Showing posts with label Haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haiku. Show all posts

Saturday, April 11, 2026

1880 - This poem...

 

What's going on suggested we write a poem that starts with the words:


This poem…

“What a strange way to start” he thought.
This poem… and now what?
It has no objective, no destination.
How do you write to something like that?
Well, this poem makes no sense.
Perhaps it is not meant to?
Is it meant to be a limerick?
Perhaps.
There was a old poet of Oz
Who rambled rather lost becoz
The topic prescribed
Was poorly described
And he had no idea where he woz.
No, this poem isn’t a limerick.
And too long to be a haiku.  Or is it?
No topic to use—
The Keyboard rattles about
Producing some words.
Hmmm…technical rather than emotional.
Or a villanelle perhaps?
Please God, no, not  a villanelle.
There is nothing for it.
This poem is over.




Saturday, April 26, 2025

1368 - The Divide

 



The Divide


A walk in the rain.

It's only on the outside—

An inner sunshine.


1367 - Layers

 



Layers

Stripped of all layers,

Cold, naked and terrified—

Foetal position.


Thursday, June 02, 2022

1577 - Missed


 

Missed.

A deathbed request:
"Some of your oatcakes please..."
But she couldn't wait.
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© 2022  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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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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Saturday, October 28, 2017

1157 - Did I hear the corn jar shake?



Feeding the chickens.
One of life's small mysteries:
How do they smell corn?
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Monday, September 21, 2015

827 - After


Haiku Horizons has the prompt “After”.


We race on blindly,
Never stopping to wonder—
What are we after?


The harsh aftermath
Of quick and rash decisions—
The pits of regret.


After all has been said
And all that can be, has been done,
More is said than done.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, September 20, 2015

826 - A random thoughts on a lazy Sunday


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #217) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:
evict, nick, trick, valley, threat, scent,
dash, deny, try, subside, flee, free


A random thoughts on a lazy Sunday

A cat lies nearby.
Not mine, a neighbours perhaps.
The birds sense the threat.


Evict the white ants—
They undermine the party!
Will Malcolm do it?


There are many cuts
So why do the smallest nicks
Seem to hurt the most?


Three year old children—
They try every trick in the book,
But never new ones.


The darkest valley
Owes its very existence
To the hills around.


There is a sweet scent
That so reminds me of you.
Best I not say what.


We dash to and fro,
Mistaking activity
As some achievement.


Head stuck in the sand.
You can deny the science
But, still, it happens.


We mistakenly
Try to please everyone.
Someone is not pleased.


Change is worrying.
Anxiety will subside,
Eventually.


People flee warzones,
Looking for a safe haven.
We created them.


The cat is still there,
Free to leave when it wants to.
But cats always are.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

824 - Before


Haiku Horizons has the prompt “Before”.

Have we met before?
In another life, perhaps?
Welcome back, my friend.


Before time began
There was only a dark void—
Time creates clutter.


Before now was then.
Beyond now is vaguely when.
Now is all there is.


Before you depart
Set your accounts in order.
Leave with no regrets.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, September 13, 2015

823 - Three Haikus

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: fatal, glimmer, impartial.




Shielded from the truth,
A photo reaches our heart—
A glimmer of hope.




People in distress,
Good time to be impartial—
Everyone matters.




Assumes people heartless,
Tries to instill fear in them—
A fatal mistake.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Monday, August 31, 2015

819 - Past

Haiku Horizons has the prompt ‘Past’.


The past is no more.
The future, but a promise.
Eat, drink, be merry.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Friday, August 21, 2015

816 - Mistakes


Sunday Scribblings 2’s prompt: mistakes.


Mistakes

When mistakes are made
We look outside for reasons
When they are within.


Assumptions are flawed:
One plus one does not make two—
In binary maths.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

814 - A Leaden Haiku or two.


Haiku Horizons has the prompt ‘Lead’.
Something of an ambiguous word when taken out of context.
Here goes:


A Leaden Haiku or two.

All paths lead to Rome.
So they would have us believe;
Mine leads to the world.


Politics is dire.
Where have all the leaders gone?
A depressing void.


We think we’ve found gold
But mistake weight for substance.
Just lead.  Heavy.  Cheap.


To turn lead to gold—
The alchemist’s holy grail.
But they all died poor.


Full of fancy words,
She lead me to think she cared.
Harsh words killed that thought.


Leaden clouds gathered.
The storm swirled around itself—
A whirling dervish.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, August 09, 2015

810 - Future Imperfect

Illustration: Banksy

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #211) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

plaster, chill, rattle, drum, recede, scry,
thread, web, know, sin, cry, creek



Future Imperfect.

I
The old lady sits at a baize-covered table
To scry, to ply the art of the ball and Tarot;
What she sees chills her old bones
And, muttering, she hopes it is not so.

II
The village has an idiot, old mad Tony,
Who delights in low grade baloney,
Always rattling the spear
Of racism and fear,
A story that’s self-serving but phoney.

III
You can plaster cracks
You can draw together stray threads,
But the faults remain.

IV
The old lady put away her cards
Covered her ball with a sheet
She knew that what she had seen was a sin:
To demonise, to imprison and mistreat.

V
Leaders should attend—
The drums of decent people
Echo through the house.

VI
The lies continue
They do not cease
They do not recede
They build upon each other
A progression
A Web
Of deceit
One upon another
As if the new one 
Will distract us from the old

VII
They are cogs in a corporate machine
Who worships their money and Queen,
We are lead up a creek
Where humanity is bleak
And paddles seldom are seen.

VIII
The old lady stood and departed her tent
What she had seen compelled her to cry.
She could see that the story was horrid
But had no way to fathom out why.

IX
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes.
- Les Miserables 
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Saturday, August 08, 2015

809 - Sundry Haikus

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: filth, addicted, and defiant.




Haiku 1.

We choose what offends—
One’s muck is another’s cream.
Filth is subjective.

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Haiku 2.

Addicted to gods;
Faith in fairies and voodoo—
Why do we need them?

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Haiku 3.

He stands defiant,
Denying the obvious—
The rich coal miner.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Saturday, August 01, 2015

808 - Birthday!



The first of August is the horse's birthday
in the southern hemisphere.


The first of August—
Give the horses a birthday!
(No secrets for them.)
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Thursday, July 09, 2015

801 - A Sleeping Baby

Haiku Horizons has the prompt: calm.

A sleeping baby,
A window of peace and calm—
Good time for some tea.

A sleeping baby,
Not a worry in the world:
Complete innocence.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, July 05, 2015

800 - Prickly Reflections

Haiku Horizons has the prompt ‘thorn’.


We all have some thorns.
We all have flowers and fruits.
Harvest carefully.

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Rose may have thorns.
If you change your perspective—
Thorns may have roses.

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Thorns are not too bad
If they offer protection.
Brer Rabbit agrees.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Sunday, June 28, 2015

796 - Tears

Haiku Horizons has the prompt “Tear”.

A quick decision.
Spontaneous.  Regretted.
We shed salty tears.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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