Sunday, December 21, 2014

772 - The Silly Season

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: alive, glaring, and misty.


The Silly Season

In a time of tinsel and of elves
The Press is pretty smitten.
Headlines shout, in glaring font,
Of folk with guns.  And kittens.

Perhaps, in their misty mental voids,
They dream to mesh the two—
Longing for gun tottin’ catty types,
Who (bonus points) are fond of vindaloo.

At a time when just being alive
Is a blessing we can use,
Should we really concern ourselves
With what passes for the news? 
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

771 - The Dismissal

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week (well really last week,
there have been distractions) were: blunt, drunk, and lethargic.


The Dismissal

Is it the case, 
In this modern world,
That courtesy and attention
Are suspect and derided?
That simple respect is dismissed 
With a lethargic wave of the hand
And a bluntly delivered “Whatever”?
Where are our manners?
What are we thinking?
Are we so removed from the 
Niceties of a truly civil society 
That we are immune to politeness?
Or are we so embarrassed by it
As to enquire as to the sobriety 
Of the unfortunate person
As if they must be drunk
To be polite?
That to show
Consideration or concern 
Is not the act of a person
In control of their own actions?
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Saturday, December 06, 2014

770 - Corrupting a Miner

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: compact, jubilant, and neglected.


Corrupting a Miner
Deathbed confessions of Mr Faust, Industrialist.

“There’s something I neglected to tell you;
It’s a trifling little thing,
But you probably need to know of it,
Before the death bells ring.

I made a compact with the Devil
And traded off my soul,
And in return he gave to me 
Vast reserves of coal.

I dug it up and shipped it out
As is an owner’s right.
The shareholders were all jubilant 
And danced into the night.

There were those who whinged about the smoke
And the supposed nasty fumes,
But they, like me, could have moved away
To a house of twenty rooms.

But now I’ve reach my twilight time
I feel a slight remorse:
If I’d dug it up twice as fast,
I’d die twice as rich, of course.

There’s a consequence of my actions,
Which gave the Devil mirth,
Having sold my soul for eternity,
I’ve bequeathed you Hell on Earth.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Friday, November 21, 2014

769 - Our Country

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: fiery, notorious and toxic.


Our Country

There’s the fear of snakes and spiders,
And all the nasty things,
Like Portuguese ‘Men of War’,
With their paralyzing stings.

And the fear of red-back spiders
Beneath the toilet seat
They make ablutions a fraught affair—
To dump and then retreat.

I shun the toxic mushrooms
And the notorious Great White shark,
Or the crocodiles that can be found
Within our national parks.

I dread to meet with bull-ants,
Or the wasps, whose sting is rotten,
And Sea Urchins who sound so sweet,
But once met are not forgotten.

There's drab and oil-filled eucalypts
All crispy in the sun,
Waiting for that wayward spark
To let the firestorm run.

But for all the noxious wildlife,
And the fiery dispositions,
The things that scare me most of all
Are our right-wing politicians.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Sunday, November 16, 2014

768 - Old Flames



Old Flames

Where do flames go, after they die?
They, who glowed to brightened our day,
Just disappear with scant ‘good-bye’—
Where do they go when they go away?

Is there a divide they must traverse?
Lingering briefly as a wisp of white
To swirl and twist and then disperse,
Like ghosts that slip into the night.

Where do flames go when they go out?
They were so real, with warmth and grace,
It’s hard to think they are not about,
They must live on in some other place.

But our Heaven wont suit them well—
Perhaps old flames just collect in Hell.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Sunday, November 02, 2014

767 - The Outlook

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #185) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

standing, satisfied, burn, jaded, spark, rain
way, sun, cold, grey, joy, slash


The Outlook

The boards
Of the old verandah,
The one his father built,
Are loose and curled.
He has been standing there
For some time,
Watching,
Watching the land,
Watching the sky,
Watching in a way
That only farmers do.

Some days are cold and grey
But the rains don’t fall
Others break records,
Either way
Both break hearts.
There is no joy
There is nothing 
To spark hope
For the next season.
The rains of yesteryear
No longer come.

He stands there,
Watching,
His dams are drying,
His flock are dying.
What light rains fall
Do more harm than good—
Sprouting seeds
Only to see 
The next day’s sun 
Burn them,
Turn them in to crisp,
Parodies of grass.
With nothing to hold them,
The soils blow away
In rolling,
Tumbling,
Dust clouds.

His family
Built this farm
They ploughed,
They slashed,
They tended to sheep,
And sunk posts 
Into rocky soil.
They cared for what they had.
Now, jaded, despairing,
He stands on the verandah
In the shade,
Watching,
As it all cracks
And dries,
And blows away.

Meanwhile,
Miles away,
In air-conditioned offices,
Coalminers
Are satisfied

With this year’s profits
And the short term outlook.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

766 - Yes, I Remember.

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: blood, cripple and lurk.


Yes, I remember.

In Canberra, 
There is only one show,
A blood sport above all others, 
Where socially crippled MPs,
Spawned from unwed mothers,
Debate dull matters 
Like state decrees.
You can’t really call it work.
As soft and cushy jobs go,
It’s a pretty good lurk.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Sunday, October 19, 2014

765 - The Psychic

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #183) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:
shine, crazy, diamond, martyr, seer, secret,
laughter, prisoner, childhood, steel, stranger, shadow


The Psychic

She sat quietly, reflectively.
She could see what was coming.
Around her a small crowd had gathered.

A man, a farmer, speaks up: 
“Tell us", he asks, "of the seasons.”

The sun will shine but ever more so,
The earth will crack and dry;
Even shadows will be crisp and hot,
The crops will wilt and die.

The crowd murmured anxiously,
Unhappy with her words.
A woman asked 
“Will there be wealth?”

You will have enormous wealth,
Diamonds, gold and silken thread,
But none of this will feed you,
And you’ll die both rich and underfed.

The woman called her crazy 
And stormed away in pain,
While a nervous laughter 
Rippled through the crowd.

A soldier stepped forward.  
“And what of us, defenders of the realm?”

She was quiet a while before she spoke.

You are a martyr to another’s dream,
A pawn on a checkered board;
It’s no secret that you are used
For the benefit of our lords.

A small child then asked, nervously
“What of me?  What do you see for me?”

Your childhood is an illusion
Your future even more so;
You will forever be a prisoner 
To the will of the status quo.

Finally, a stranger to the village spoke up.
“Is there anything to give us hope?”

She looked at him blankly before saying:

Will the people steel themselves
To take control of their daily things?
Will they tackle the issues
And bear the pain this brings?

Probably not, 
she added, underneath her breath.

The crowd, unhappy with the message,
Regardless of its truth,
Then beat the seer to death.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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764 - Post-Mortem


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: gifted, intense and rot.


Post-Mortem

When, at last, the veil is lifted
On the stewardship we’ve shown,
When the rot is all dissected,
When the true neglect is known,
The inquest 
Will attest:

“Connected but intensely unaware.

To them, a paradise was gifted,
But they didn’t seem to care."
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Sunday, October 12, 2014

763 - On The Other Hand

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #182) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:
machine, flesh, tease, lotion, gimmick, hypnotizing,
lust, chickens, torture, uniform, liquor, brains, trains


On The Other Hand

There are machines that take our jobs
But do ones that have been fatal to children in the past.

Whores sell their flesh
But some use the money to educate and feed their family.

Advertisers tease us
But commerce is what pays for our jobs.

The cosmetics industry sells fake lotions
But placebos have been shown to work.

Every week there is a new gimmick
But we crave variety and change.

We are hypnotized by affluence
But few can really achieve it.

We are expected to lust for more
But we live in a finite world.

We imprison people
But demand chickens be released from their cages.

We are promised uniform opportunity
But the promise is never kept.

We are told we over-consume liquor
But have seen the effects of prohibition.

Our brains are used to devise evil things
But they devise miraculous things as well.

The media trains us to be compliant
But we sometimes rebel when we see a wrong.

We take firm ‘moral’ stands on every issue
But refuse to consider the value of the other side.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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