690 : Born to Rule

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

to use the three words of the week in a composition.

The words this week were: cunning, degenerate and emaciated.

Born to Rule

There’s a kind of 

smugness there;

A cunning smirk 

or two.

A high sense 

of entitlement,

With ribbons, 

regal blue.

Not coy,

They ignore 

the hoipolloi,

Intent

To rule 

by selling fears

Backed by 

degenerate affairs

And emaciated ideas.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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689 : A Blunt Quartet

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #153) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

sting, grind, natural, addition, plenty, warning,

rival, course, quartet, broken, response, blunt

A Blunt Quartet

To change is a natural desire,

To leave the daily grind;

We gladly jump from pan to fire,

To see what we will find.

All warnings are ignored, of course,

The rival camp seems warmer;

Not a response to a better force,

Just weary with the former.

The morning after is a sobering place,

Of crudely broken dreams.

With plenty of regrets we have to face

As we realise what it means.

There’s additional pain, both sharp and cruel,

Of this brave new spring—

As a nation we voted for these fools,

And therein lies the sting.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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688 : Did the earth move for you too, dear?

There have been earthquakes in Los Angeles recently.
It set me thinking...

The couple were intimately locked

When the building was seismically rocked.

The man was seen to withdraw 

And run out the door,

Leaving the poor woman, half-cocked.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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687 : Doing the Rounds

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #150) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

cage, fuel, assault, six, where, type

trigger, double, mercy, guess, easy, list

-- THIS IS FICTIONAL --

Doing the Rounds

[A clatter of chains, door creaks open]

Medic: How are we today Mr Newbery?

An old poet who was kept in a cage

To write his views of the age

Where all the insanity 

Of herds of humanity

Only went to fuel his rage.

Medic: I see.  Dark side unchanged.  Any improvement on the lighter side of the list?

My limericks are the purest of tripe

And usually the naughtiest type.

Where I quietly ponder

The double entendre

Of peaches—firm, round and ripe.

Medic: I’ll take that as a no.  Any other examples?

A guy claimed that he was possessed

When he fondled a young lady’s breast.

But her boyfriend spied him,

Bound him and tied him,

And then gave him six of the best.

Medic: I think you are getting worse.  What do you feel is the trigger for all of this?

I see myself a release

In those moments of strife—

A light relief 

In those moments of grief,

A chocolate profiterole 

On the tea-trolley of life.

Medic: Right.  Nurse, he's taken a turn for the verse.  Tighten the straps and double the medication.  

Mercy!

Medic:  He must be French.  He thanked me.  Come nurse, next patient…

[sounds of door shutting and bolting…]

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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