Saturday, May 25, 2019

1198 - Lilliput II



Lilliput II

Why am I amongst aliens?
Who are these people?
Why are their values so foreign?
They lead me to weep 'til the dawn
(Sleep, tragically forelorn)
Wherein I lament the lost dreams
As a new dark ages begins,
Fear trumps vision, it seems.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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Thursday, April 25, 2019

1197 - Sunny Morning





Sunny Morning
Breaking old habits.

Have you ever woken and found
That what had hung over you,
That what had clung onto you,
Had disappeared in the night?
You’ll like it if you do.

It’s not so much delight,
It’s more a sort of relief,
An absence of the angst and grief
That darkened life around—
Missed, 
The way you don’t miss a thief.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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1196 - I Call Bullshit




I call Bullshit

It seems that’s bull, as in bully.


The phrase is meant to point out lies
That others feed to us,
Things they’d prefer we didn’t spot,
Rather than to discuss
The facts, where it seems they're not exact.

It’s not a weaponised way to hit
Every comment, all replies—
So, now, I am calling bullshit.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, February 24, 2019

1195 - The Last Frontier




The Last Frontier

The facts
Will never change
A mind,
Those numbers,
Graphs and words—
They just bounce right off
The boney wall,
Ignored, or worse,
Misheard.

So how
Can we
Be allowed
To call,
To convey
Our deepest fear
For the future of our kind,
To get past
The guarded ear?
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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Saturday, January 26, 2019

1194 - Probably Not




Probably not.

Haiku Horizons: Sorry.

Words cut to the bone—
Even more than actions do.
Would a 'sorry' help?

Just another word;
So weak in every sense.
It cannot repair.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, January 20, 2019

1193 - Predator



Predator
On receiving medical news.

Imagine a river,
Wide, inviting, shimmering
Calm on a quiet, balmy morning.

Every day, relaxed,
You strip off your cares,
Your dusty, soiled garments
of yesterday
and slip gratefully
Into the fresh waters
Of a new day.

Imagine this,
This daily ritual.
Refresh and renew.
The river of life.

One day, a local asks
"Did you know
There is a crocodile
In the river?"

Nothing has changed.
But everything has.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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