1203 - Crews Control

Crews Control

At a distance it is a lovely blue,
A vessel displaying a certain grace
It glides serenely through time and space,
Indifferent to the actions of the crew.

Like children fighting for the best position
Of cabin, top bunk or at the Captain's table;
Greedy, ignorant and quite unstable,

They are suicidal acts of self-coition.

Arrogantly, the crew have not yet assessed
The ship's unconcern with their petty fights,
As it powers onwards through the nights —
Will it become the next Mary Celeste?

A hundred tableaus in a hundred rooms
Meanwhile, not far up ahead, disaster looms.
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1202 - It's for Happy Birthday, Right?

It's for Happy Birthday, Right?

It's your birthday.
In honour - a special gift,
Monogrammed: HB.
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1201 - Fragmented

Fragmented

There is much to do
But I cannot do it all.
For time is so short.
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1200 - Stressful

 Stressful 

A colleague told me she felt 'stressful'.

I had to agree.

A lady who presented with a dress-full

Declared that she was feeling quite 'stressful'.

I think she meant 'stressed'

But, by the way she was dressed,

The first was most certainly successful.

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1199 - Past Lessens

Past Lessens
An anniversary.

What better than a rondeau?

But don’t forget that life goes on,
Events should end once they have gone,
Yet the human mind is a queer machine,
Sometimes kind but often mean,
It drags things back from the beyond
To make you relive and dwell upon
The unpleasant things you’ve undergone.
It’s time to wipe the blackboard clean,
But don’t forget.

And this is the strange phenomenon,
To learn our lessons, pro and con,
But not fall into that dark ravine,
To learn the lessons but shun the spleen.
To not forgive would be quite wrong.
But don’t forget.
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1198 - Lilliput II

Lilliput II

Why am I amongst aliens?
Who are these people?
Why are their values so foreign?
They lead me to weep 'til the dawn
(Sleep, tragically forelorn)
Wherein I lament the lost dreams
As a new dark ages begins,
Fear trumps vision, it seems.
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1197 - Sunny Morning

Sunny Morning

Breaking old habits.

Have you ever woken and found
That what had hung over you,
That what had clung onto you,
Had disappeared in the night?
You’ll like it if you do.

It’s not so much delight,
It’s more a sort of relief,
An absence of the angst and grief
That darkened life around—
Missed, 

The way you don’t miss a thief.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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1196 - I Call Bullshit

I call Bullshit

It seems that’s bull, as in bully.

The phrase is meant to point out lies
That others feed to us,
Things they’d prefer we didn’t spot,
Rather than to discuss
The facts, where it seems they're not exact.

It’s not a weaponised way to hit
Every comment, all replies—
So, now, I am calling bullshit.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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1195 - The Last Frontier

The Last Frontier

The facts

Will never change

A mind,

Those numbers,

Graphs and words—

They just bounce right off

The boney wall,

Ignored, or worse,

Misheard.

So how

Can we

Be allowed

To call,

To convey

Our deepest fear

For the future of our kind,

To get past

The guarded ear?

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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery

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1194 - Probably Not

Probably not.

Haiku Horizons: Sorry.

Words cut to the bone—
Even more than actions do.
Would a 'sorry' help?

Just another word;
So weak in every sense.
It cannot repair.
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