805 - The Boxer

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #208) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

tilt, astray, breeze, awake, bruising, hamper,
instinct, cracks, spirit, staggered, smiled, angle


The Boxer

Does he lie awake at night,
Planning his fights?
Licking his lips,
Anticipating
The next bruising encounter,
The next windmill
Worthy of a tilt?
Planning the next obtuse angle
From which to attack,
From which to crack
Society’s spirit,
To hamper collaboration,
To fan and magnify fear,
For personal gain 
And communal loss.

Boxers fight win.
Or lose.
There is no compromise.

It is depressing 
How easily we are lead astray
Guided down the dark, dank alleys
Of fear and distrust
As if unsure of what is right or wrong
Like a Reichstag flag
Fluttering in a light breeze.
Observers are staggered
That our moral compass
Is so readily deflected.
Or ignored.

Does he lie awake at night?
I suspect so.
I wonder if, lying there, 
He smiles,
Dreaming of his wins.
And our losses.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Friday, July 17, 2015

804 - Sad, Sadder, Sadist.


Sad.  Sadder.  Sadist.

It’s unlike you,
To be so cruel.
Uncharacteristic.
Not
What I have
Come to expect.
What really
Makes you tick?
Drives you
With words
Like knives
Who
Dissect
Precisely,
Deep and cold.

While I,
Helpless,
Like the village fool,
Watch it all unfold.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, July 12, 2015

803 - The Cabinet Room

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #207) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

witches ear dolls heartbreak branded scorpion spells
ball werewolf resurrection alone blind hunted


The Cabinet Room

When everyone was seated
The Leader took the stand.
“We need a three word slogan
The crowd wont understand,
We need to choose it wisely
So fear and greed are fanned!”

The witches stopped their chanting
To cheer what he had said.
They knew the power of nasty spells
To activate the dead
And practiced it on plaster dolls,
Or so it has been said.

Beside them sat the spineless ones,
Quite blind to all they saw.
Untouched by heartbreak or the grief
They'd bestowed upon the poor.
They just branded them as terrorists
And showed them to the door.

A nasty group of suited men,
Assassins, up for hire,
Were resurrecting past faux-pas
To feed the hateful fire
With a passion and a venom
A scorpion would admire.

They strangled babies in the woods,
Drowned puppy-dogs in sacks;
They bit the balls of new-born cats
They slept on beds of tacks.
They trained so they could go alone
But hunted best in packs.

A jolly fool grinned from ear to ear,
And then naively asked  
“Do the poor drive ‘round in cars?
And could the port be passed?”
Meanwhile, ignored by everyone,
A poodle strutted past.

But everyone within the room
Knew who ruled and why.
The boardrooms here and overseas
Demanded they comply,
And when told that they should jump
Meekly asked ‘How high?”.

The meeting was coming to an end,
The zombies gave a cheer,
The Team of Oz then stood and vowed
To snarl, to spit and smear.
Then, as they broke to venture out, 
A werewolf howled in fear.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Friday, July 10, 2015

802 - Shenhua, nicht wahr?

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: aloof, temporary, whole.

Australia and it's idiotic government edged 
closer to mining our most fertile 
agricultural land.


Shenhua, nicht wahr?

When will we learn?
Learn that short term profits
Are a temporary thing,
Learn that we cannot eat coal?

When will we learn?
Learn that we must manage
The whole world;
For ourselves,
For our children,
And their children.

It is a sobering thought that
In one hundred years
The planet earth will have 
An entirely different crew
To the one that consumes it
So greedily today.
What will we pass on to them?
A living planet?
Or a picked over carcass?

When will we learn 
Learn that there is no benevolent 
Father figure 
Protecting us;
That we must protect ourselves.
Learn that those who sit aloof 
In the leather chaired chambers
Have no interest in us,
Or our planet?

When will we learn?
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Thursday, July 09, 2015

801 - A Sleeping Baby

Haiku Horizons has the prompt: calm.

A sleeping baby,
A window of peace and calm—
Good time for some tea.

A sleeping baby,
Not a worry in the world:
Complete innocence.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Monday, July 06, 2015

Vale Sir Percy.


Sir Percy Bysshe Silly
(Paul Martin)

? - 2015.

I started this blog in 2006, 
at the behest of an acquaintance,
to teach some manners to a poetic upstart
who was making a nuisance in another realm.

As is the way of such things
we ended up fighting a poetic duel for the hand
of the fair mayden, Cora.

Neither won.

A dark horse, or rather a dark dog, K9,
stole the day and the prize.

Life is like that.

Percy was part of my life.
Always will be.
Adieu.


Sunday, July 05, 2015

800 - Prickly Reflections

Haiku Horizons has the prompt ‘thorn’.


We all have some thorns.
We all have flowers and fruits.
Harvest carefully.

◊◊◊

Rose may have thorns.
If you change your perspective—
Thorns may have roses.

◊◊◊

Thorns are not too bad
If they offer protection.
Brer Rabbit agrees.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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