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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