Sunday, March 27, 2011

CCXX - Misplaced Infusiasm

One Minute Writer had a topic "Tea"

Misplaced Infusiasm

Tea drinkers are a diverse lot:
Jigglers, danglers and ceramic pots.
Some love to stew
Their herbal brew
While others would definitely not.

Some opt for China cups with class,
While others sip it from a glass.
There’s a profusion
Of different infusions,
The majority tasting like grass.

The purveyors of the dried leaf
Instil in their followers a belief
That the polyphenolics
Will make the tea-oholic’s
Stay on this planet quite long, not brief.

Thus buoyed with herbal enthusiasm
For their drug’s medicinal infusiasm
They look rather silly
As they gild the lily
And just add to the dietary confusiasm.

With a certainty that usually rankles
We are told, tea when drunk by the tank’ll,
Cure all known ills,
The pox and the chills,
And the spots that appear on your ankles.

Tea drinking has many who employ it
And, as a ritual, I’ve no wish to destroy it.
There’s a reason, I agree,
For partaking in tea:
You do it because you enjoy it.

© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery


Sunday, March 20, 2011

CCXIX - A sonnet to a brilliant mind


Australian Mensa has a poetry competition going at the moment.
The topic is 'Brilliance'. I probably wont submit this poem.

A sonnet to a brilliant mind.

There was no doubt that he was smart,
He clearly knew a thing or two.
He recited Latin off by heart
And knew the physics of the letter mu.

But our hero had a fatal trait,
Too common in those quite bright:
In finding fault and setting it straight,
Brilliance throws an unkind light.

He loved to take the pedant’s role
And publicly skewer the defenceless:
It got too much for one poor soul
Who turned and beat him senseless.

So now, beneath the daisies, in the danky peat
He instructs the little earthworms on the proper way to eat.

© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery


Monday, March 14, 2011

CCXVIII - It is quite large.

Theme Thursday had a topic of "Space".
Sunday Scribblings had a topic of "Big".
This post is a collision of the two.
It started life as a rondeau but morphed due to rhyming issues.

It is quite large.

There is no doubt, it is quite large
And no-one seems to be in charge
Of this condensed cosmic place,
Hurtling through the depths of space.
They cannot even tell it’s shape,
Donut, disc or endless tape,
And that’s not for want of trying
But, of one thing, there’s no denying,
It is quite large.

In a contrary tale, somewhat taller
The world, I’m told, is getting smaller.
Yes, I’m sceptical, but that ain’t it:
I just wouldn’t want to have to paint it;
It is quite large.

© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery


Saturday, March 05, 2011

CCXVII - All that glistens


Been on the receiving end of a few senior management types recently;
the types who think that, because something looks good on a spreadsheet, it is good.

Even if the goals are contradictory.

All that Glistens

"We have a job for you:
We’re sure that you’re the man
To bring together opposites,
And on budget, if you can."

"We know it sounds impossible,
Combining scissors paper rocks,
But you can make it happen
If you think outside the box."

Oh, spare me from the platitudes
That stifle all debates,
Nothing is impossible
To the man who delegates.

The task, it is more difficult,
Far harder than he thinks;
A dead herring gleams in moonlight
But even so, it stinks.

© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery