773 - Early Morning

Early Morning

Early morning
Gloom hangs heavy
She's standing up
— I had to use the spray
That makes no sense
— My jaw hurt
xxxAnd my chest was tight
xxxI used the spray
xxxMy pulse was racing
xxxIt’s better now
She sits on the side of the bed
Bent over
Hugging a pillow
— What time is it?
xxxAbout five
xxxNo, what time is it exactly?
xxxFour fifty nine
The penny drops
— Use the spray they had said
xxxIf the pain doesn’t stop
xxxIn five minutes
xxxCall an ambulance
She’s waiting
— It’s easing now
She lies down
And sleeps
I lie beside her
Wide awake

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

Christmas 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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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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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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