Tuesday, October 16, 2018

1187 - Microsurgery



Prompt: Brain

Micro Surgery

A fellow who felt so  inclined
To offer a piece of his mind
Observed on reflection
That the cerebral dissection
Was a surgery he should have declined.
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1186 - Capital Works


Prompt: wolf

Capital Works

Capitoline wolf.
Philosopher emperors.
Good roads and crossed paths.
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1185 - Evans no!


Prompt: Flash
Evans no!

It's Gareth's defence:
"It seemed like a good idea"
But wasn't that flash.
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Tuesday, September 25, 2018

1184 - Rubáiyát



Rubáiyát 
Idle thoughts from a recent Iranian holiday.

From before the first caravans had 'er shipped,
Travellers have into Persia slipped
To find the world of Omar Khayyam,
And Lo, behold, we find the eucalypt!



Lo!  Gatekeeper, we come to seek a place
To rest our head, to wash out face
And perhaps to sit around at night
To share our tales of time and space.



We're strangers and yet momentary friends —
The overt message that each picture sends:
Is one of hope and brotherhood,
Of different lives with common ends.



Oh Shiraz, Shiraz, daughter of the vine,
Seduced by the purveyors of divine,
And so now a miracle has come to pass —
In reverse — water now replaces wine.



A swirl of cloth, draped but loose —
Those ones with God demand its use —
To stop men's blood from overheating,
Liberation to some, to others a noose.



Alone amongst the legs, the trade is slow,
A boy sells you weight for a coin or so —
To make a living, such as is, but I am well fed
And so turn away; I do not want to know.



As both sultan and lowly peasant affirms
They enter life on different terms
But each departs through a common door,
It makes no difference to the worms.



Ah Persia, wondrous land of past intrigue
A land, we're told, that bats above its league,
Rugs and spices to entrance the travellers
And that most curious illness - mosque-fatigue.



Lo! Strangers, what can you tell us?
Believe us, Sir, we dislike the turbanned fellahs,
For too long they beguiled with paradise —
We no longer buy the dream they sell us.



The overlords are largely derided,
Seditious thoughts are freely provided.
There's no telling what the future holds
But revolutions are seldom guided.



Ancient Persepolis had style and grace,
A most won'drous architectural space.
It remained the centre of civic life
Until Alexander came and trashed the place.



So long to start and yet so soon gone,
Markets, mosques and tea salon,
All defer to the distant call—
The caravans pack and then, 
separately, 
move on.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Monday, September 24, 2018

1183 - The Helping Hand.




The Helping Hand

They came seeking help.
Detained, they are left to rot.
Where's the compassion?
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Sunday, September 23, 2018

1182 - Rubáiyát (part)




Rubáiyát (part)

Alone amongst the legs, the trade is slow,
A boy sells you weight for a coin or so —
To make a living, such as is, but I am well fed
And so turn away; I do not want to know.
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I have been holidaying in Iran.

Friday, September 21, 2018

1181 - KU DE TA



KU DE TA

There a place in Bali called KU DE TA,
Who serve up tonics as a 'liquid spa'.
Internally ablative,
The naming's creative,
But "Elvis Parsley" is a pun too far.



A haiku response

So, it's good for me?
What? Just because it's green?
Coffee please.  Roasted.

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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, June 24, 2018

1180 - The Inner Shirley


Haiku Horizon Prompt: Flame.
 
The Inner Shirley

Shirley Valentine—
Went on a Greek holiday;
Rekindled her flame.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2018

1179 - Hell No!


A well-meaning friend,
religious but still a good sort,
bought me a copy of C S Lewis' book
'Surprised by Joy'.



Hell No!

There was an odd fellow named Lewis
Who said the thing we must to do is
Fall to our knees,
As there's a god we must please,
Fail and he'll surely barbeque us.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Saturday, June 16, 2018

1178 - Pygmalion



Pygmalion

He carved a statue.
Aphroditi gave it life.
So—what could go wrong?
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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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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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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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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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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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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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