Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Sunday, November 25, 2018
1192 - Something has gone terribly wrong...
"Something has gone terrible wrong"
LNP Party spokesperson, election night.
There is some comfort in knowing
That fear and greed and hate
Does not have the capacity
To win our main debate.
It's sad
But it was all they had.
And a pity
That they could just condemn.
But the end result was showing—
We're more mature than them.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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For the international readers:
In Australia, the LNP are the repository of
right-wing religious extremists
and use the colour blue.
Largely Republican in outlook.
The ALP is the left-wing progressives,
sometimes called Socialists
but a badge worn with pride here,
and use the colour red.
Largely Democratic in outlook.
In Australia, the LNP are the repository of
right-wing religious extremists
and use the colour blue.
Largely Republican in outlook.
The ALP is the left-wing progressives,
sometimes called Socialists
but a badge worn with pride here,
and use the colour red.
Largely Democratic in outlook.
Sunday, November 18, 2018
1191 - Sorry Honey...
Haiku Horizon's prompt: Smart
Sorry Honey...
You think you're so smart.
You think that you're the bee's knees.
A sure sign you're not.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sorry Honey...
You think you're so smart.
You think that you're the bee's knees.
A sure sign you're not.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, November 11, 2018
1190 - We Never Learn
We Never Learn
Nothing
In this world
Is constant—
Change
Is the normal state.
Things begin,
Mature
And decay,
Create
And recreate,
Again
And again
And again.
This way
Mistakes
Of yesteryear
Can be the shadowy
Blueprint
For tomorrow's
Brave frontier.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Nothing
In this world
Is constant—
Change
Is the normal state.
Things begin,
Mature
And decay,
Create
And recreate,
Again
And again
And again.
This way
Mistakes
Of yesteryear
Can be the shadowy
Blueprint
For tomorrow's
Brave frontier.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Wednesday, October 31, 2018
1189 - Reflections
An all day meeting in Sydney finished at 12:30pm.
Couldn't change my ticket, so...
Reflections
A free afternoon—
Sitting around an airport:
Some time to reflect.
A long afternoon,
Just watching the passing parade.
Drink airport coffee.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Couldn't change my ticket, so...
Reflections
A free afternoon—
Sitting around an airport:
Some time to reflect.
A long afternoon,
Just watching the passing parade.
Drink airport coffee.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Sunday, October 28, 2018
1188 - Neanderthals
Mad Kane's limerick prompt: sent.
Neanderthals
The politics of the right are content
To return us to caves or a tent.
One hopes that the goal
Of the upcoming poll
Is that they don't just go but are sent.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Neanderthals
The politics of the right are content
To return us to caves or a tent.
One hopes that the goal
Of the upcoming poll
Is that they don't just go but are sent.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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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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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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1186 - Capital Works
Prompt: wolf
Capital Works
Capitoline wolf.
Philosopher emperors.
Good roads and crossed paths.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Capital Works
Capitoline wolf.
Philosopher emperors.
Good roads and crossed paths.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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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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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Evans no!
It's Gareth's defence:
"It seemed like a good idea"
But wasn't that flash.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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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—
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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© 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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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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They came seeking help.
Detained, they are left to rot.
Where's the compassion?
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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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.
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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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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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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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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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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Shirley Valentine—
Went on a Greek holiday;
Rekindled her flame.
.
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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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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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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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© 2018 J Cosmo Newbery
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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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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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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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“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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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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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
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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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
---
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?
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.
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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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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