Sunday, April 23, 2017

1011 - The Dark Ages


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

meander, nameless, oafish.


The Dark Ages

When trolls meander on the land,
Breaking things as they go;
When the nameless backroom overseers
(Who really rule the show),
Pretend
That they alone defend—
Have fears.

Nothing can be for sure
When the oafish are in command;
No-one can feel secure.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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1010 - No longer here


Mad Kane poses a regular limerick challenge.
The key word this week is ‘here’.


No longer here.

A man who desired a cold beer
Yelled “Wife! Quick! Bring it here!”
In the subsequent trial,
Said the judge, with a smile,
“Justifiable homicide, loud and clear!”
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Monday, April 17, 2017

1009 - Terror Australis


Haiku Horizons prompt: drop


Terror Australis

There’s venomous snakes,
(As if spiders weren’t enough)
And there’s drop bears too.

Big, carnivorous,
Could eat the snakes and spiders:
Prefers the tourists.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Sunday, April 16, 2017

1008 - And chortled as they went


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

jabber, knowingly, lasting.

I didn’t plan a continuation of the Lewis Carroll theme 
but the ‘jabber’ took me there.


And chortled as they went.

The Jabberwock was known to wock
But was rarely known to jabber.
She’d frolic in the fields and woods
For flowers, which she’d gather.
Until some uppish, beamish brat
Took up his sword to stab her.

The press back then, as do now,
Knowingly spun a tale
Of how this kind and loving beast
Was something to impale.
They taught us we should be afraid
And fear, they knew, means sale.

Repetition, even of a lie,
Makes a lasting impression.
“Beware the Jabberwock!” the headlines said
And left no room for guessin’.
The judge and jury of the press
Then staged the death procession.

Back home, within her Wocky croft,
Her kids awaited dinner.
Time went by and she didn’t come
And the kids were getting thinner.
From far away, came “Callou, Callay!”
As the crowds cheered on the winner.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Saturday, April 15, 2017

1007 - The Stream


Poet’s United Midweek Motif : books

The Stream

Life is like a stream
Of concurrent stories;
Some starting,
Some finishing,
Some ongoing.

It is strange though.
We only find ourselves embedded 
In one of these stories
Long after it has started.
Only in the middle
Do we realise that it is in progress,
That we are within it.

Day one of a new story 
Is only ever seen in hindsight.

But the last day, that is different.
Sometimes the story end abruptly; by us.
Or by others.
Sometimes it is tossed on the floor
And forgotten.
Sometimes the book is closed reluctantly;
So precious and yet finished. The end.
Sometimes it is closed slowly,
Thoughtfully,
As we reflect on what it said to us.

Whatever we make of it
Each book can only be read once.
And as we ponder stories past,
We suddenly realise that another one started
Some time ago.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Thursday, April 13, 2017

1006 - Hot Water


Haiku Horizons prompt: swim


Hot Water

You can sink or swim.
It’s a false dichotomy—
Avoid the water.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Sunday, April 09, 2017

1005 - The Walnut and The Carpetlayer.


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

gloomy, haunted, intense.


The Walnut and The Carpetlayer.

To all intense and porpoises,
With what we think we see,
Our brain is haunted and possessed
By ghosts of what could be.
Our minds invent, when so inclined,
Expressed images, filtered raw
Not gloomy, just fractal corpuses,
Like Lewis Carroll saw.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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1004 - Value for Money


Mad Kane poses a regular limerick challenge.
The key word this week is ‘buy’.


Value for Money

Our politicians are in oversupply
And parliament’s both a creche and a sty;
But we should be quite proud
Of our political crowd—
They’re the best that money can buy.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Tuesday, April 04, 2017

1003 - That Sinking Feeling


Haiku Horizons prompt: sink


That Sinking Feeling.

Life is a rough sea.
Battered from every side
We sink.  Or we swim.


Facades crack open.
What we see is frightening;
It makes our hearts sink.


Dishes fill the sink.
Flotsam of a night well spent.
It is a cheap price.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Sunday, April 02, 2017

1002 - The Magician


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

dazzle, erupt, flimsy


The Magician

When they erupt 
Onto our stage
They dazzle us 
With jewels,
Hypnotise us 
Like foolish chooks
with their verbal tools.
Flimsy,
Insubstantial whimsy—
It hooks.
It hooks because we are game
And, even knowing the damage,
We buy it all the same.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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