Wednesday, December 30, 2015

840 - Odd Loose Ends


Odd Loose Ends
(Tune : Auld Lang Syne)

The year is coming to a close,
It’s time to make amends;
Time to bring some order to
The odd loose ends.

Chorus:
The odd loose ends must go, I fear,
The odd loose ends;
We’ll take the trimming shears
To odd loose ends.

Life is better when it’s neat,
Trimmed of what offends,
The first things you must offload are
The odd loose ends.

Chorus.

The camel knew than the single straw
Gives a back that bends,
They build up upon each other,
The odd loose ends.

Chorus.

Acquaintances are both well and fine 
But nothing beats good friends,
Make more room by discarding
The odd loose ends.

Chorus.

New projects will bring you joy,
With happy dividends,
Close the book on lost causes
And odd loose ends.

Chorus.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, December 27, 2015

839 - Operation Manual


Mad Kane has a weekly limerick challenge.
She provides the rhyme word, the rest is up to us.
This week the word is ‘lewd’, bless her.


Operation Manual

The Karma Sutra is frequently viewed
As wicked, licentious and lewd.
But it’s simply recounting
How a consensual mounting,
Should start, progress and conclude.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, December 20, 2015

838 - Stony Indifference


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week are: savage, vengeful and tense


Stony Indifference

The planet is most bountiful
And so sustains its riders.
As it has done, age to age,
A generous provider.

Diverse, its passengers
Pillage their most generous host;
Destroying what is beautiful
In a race to own the most.

And what will they have got?
Carnage, in the most tragic sense
If we do not act respectful,
The future is past tense.

And yet we must not forget,
Savage, though scrupulously fair,
A planet cannot be vengeful,
It doesn’t even care.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, December 06, 2015

837 Lackadaisical Sunday


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week are: lackadaisical, makeshift, and nude.
Plus a bonus extra.

Apologies, by the way.
Haven't written much lately.
Been doing stained glass work.


Lackadaisical Sunday

Lackadaisical
There is nothing wrong with that:
It’s time to think.


A woman who hated folk nude
Found the modern-day fashions too crude
But beneath all her clothes
Where no-one else goes,
She was as naked as those she eschewed.


We plan our future.
The future has other plans.
They can overlap.

It’s a makeshift life.
All the plans of yesterday
Are just a guideline.


There once was a fellow called Dave,
Who lathered his balls for a shave.
But an unsteady hand
Had an result, unplanned—
No children to mourn at his grave.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Thursday, November 26, 2015

836 - Life is Chaos


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week are: habitual, illustrious, and jumbled.


Life is Chaos

Life is chaotic—
Jumbled by outer forces
Beyond our control.

Habitual traits—
Our own dumb contribution
To the current mess.

Leaders disappoint—
Creatures of straw and tin.
Illustrious?  No.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, November 22, 2015

835 - Sun-Stroke


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week are: enigmatic, grovel, and faulty.


Sun-Stroke

So enigmatic—
Serene, remote and aloof.
Is anybody home?

But they follow them:
A case of misplaced desire 
And faulty thinking.

They grovel, prostrate
Before their golden icons.
Such misguided souls.

But is there a soul
That can then be misguided?
We will never know.

They seek more recruits—
There is comfort in numbers.
A pyramid scheme.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

834 - Perceptions



Perceptions

He was old.  
Weathered.
With grey, curly hair.
And white stubble
That contrasted sharply
With his dark skin.
Sporting a blue polo shirt,
Shorts and sandals,
He was crossing the plaza.
Hard to guess his age,
It often is,
But he looked fit and healthy.
Our paths were about to cross:
“Good morning” I offered.
“Gidday, old fella!” he responded.

Oh.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, November 08, 2015

833 - Playing with Fire


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words a few weeks ago were: greasy, hellish, and ignite.


Playing with Fire.

He walked down Satan’s greasy path,
Doing mischievous things for a laugh.
Such as his hellish delight
In trying to ignite
Farts, while having a bath.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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832 - Ku De Ta

Ku De Ta, as it was but now isn't.


Ku De Ta

There are security guards, front and back.
There are barriers from the beach,
“Enter through the lobby, please.”
Bag searches are mandatory.
We sit, elevated; remote to the beach,
There but not there.

The menu is a gardener’s delight:
Phytochemicals in abundance:
Tastes like uncooked vegetable soup
Sold as rejuvenating juice.  
With kale, of course.
Chia seeds and goji berries extra.
The whole raw slurry
Has more antioxidants than you can poke
An extra wide slurpy straw at.
Glasses of grey-ish, orange-ish, pureed gloop.
More medicinal than refreshing.

There is a pool going in 
Where there were once red umbrellas.
Coup d'├ętat.
Not only the head has been removed,
The heart has too.
But the liver! 
Oh, the liver is remarkably frisky.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Tuesday, October 13, 2015

831 - Of Cakes and Candles


Of Cakes and Candles.

You deserve a cake.
Make two and give one away.
A sweet thing to do.

Eskimos rebel.
From the President’s igloo:
“Let them row kayaks.”

When the cake is lit:
Close your eyes and keep blowing.
Make a nice a wish.

Wishes don’t come true.
Well, not this sort of sugary wish,
Unless for more cake.

And what type of cake?
Most women want chocolate,
Men are fine with cheese.

Candles reflect life:
Bright but ever so fragile.
Life, like candles, ends.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Friday, October 02, 2015

830 - Three Limericks


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: thoughtless, uptight, and woozy.

In Australia, Burger King is known as Hungry Jacks.


A playboy, from the very best stock,
Partied, paying no heed of the clock.
He awoke feeling woozy,
His headache was a doozy,
And the two sheep in his bed, a big shock.


A fellow who enjoyed a free lifestyle,
Was entrance by a girl with a sweet wife smile.
And a thoughtless oversight
Of a condom that night,
Lead to a trip down the church aisle.


A spinster, upright and most proper,
Was adamant no man would a’top her
But when she met Hungry Jack,
She leapt in the sack:
“I was entranced by the size of his Whopper.”
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, September 27, 2015

829 - It's a mess.


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #218) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:
trump, bust, level, kick, dressed, mess,
exists, music, spin, visit, system, sighs


It’s a mess.

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Our planet’s showing signs of high distress,
It can hardly be surprising 
That the ocean level’s rising
When we say that more pollution is progress.

[aside] Science exists, whether you deny it or not.

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Be it Christian, Muslim, Baptist or the rest:
Fundamentalists are prevailing
And our education failing
As the hateful lies they spin are not addressed.

[aside] To say nothing, is tacit approval.

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Freedom levels daily get repressed,
The paranoia’s chronic
And surveillance electronic
And every move we make will be assessed.

[aside] Hello ASIO!

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
We’ve busted all the wonders we possess.
Should our society mammalian

Have a visit from an alien
They would be sad and leave depressed.

[aside] And not green with envy.

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Wars are dressed as reasons to express
Concerns for others rights
But these mercenary fights
Are ruses to subdue and then oppress.

[aside]  But wars have all the good music!

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Our politicians seek the corporate largesse,
While donations buy them all
And the big ones trump the small,
The big ones via Switzerland are the best.

[aside] We have the best politicians money can buy.

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
We’re taught the poor are bludgers, at the best,
We should kick them while they’re down
And then run them out of town,
While enjoying tax cuts given to the rest.

[aside] Taxes are the price you pay for a good society.  

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
It’s like a really nasty game of chess,
Where power comes with the rank,
The rules are rather blank 
And the pawns are sacrificed first or just oppressed.

[aside] Gone are the days the leader lead their army into battle.

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
There’s no chance to slow or convalesce,
Every year we must do more 
As growth is the assumed law
And consumption is required, and in excess.

[aside] Am I the only one who sees that growth cannot be endless?

Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
The thoughtful watch the leaders all transgress,
They sigh and shake their head,
And inwardly they dread
The day when they must cease to acquiesce.

[aside] Come the revolution…
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Thursday, September 24, 2015

828 - Where roses are grown.


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: sedate, righteous, and pathetic.


Where roses are grown.

We sit where the roses are grown,
Sipping our herbal teas,
And from these sedate, safe places
Construct our enemies.

“Don’t fuss.”
“Not one of us.”
“Faceless.”

A pathetic excuse
To righteously bomb those who own
The things we want to use.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Monday, September 21, 2015

827 - After


Haiku Horizons has the prompt “After”.


We race on blindly,
Never stopping to wonder—
What are we after?


The harsh aftermath
Of quick and rash decisions—
The pits of regret.


After all has been said
And all that can be, has been done,
More is said than done.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, September 20, 2015

826 - A random thoughts on a lazy Sunday


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #217) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:
evict, nick, trick, valley, threat, scent,
dash, deny, try, subside, flee, free


A random thoughts on a lazy Sunday

A cat lies nearby.
Not mine, a neighbours perhaps.
The birds sense the threat.


Evict the white ants—
They undermine the party!
Will Malcolm do it?


There are many cuts
So why do the smallest nicks
Seem to hurt the most?


Three year old children—
They try every trick in the book,
But never new ones.


The darkest valley
Owes its very existence
To the hills around.


There is a sweet scent
That so reminds me of you.
Best I not say what.


We dash to and fro,
Mistaking activity
As some achievement.


Head stuck in the sand.
You can deny the science
But, still, it happens.


We mistakenly
Try to please everyone.
Someone is not pleased.


Change is worrying.
Anxiety will subside,
Eventually.


People flee warzones,
Looking for a safe haven.
We created them.


The cat is still there,
Free to leave when it wants to.
But cats always are.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Saturday, September 19, 2015

825 - Alien Battleground.


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: Haphazard, labored, noxious.


Alien Battleground

Dawn.
Beyond the drapes,
The morning chorus
Of the worm tormentors.
Magpies chortle,
Impatiently.
Doves,
Dumb as bricks,
Coo-coo,
Mindlessly.

Inside,
Beneath the covers,
There is slow acceptance
Of the truth:
Dawn.

But all is not well:
Breathing is labored.
Thought patterns,
Are irregular,
Haphazard.
Something thick,
Slimey,
Noxious,
Has invaded the airways.

Alien forces battle for dominance:
Slime vs pharmacy.
I wait to see who wins.

So do the birds.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

824 - Before


Haiku Horizons has the prompt “Before”.

Have we met before?
In another life, perhaps?
Welcome back, my friend.


Before time began
There was only a dark void—
Time creates clutter.


Before now was then.
Beyond now is vaguely when.
Now is all there is.


Before you depart
Set your accounts in order.
Leave with no regrets.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, September 13, 2015

823 - Three Haikus

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: fatal, glimmer, impartial.




Shielded from the truth,
A photo reaches our heart—
A glimmer of hope.




People in distress,
Good time to be impartial—
Everyone matters.




Assumes people heartless,
Tries to instill fear in them—
A fatal mistake.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Friday, September 11, 2015

822 - The Little Wet Hen



There once was a commissar chappie
Whose behaviour was seriously crappie.
The best image I could pen
Is of a panicked wet hen—
But he left and made everyone happy.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, September 06, 2015

821 - Divergent Taxonomy


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #215) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

Friends, pond, bridge, money, poor, teeth,
Skirt, cell, organs, DNA, tower, signal


Divergent Taxonomy

Leaders are perceived 
By the signals they send,
By the stances they take.

They should, by definition, lead.
They should bridge the divides
Between the poor and the well-off,
Between the workers and commerce,
Between ignorance and understanding
Between countries,
Friendly and not so.

Leaders can be trusted,
They do not skirt issues,
They find solutions, not excuses.
They do not place opponents
Into cells or into exile.

Leaders are towers,
Beacons of faith,
Who shine light where it's needed,
Who inspire us to be our best,
Remind us to play nicely
And to share our pond.

Sadly, leadership is not a role
Embraced by Government,
Rulers, not leaders.
Weak men of poor character
Who frame the world by money,
Costs and benefits,
Not seeing that people are not commodities
But living bodies.
Our ruler’s organs of compassion 
Have withered,
To be replaced by grotesquely 
Enlarged genitalia.
They revel in alpha posturing
With all its bared teeth 
And beating of hairy chests.

Leaders inspire and unite,
Their entire being is for the group.
Rulers divide and suppress.
Theirs is a different DNA:
Divisive.  
Non-caring.  
Arrogant.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Saturday, September 05, 2015

820 - Undeserved.


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: amusing, deeply, elastic.


Undeserved.

They find the game is amusing—
To wedge, divide and win.
Our leaders would have us believe
Their cold and heartless spin.

While the tactics they are using
Are wearing a little thin,
Few wear their hearts upon their sleeve,
They’re men of straw and tin.

Their responses are elastic,
To sell the party’s tricks.
Deeply we know we have been fooled
But still the bullshit sticks.

The pains of the world are drastic,
With much we need to fix.
So how have we come to be ruled
By such heartless, bloody pricks?
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Monday, August 31, 2015

819 - Past

Haiku Horizons has the prompt ‘Past’.


The past is no more.
The future, but a promise.
Eat, drink, be merry.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, August 30, 2015

818 - The Garden

Blood Plum blossum, Chez Newbery

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #214) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

worm, stop, here, speak, amber, chirping,
deal, easy, rot, foster, me, secret


The Garden

The garden calls me,
Speaks to me
In the easy words 
Of love and life.
There are no secrets here.
Life is full,
Full of growth and regrowth.
Death is here too.
For every start there is a stop.
Things grow, bloom, die and rot.
The malady of life.
Only to repeat.  
And repeat.
A melody of sounds—
A chorus 
Of the chirping of small birds
And the harsh calls of the large.
But a melody of colours too—
Greens, ambers, reds, blues,
A melody of life.
The fittest survive.  
Or the lucky.
Magpies stride, imperious, 
Hands behind their backs.
Worms don’t.
Wrens watch from the side.
Possums sleep,
Dreaming of the new growth.
A recurring pattern
That fosters understanding,
Helps us to comprehend
The larger cycle
We all must face.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, August 23, 2015

817 - No Man's Land


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #213) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

lucid, wine, stain, puzzle, foreign, superior,
feckless, dumb, chiseled, hollow, luminous, winner


No Man’s Land

A foreign land men should avoid
Unless they love derision,
Is that dark hell-hole of ridicule—
Daytime television.

Why it’s watched is a puzzle itself,
Its shows are hollow spleen,
But what really does the poor men in
Are the ad breaks in between.

Here we seem some superior wife
Mocking her feckless mate
For his attempts to clean off stains
Without using Stainabate®

How could this ham-fisted semi-ape
Not know the ‘stained-tie test’
Where it was clearly shown Stainabate®
Cleaned cleaner than the rest? 

All the ads depict men the same,
As dumb and chinless wonders,
Where women sip a glass of wine
While pointing out their blunders.

The women there are all portrayed
As lucid high achievers
While the men are all unshaven clods
Who dream of beer and beavers.

No Chesty Bond® with his well chiselled chin
Will grace the screen, off-peak,
Just ways to have the best luminous lips
To sneer and still be chic.

But nowadays, when roles are blurred,
And both sexes cook the dinner,
Ad revenues are in decline
And everyone’s the winner.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Friday, August 21, 2015

816 - Mistakes


Sunday Scribblings 2’s prompt: mistakes.


Mistakes

When mistakes are made
We look outside for reasons
When they are within.


Assumptions are flawed:
One plus one does not make two—
In binary maths.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Thursday, August 20, 2015

815 - Demi-God


Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: kneel, nasty, purr.


Demi-God

Sometimes friendly, sometimes surly,
With a hint of feline smirk,
These furry little assassins
Are nasty bits of work.

They know
The status quo
Begins
When you house becomes their run.
A truth you should learn quite early,
They’ll kneel before no-one.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

814 - A Leaden Haiku or two.


Haiku Horizons has the prompt ‘Lead’.
Something of an ambiguous word when taken out of context.
Here goes:


A Leaden Haiku or two.

All paths lead to Rome.
So they would have us believe;
Mine leads to the world.


Politics is dire.
Where have all the leaders gone?
A depressing void.


We think we’ve found gold
But mistake weight for substance.
Just lead.  Heavy.  Cheap.


To turn lead to gold—
The alchemist’s holy grail.
But they all died poor.


Full of fancy words,
She lead me to think she cared.
Harsh words killed that thought.


Leaden clouds gathered.
The storm swirled around itself—
A whirling dervish.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, August 16, 2015

813 - Pot Black

Mad Kane has a weekly limerick challenge.
She provides the rhyme word, this week it is “pot”.
The rest is up to us.

A politician from a blue ribbon plot,
Thought the poor were an overpaid lot.
But when caught with his snout
Sucking the public purse out,
The kettle turned and winked at the pot.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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812 - The Boat of Pigs Fiasco

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #212) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

escape, way, veins, feast, torn, broke,
generate, engine, laugh, sack, ghost, empty


The Boat of Pigs Fiasco
Incorporating The Hunting of the Nark.
An Agony in three Fits.

Fit the First.
An abbot, a bishop and a ghostly choir,
We’re crewing the ship of state.
“We are a broad and most liberal church
But give preference to our mates”.

“Only the blue blood pulses through our veins
We sup with Sterling spoons,
We piously quote from the ancient texts
And divert the State’s doubloons”

“Of course the other cheek should be turned
But some things we can't forgive—
The 'unnamed sources' mean that this ship
Is more leaky than a sieve.”

“The rabble point at us and rudely laugh.
We suspect a choirboy in the middle row
Is generating a more modern text—
That is why they mock us so.”


Fit the Second
The suspect choirboy wore his boyish grin
And often raised their ire,
“Why me?  There is a veritable feast of leaks,
Plus the pain of ‘friendly fire’.”

“Our engine’s stalled, fuel is nearly empty,
And our navigation's gone astray.
We‘ve lost our heart and all humanity,
We're a vessel in decay.”

“We’ve sacked our respected authorities,
We’ve stacked our Royal Commissions;
We’ve ignored our UN obligations
And our faithful have suspicions.”

“Your ship is sinking, taking hits both fore and aft—
So it flounders in an angry sea;
Its destination has never been divulged,
Well, certainly not to me.”

Fit the Third.
The Captain paced the tilting deck,
In Speedos and blue tie,
He already missed a near death date
But ignored the reasons why.

"We're doomed! We're doomed" the minor crew
Exclaimed like worried hens,
"There is no hope for this cursed ship,
It's the beginning of the end!

The Captain was not convinced of this:
“Come, I’m Captain, just let me steer.
I can control the steerage mob:
I’ll just ratchet up their fear”

It was a well known ploy, the choirboys were impressed.
But, committed, they could hardly scoff —
They cheered and cheered and oinked a bit
Before returning to their trough.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Thursday, August 13, 2015

811 - Thou Shalt.

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: enigmatic, gruesome, and irritate.


Thou shalt.  

We love rules.
Break them,
Occasionally,
Selectively.

But, by and large,
We love rules.
And are irritated,
Often irrationally,
When people break them.

Hey! You can’t do that!

Watch me.

We watch them,
Expecting the Gods,
Enigmatic and remote
At the best of times,
To smite them
For their insolence.

But they don’t.

Or do.

That’s life.

For the record 
I would like to add 
A bonus rule:
If you are desiring 
A good night’s sleep,
Do not do a Google search
For images associated with
Gruesome.
 .
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, August 09, 2015

810 - Future Imperfect

Illustration: Banksy

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #211) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

plaster, chill, rattle, drum, recede, scry,
thread, web, know, sin, cry, creek



Future Imperfect.

I
The old lady sits at a baize-covered table
To scry, to ply the art of the ball and Tarot;
What she sees chills her old bones
And, muttering, she hopes it is not so.

II
The village has an idiot, old mad Tony,
Who delights in low grade baloney,
Always rattling the spear
Of racism and fear,
A story that’s self-serving but phoney.

III
You can plaster cracks
You can draw together stray threads,
But the faults remain.

IV
The old lady put away her cards
Covered her ball with a sheet
She knew that what she had seen was a sin:
To demonise, to imprison and mistreat.

V
Leaders should attend—
The drums of decent people
Echo through the house.

VI
The lies continue
They do not cease
They do not recede
They build upon each other
A progression
A Web
Of deceit
One upon another
As if the new one 
Will distract us from the old

VII
They are cogs in a corporate machine
Who worships their money and Queen,
We are lead up a creek
Where humanity is bleak
And paddles seldom are seen.

VIII
The old lady stood and departed her tent
What she had seen compelled her to cry.
She could see that the story was horrid
But had no way to fathom out why.

IX
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes.
- Les Miserables 
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Saturday, August 08, 2015

809 - Sundry Haikus

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: filth, addicted, and defiant.




Haiku 1.

We choose what offends—
One’s muck is another’s cream.
Filth is subjective.

◊◊◊



Haiku 2.

Addicted to gods;
Faith in fairies and voodoo—
Why do we need them?

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Haiku 3.

He stands defiant,
Denying the obvious—
The rich coal miner.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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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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