Saturday, June 16, 2018

1178 - Pygmalion



Pygmalion

He carved a statue.
Aphroditi gave it life.
So—what could go wrong?
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Thursday, June 07, 2018

1177 - Mixed Feelings



Mixed Feelings
There once was a manager named Steve
Who was asked rather roughly to leave,
While the process was brutal
That told him to tootle
I find it quite a challenge to grieve.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Monday, June 04, 2018

1176 - Release



Release

Let your friends fly free—
Not everyone is a loss
If they don't return.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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1175 - Maybe Not



Maybe not.
“Where ignorance is bliss, / ‘Tis folly to be wise.’”
- Thomas Gray



Ignorance is bliss?
There is so much ignorance
Yet so little bliss.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, June 03, 2018

1174 - Plating Up



Plating Up

The venues that constantly dismay
Are the 'all-you-can-eat' buffets.
Our resolve dissipates
As we pile up our plates
And what goes in, invariably stays.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Saturday, June 02, 2018

1173 - The Cycle


The Cycle

The cold winds are here;
The air is quite frosty;
But the bulbs are up.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Friday, May 25, 2018

1172 - Opposing Forces





Opposing Forces

Some folk like to fight.
Like vegetarianism,
Violence is a choice.


The nighttime launching
Of sharp and flaming missiles
Is a futile thing.


Some just want to fight—
Choose your weapons carefully;
Choose your arena.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Wednesday, May 02, 2018

1171 - Bad Move





Bad Move

There was a young maiden called Marion,
Who always seemed to be marryin'.
Once the knot was tied
They mysteriously died—
Much to the delight of the carrion.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, April 29, 2018

1170 - Unthai-ing the knot



UnThai-ing the knot. 

When visiting a restaurant in Melbourne's suburbs
we were subjected to the manager
dressing down a staff member in front of the patrons.
In reply to a 'Tell us how you enjoyed your meal' email
I outlined my concerns and was told it didn't happen.


A restaurateur, let's call him Brian,
Accused me of scurrilous lyin'
When I expressed my concern
At his bullying turn,
And, in more ways than one, I'm not buyin'.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Monday, April 02, 2018

1169 - Surely Not?



Surely Not?

Too much chocolate!
(I was reliably told)
Is there such a thing?
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, March 25, 2018

1168 - Tempus Transit



Tempus Transit

Another year gone—
The relentless march of time,
Enjoyed day by day.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Wednesday, February 28, 2018

1167 - A Good Egg


TEO
1943 - 2018

Haiku Horizon prompt: Egg
 

A Good Egg.

We'll all go sometime—
What better an epitaph:
He was a good egg.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, January 28, 2018

1166 - Idle Thoughts on A Hot Sunday


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #336) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece. 

The words this week are:


magic, ransom, band, rain, trample, tale,
cat, change, aim, dangerously, dense, day


Idle Thoughts on A Hot Sunday

To each comes it’s own—
Every dog shall have its day;
The cats get the best spot.

◊◊

Forty Two degrees—
Centigrade, not Fahrenheit,
Dangerously dry.

The weather changes:
The rain bands pass overhead
But hold in the rain.

◊◊

What killed the magic?
Peering at their mobile phones,
All else seems boring.

So are they just dense?
Unseeing and uncaring—
They trample on life.

A retirement plan—
Kidnap all the wretched phones;
Hold them to ransom.

Do they have an aim?
What tale will they tell their kids?
Will the kids listen?
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Monday, January 15, 2018

1165 - Aim


Haiku Horizon prompt: Aim

Aim

It would be lovely to live in a culture
where calmness was the aim. - Matt Haig


Told we must set goals
And chant our affirmations—
Aim high, we are told.



The Self-Help Gurus:
They aim to achieve too—
Mostly our money.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Aim for the moon.
If you miss, you may hit a star.
- W. Clement Stone

Would that be a constellation prize?

Sunday, January 14, 2018

1164 - The Precious



The Precious.

There was a young princess, quite pretty,
Whose attitude edged on the shitty.
The chief tool of her trade
Was a guilt-trip tirade,
Followed by a funk of self-pity.


A pretend princess—
Lacks the graces of the job;
Just wants the title.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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1163 - Pecking Disorder


 Midweek Motif : Doorways

Pecking Disorder

They eye the gateway
And covet the green beyond—
It will not happen.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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