739 - The Heavenly Retirement Village

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #172) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 

irritation, sound, disclose, bliss, last, signal,

appetite, sun, flamboyant, jumbled, point, tire.

The Heavenly Retirement Village

What would life be 

Without irritations?

We humans, or some of us at least,

Pine for the eternal and unending 

Bliss of Heaven,

Possibly, for some, with added virgins,

Possibly with unending blue skies 

And glorious sunshine

And the sounds of golden trumpets.

But really? 

For an eternity?

For ever and ever and ever?

Surely we would tire of it?

Just as our earthly incarnations

Have little appetite for uniformity

And unending repetition,

Thinking of clothes, 

Of food, 

Of music,

We thrive on a jumbled life,

On a mixture of the flamboyant,

Of the mundane and of the different.

And that’s the point really,

Variety is truly the spice of life,

We want each day to disclose new things,

Granted, not disastrous things, but new things,

Each different to the last in some way,

In a way that tantalizes us, 

That surprises us,

That signals that today is different 

To yesterday.  

And to tomorrow.

If every day is the same

Where is the need for emotion?

For laughter, for tears, for surprise?

And, without emotion,

Where is life?

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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738 - Armchair Athletes.

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

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

The words this week were: farce, glistening and lucky

Armchair Athletes

It’s a farce really.

The headlines scream

AUSTRALIA WINS GOLD!

Well, no, not really.

Australia is a large lump

Of old, mineral-rich desert,

Slowly being shipped

Overseas,

One boatful at a time.

Shipped overseas to make

Commonwealth Games medals; 

Lovely glistening discs

Of gold, silver and bronze,

Rewards for effort,

Rewards for 

Early mornings,

Hard days and 

Early nights.

And the occasional

Lucky break.

But they belong

To the athletes.

Meanwhile

The armchair athletes

Cheer on Australia,

Take reflected pride

In the country’s medal tally.

Take a reflected 

And rather queer pride

In things they never did

Or wanted to do.

But somehow they are

Proud of it anyway.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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737 - A Pig Wrestling Boycott

Poets United Midweek Motif : Boycott

A Pig Wrestling Boycott

There are those 

Who seem to require

Conflict at every turn;

Unconcerned

For the harm they cause

Or the bridges 

They burn.

They fight

With a cruel 

Perverse delight

Because

They have one basic aim:

To drag you 

with them 

Into the mire—

Best you don’t play 

That game.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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736 - Master Jack

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #171) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 

dabble, thrill, whack, hallowed, blasts, stained,

hunt, unfolds, shallow, center, skill, reveal

Master Jack

This is the tale of Master Jack,

A thrill seeker, of sorts,

He dabbles in all kind of things

Like making beers and ports,

He’s tried to paint and made stained glass

But never took to sports.

He’s whacked in nails, he’s cut up wood,

He’s hung and centred prints,

He’s mixed strange potions in his shed,

Then ignited them with flints.

The blasts that came from some of these

Are talked of ever since.

He played with words and written things,

Poems, prose and letters;

His favourite task on a rainy night 

Is to bravely try to net a

Pun or double entendre,

The naughtier, the better.

He’s poked fun at hallowed icons,

He’s pruned a lemon tree,

He’s made a shallow garden patch

He’s sailed upon the sea,

He’s built a robust barbeque

That will outlive World War III.

He’s made the perfect omelette,

He’s emptied out the drains,

He’s eaten deep fried guinea-pigs,

He’s slept upon a plane.

He’s unfolded paper road maps

And refolded them again.

Yet when his deathbed beckons him,

To look back on what he’s done,

At all the skills he’s tinkered with,


He’ll say it has been fun

But examination will reveal

That he hadn’t mastered one.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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735 - Freedom

Freedom 

Freedom 

Is a relative thing,

And, rather than displayed,

The bars 

That seem to hold us in

Are, 

Overall, 

Self-made.

These rods,


A  gift 

From meddling gods,

Begin

To melt 

And fall away,

As we embrace 

The coming spring

And shun 

The winter’s grey.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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734 - The Social Club

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

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

The words this week were: liberal, profane and quarrelsome.

The Social Club

We all err on occasion,

And, driven by civic pride

Or perhaps some dark social guilt,

We join committees,

Volunteer to help some

Worthy Cause.

Sometimes the profane—

School management,

A club secretary, or worse,

A junior athletics coach.

Sometimes the more secular—

Church cake stalls,

Opportunity shops,
Liberal Party canvassing,

And the weekly meeting organisers.

Invariably, as a seemingly

Immutable law of nature,

We meet up with one,

Two, or sometimes, alarmingly,

Even more of The Ladies.

The Ladies run the show.

Large pigeon-breasted women

In floral frocks, with permed 

And largely indestructible hair,

Always quarrelsome,

Always strident,

Smelling of Camay soap

And the last dregs of Blue Grass,

Never ever able to understand

Why you have no wish

To go door to door,

Selling lamingtons.

They are the rocks of our society

On which many a good deed

Has perished.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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733 - Le Tour

Poets United Midweek Motif is "Le Tour de France".

This is the time of Tour de Fronce,

Avoid it if you have the chonce—

Ev’ry year, the same design,

An endless bloody conga line

Of sweaty men in Lycra ponce.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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732 - The Forest

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #170) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 

magic, forest, swarm, storming, words, without

hangs, while, thrive, passions, creature, jump, hum.

In a week of bad news 
From Gaza and the Ukraine,
The mood is sombre.

The Forest

There are demons in the forest,

Creatures of passion and venom,

Creatures who thrive on conflict,

Creatures who wait, impatient,

To swarm like impatient ants,

Wait to jump at the first opportunity

Without sense or sensibility.

Tribal foot soldiers,

Fed words of hate;

Words intended to engender fear 

For people they have never met,

People accused of witchcraft and magic,

Of eating the new born,

Of worshipping cloven beasts.

Or so they believe.

◊◊◊

We all have such an inner copse,

Where the air hangs heavy with suspicion,

Where fears breed and multiply

Ready to emerge

Like an avenging army 

Storming over the surrounding fields

While knowing little,

And learning nothing,

Of the local villagers.

Innocent bystanders.

Collateral damage.

◊◊◊

There is a murmur in the forest:

The hum of activity,

The hammering of metal,

The stamping of feet,

The throb of anthems.

The birds are leaving

And the sheep in the fields
Graze fitfully.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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731 - Nocturnal Emissions

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

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

The words this week were: fraught, honourable, nocturnal.

After a few late night sitting in the parliament,

the Australian Government took the foolish,

but ideologically driven, step of

removing the price on carbon pollution.

Sadly, too many of them think God will save them.

Nocturnal Emissions

The honourable crew decided,

In a manner rather fitting,

To return us to a darkened state

With a late night sitting.

The science was roundly derided,

The lies were unremitting,

The guillotine gagged debate,

The party whips were spitting.

And so they sat, this gallant bunch,

Lawyers, doctors, bankers,

And took a fraught and backward pace,

To ignore the climate canker.

Once we come to the final crunch,

The Eden for which they hanker,

Will be a most unpleasant place—

The bunch of bloody wankers.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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730 - The Snake Lady

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ World Snake Day

The Snake Lady

A woman with her hair full of snakes,

Is a menace, ev’ry step that she takes—

All her social outings

End with screaming and shouting

And she gives her poor hairdresser the shakes.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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729 - The Old Soldier

The above photo (or something a bit like it)

was the prompt at The Mag.

The stairs, and their wear, made me think

of old things and repetition.

Sounds like a cue for a villanelle.

The Old Soldier

Fearful of all that lay ahead

And bearing the scars of pointless war,

He climbed the staircase to his bed.

He’d walked amongst the living dead

On a Stygian sea he’d washed ashore,

Fearful of all that lay ahead.

Many had died and many had fled,

Remembering all in this broken corps 

He climbed the staircase to his bed.

But he seldom slept, for the dread

That would drench him to the core,

Fearful of all that lay ahead.

With heavy heart and weary head,

As he had so oft before,

He climbed the staircase to his bed.

He could see the future, so it’s said,

Visions he could not ignore,

Fearful of all that lay ahead

He climbed the staircase to his bed.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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728 - Milk, with cream on top.

Mad Kane has a weekly limerick challenge.

She provides the first line,

The rest is up to us.

A woman was lying on the floor

When her husband walked through the door.

He ruefully assessed,

As the milkman got dressed,

That his milk would be costing much more.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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727 - The Insatiable Boredom of Being.

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #169) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 

eclipse, piece, throat, shot, honors, lackluster,

side, cheeky, manufactured, millions, hike, room

The Insatiable Boredom of Being.

The fireworks shot high

Into the sky,

Exploded into millions

Of tiny stars

That twinkled briefly

And then, falling,

Faded to oblivion.

Only to be replaced, 

Eclipsed,

By the next one;

Bigger, brighter, 

More sparkly.

The insatiable desire

For manufactured

Entertainment,

Where each new act

To enter the room

Will be shown to be

Tawdry and lacklustre,

Compared to the piece 

Which replaces it.

Each new thrill,

New show,

New sideshow,

New cheeky titillation,

New lover,

New popular hit—

Cerebral, gastronomic or chemical

Must be a hike 

In the previous,

Must draw a gasp 

From the throat of the viewer,

Must draw the crowd to its feet

Applauding, 

Shouting ‘More’.

More.

More.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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Dear Dorothy Dix...

A strange SMS series yesterday.

I have omitted the first line

to avoid identifying the sender, 

she had asked me how the trip was.
In seven comments, a relationship
spiralled into the poo.  Incroyable.

I believe it was also a full moon.

Note: the comments 
are part of the composition,
but no new comments
can be added.

Dear Dorothy

Dearest Dorothy Dix,

The house was not made of good bricks,

A flippant response 

From the top of my nonce

Displayed just straw and not sticks.

Let me say further Miss Dix,

The reply just knocked me for six,

With a minimum of words

A crude blow has incurred*,

Should I go or attempt at a fix?

Puzzled of Melbourne.

Dear Puzzled of Melbourne, you clot!

Why on earth do you need to ask? Dot.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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* “va te faire foutre” = “Go fuck yourself”.

726 - Devil's Spawn.

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

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

The words this week were: eerie, guarded, translucent.

Devil’s Spawn

The dark is filled 

With Devil’s spawn,

Eerie and provoking;

The nasty creatures 

Play on you,

Until drowning, 

Choking,

You fall—

Weak, 

To the words they call.

Hold true!

Guarded, 

If uncertain.

To the east, 

A translucent dawn

Rises like a curtain.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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725 - Thoughts from Paris.

Thoughts from Paris

The Moulin Rouge has plenty of girls,

With feathers and boas and pearls,

And sweet little tits

Of a size that permits

Dancing with high kicks and swirls.

◊◊◊

The country has so many cheeses

And foie gras, from well-fattened geeses,

And fresh crusty bread,

And wines, white and red—

A mix that constantly pleases.

◊◊◊

A Parisien girl on a bicyclette

Left me images, hard to forget.

Of a tall elegant kind,

Her coat billowed behind,

And long legs completed the effect.

◊◊◊

With so many sweet gateaux (and their kin),

It’s hard to know where to begin.

But what puzzles me more

Than the calories they store,

Is: how Parisiens keep so thin?

◊◊◊

The Metro induces strange habits,

To come and then go, as White Rabbits,

But as you board and alight,

Keep your wallet from sight,

As there are plenty there willing to nab it.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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724 - Meanwhile, in a park...

A lady with a lyre, for a lark,
Played by a lake in the park;
She then rode on a carp
While plucking the harp,
And the dress code was kind of stark.

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A mischievous fellow, for a lark,

Pissed on a lyre in a park.

Surprisingly he found

A vastly improved sound

‘Though the owner was, shall we say, dark.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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723 : A scientist goes exploring...

A scientist in the Southern Pacific

Was given a warning, specific:

“Those girls in grass skirts

Are all terrible flirts;

But touch, for a death most horrific.”

The temptation was too much to withstand
But things didn't go quite as he planned.
The girls trussed him and staked him
And then slowly baked him
Over hot rocks in the sand.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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722 : A fellow had bought a device...

Mad Kane has a weekly limerick challenge.

She provides the first line,

The rest is up to us.

A fellow had bought a device

Intended for husking brown rice.

But he altered the setting

Then added some netting

And found the sensation quite nice.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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721 : A woman who offered ‘a la carte’...

Sunday Scribblings had the prompt ‘pastry.

This is a bad prompt for me:

There are too many naughty connotations.

But I wasn’t about to let that stop me.

A woman who offered ‘a la carte’

Was viewed by the men as a tart.

While the term is not nice

They would still ‘have a slice’

Before the time came to depart.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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720 : The Meeting

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #166) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are: 

dark, praying, tarot, dancing, seduce, creature,

gun, plague, penny, blood, levitate, dreadful, kiss

The Meeting

It was a normal meeting:

Hats and coats hung up,

Tables and chairs arranged,

Drinks distributed,

A pentangle drawn in blood…

But today would be different

Very, very different.

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The room went dark

The odd red spark;

The creatures vile


Who dribbled bile;

The serpent’s hiss

The sulph’rous kiss;

The dreadful smell

Of pits from Hell;

The dancing souls,

The flaming poles;

The tarot cards,

The cutting shards;

The naked fawns

Seduced on lawns;

Levi-tated

Corpses mated;

Souls, if any,

For a penny;

Palms well greased,

Plagues released;

The faithful sing

A praying ring;

No guns repel

The team from Hell.

But lights disperse

This demon curse —

Once comes the sun

The party's done

And so they went,

To parliament.

◊◊◊

And so it was, 

Dear reader,

The quietest Liberal* 

Party room meeting

In many a year.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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*In the Australian sense,

Liberal = Conservative = Republican.

719 : I Awoke One Day

dVerse had the prompt ‘repetition’, 

with a villanelle as a possible form.  

Ok, here’s a villanelle.
Pity I missed the cut-off by four hours.

I awoke one day

I awoke one day and you were not there

The world, once warm, was now cold and bleak

You’d gone away and I knew not where.

The emptiness overwhelmed, hard to bear

I framed some words but couldn’t speak

When I awoke one day and you were not there

It was natural, I suppose, to feel despair

But it hung upon me, like a leaden sheet:

You’d gone away and I knew not where.

Without your laughter to fill the air

Life was dull, no longer sweet,

When I awoke one day and you were not there

The table now has an empty chair

And meals have lost their sweet mystique.

You’ve gone away and I know not where.

We instinctively feel life should be fair

But the evidence for that is rather weak.

I awoke one day and you were not there

You’d gone away and I knew not where.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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718 : Sharing the Cake

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

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

The words this week were: intrigue, connive, vehement.

And Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asks for a Herrick's Stanza.

So...

Sharing the Cake.

It never fails to intrigue me

How some folk will connive

To corner more than their fair share

And then thereby deprive

The meek,

The fair,

The slow,

The weak,

Of their

Portion of life’s posting

And to rashly ask why this should be

Will earn a vehement roasting.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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717 : A certain old harlot of Suva

ROTFL had the prompt "Domestic Appliances".

A certain old harlot of Suva

Thought she was some kind of a groover;

She entertained all the boys

With a selection of toys

That she ran with a secondhand Hoover.

She played out her role as a whore

Then rolled over and started to snore:

There, tattooed on her bum,

For those who’d just come

Was ‘Pay on your way out the door.”

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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716 : The Absolute Pits

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #165) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

wish, porcelain, split, cliff, whistle, rip, chimney,

habits, drilled, six, fortunes, drink, pit

The Absolute Pits

Where have we come,

Where chimneys are viewed

As prettier than windmills?

Where we rip coal from

The bowels of the earth

To burn, to pollute

To increase the fortunes 

Of an arrogant few.

Where the ground is drilled,

The rock is split

To release gas to burn

But to make the water

Unfit to drink.

Where we think 

We can pollute 

With impunity

And just wish away

The consequences?

Where dog-whistle politics

Drives us relentlessly

Towards the edge of the cliff

Of survival.

Where we are encouraged 

To gaze at the horizon

And ignore the precipice

Before us.

Crystal decanters, 

Fine linen cloths,

And porcelain tea services,

Mean little

If you cannot 

Breathe the air

Or drink the water.

Of the seven deadly sins,

Six are nasty enough, 

Bad habits for the owner,

But greed, 

Greed has a wider impact—

Greed hurts everyone.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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715 : George and the Dragon, the remake.

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

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

The words this week were: crisis, gripe, stall.

Not sure why I went down the dragon line.

Perhaps it was due to the comments to the previous post.

With a guest appearance by Miss Osner's dachshunds.

George and the Dragon

An alternative account.

They left in a fanfare of enthusiasm

With laughter, cheers and snickers

Some people threw long paper streamers

Some women threw their knickers.

The group consisted of a gallant crew,

Each ready to do what they must,

They had tents and beds and socks and pans,

And a hose, to settle dust.

Their leader was a well known knight

On a beautiful snow white horse.

He thought he was God’s gift to man

And to the girls, of course.

The rest of this merry but motley band

Was a bunch of erstwhile rebels;

A banker, a dancer, several accountants

And two dachshunds called Oskar and Pebbles.

They soon encountered a serious glitch,

A crisis of the nastiest kind:

In the rush to mount the expedition

They’d left their cook behind.

So what to do?  They’d a dragon yet to find

But still they had to eat.

But none have ever entered a kitchen

So had no taste for heat.

“If I have one gripe”, the banker said,

“It’s the lack of decent cheese” 

“Who needs a cook to prepare your meals

If you have bread and ripened bries?”

“I smell burning”, an accountant claimed

“Is someone trying to grill?”

“Well, it’s me!” a large and scaly dragon said

Have you writ and filed your will?”

“Yikes!” the band exclaimed in deep dismay

“We never saw you sitting there!

Please don’t flame grill our wretched team

It would be terribly unfair!”

The dragon was loath to stall his feast

He fancied a nice barbecue;

The team were not so keen with this

And pondered what to do.

At last they talked to the dragon’s team

And a deal was finally forged;

A simple vote then settled the deal

And the dragon was well fed, 

By George.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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714 : The Observer

The above photo (or something a bit like it)

was the prompt at The Mag.

Made me think of spying.

The Observer

In the field of diplomacy

Things go on that we never see,

In back rooms and transit vans

Wires are tapped and photos scanned.

We watch them

And they watch us

The only time there’s any fuss

Is when they catch us doing it.

They hack into our lines 

And then try to find

Evidence of morality failure,

Useful for the creative blackmailer.

We watch them

And they watch us

The only time there’s any fuss

Is when they catch us doing it.

It’s not always a glamorous job

It’s enough to make a grown spy sob

Listening to the President’s wife

Rambling on about palace life.

We watch them

And they watch us

The only time there’s any fuss

Is when they catch us doing it.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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713 : Miss Quoted.

Mad Kane has a weekly limerick challenge.

She provides the first line rhyme word,

The rest is up to us.

Miss Quoted.

A fellow was trying to write

A poem, on a girl, at night.

While his notepad was raw,

He fell out with the law

As his poem wasn’t polite.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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712 : Hearts and Flowers

In response to but not entirely meeting an
 “Imaginary Garden with Real Toads” prompt.

Image provided by a friend.

While they are a gift,

The heart is in the sending,

Not just the flowers.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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711 : The Sum of a Beach

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #164) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

muffled, sizzle, back, language, numbers, single,

right, power, existence, stomping, hello, place

The Sum of a Beach.

At a time when existence is one of recurring waves of despair,

despair for our humanity, our planet, our future,

the beach is a place to put it all back in perspective.

You hear it before you see it,

Approaching it

Through the scrubby bush,

A gentle muffled noise,

Like cellophane scrunching,

Then silence.

Again the noise, 

Then silence.

Labouring through 

Loose dry sand

You trudge on, 

Until the scene 

Opens before you.

A broad expanse of sand,

With waves breaking along it.

Children, running to and fro,

Squealing with delight,

Racing in and out of the water,

Building sand castles

With tunnels 

And moats,

And stomping on them 

To the delight 

Or sometimes 

Dismay 

Of the budding architects.

Laughter, the common language.

Dogs, wet and excited,

Rush up to say “hello”

Then gallop off to chase

Flocks 

Of disdainful gulls,

Or balls,

Or children,

Or each other,

Running right into the waves

And galloping out again,

Dripping both salty water

And the foamy 

Slobber of excitement.

Seaweed in long strands,

Like strings of pearls,

Litter the high tide line.

Cuttlefish bones,

In numbers 

To numerous to count,

Litter the sand,

Like so many 

Abandoned surfboards.

The crazy kaleidoscope of beach life:

Hats, zinc cream, ice-cream, 

Parents in whatever shade they can find, 

The well tanned and the well cooked, 

The sizzle of the BBQs, 

The swimmers bobbing in the water, 

The surfers wobbling towards the shore, 

A single yacht, far out on the horizon, 

Appears frozen in time and space, 

But probably isn’t.

All the while

The waves,

With a understated power,

Break and retreat.

Break and retreat.

The rhythm of life.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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710 : Two Halves

Three Word Wednesday requires participants

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

The words this week were: bond, grumble, painless.

Two Halves.

What is it 

That creates a bond,

A bridge, 

A meeting of minds?

What permits 

An intersecting

Of Souls 

Of different kinds?

We agree

That it’s not easy.

Reflecting,

We grumble 

But accept 

It’s not painless 

But see beyond

To where 

Memories 

Are kept.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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709 : The New Day

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #163) presents a list of words

that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

sturdy, scent, propel, chase, terrain, fluid,

paving, launch, countless, field, lean, jovial

The New Day

Some people fall from bed.

Some people crawl from bed,

Reluctant to leave this padded field of dreams

For the, they say, cold terrain of reality;

They're happier to stay in their feathered bed

With sturdy little legs (on the bed)

And generous padding and woolly embrace

(Still talking about the bed)

Rather than propel themselves into a new day,

Rather than to launch themselves upon

A, quite frankly, uncaring world.

They remain snug, comatose and curled

Like so many sleeping slugs

Found beneath my paving stones.

Others, of course,

(And they are hated by the first)

Burst from their beds,

Bright-eyed and jovial,

Eager to venture forth,

Liking nothing better than

To lean reflectively against trees

In the early morning light,

Cupping their hands 

Around mugs of hot fluids

(Not always herbal teas

Despite the aspersions made by 

Their less energetic 

And horizontal opposites)

They stand there,

With the hot fluids of their choice,

Watching the world unfold,

As the sun breaks through the leaves,

As small birds flit from bush to bush,

Chasing equally flitty insects,

As webs boast their jewellery of evening dew,

Absorbing the smells, the sights, the sounds,

Heaven seen,

Heaven heard,

Heaven scent.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014

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