Sunday, December 10, 2017

1161 - Buying The Grinch



Buying the Grinch

Forget the story history tells,
Consumption’s now the game.
So what if your budget’s bust
To avoid that grinchly name?

So buy.
Do not ask why.
You must.
The ads have told us so—
Cash registers play Jingle Bells,
Merchants whisper Ho-Ho-Ho.
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© 2017 J Cosmo Newbery

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Monday, December 04, 2017

1160 - Ocean


Haiku Horizons has the prompt "Ocean"


Ocean

We are all at sea—
Swept along by the currents:
Not waving, drowning.
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© 2017 J Cosmo Newbery

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Sunday, December 03, 2017

Repost - As game as they come.

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Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.
She provides the first line, the rest is up to us. 
Here are my efforts this week:


A woman who always seemed game
Developed spots with a long Latin name.
She'd got infected
After sex unprotected;
But was at a loss to know who was to blame.

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© 2017 J Cosmo Newbery

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1159 - For whom the jingle bells toll


Company Christmas Party on Friday.
The music was too loud to talk.
I am too old to put up with it.


For whom the jingle bells toll.

"No man is an island"
I can relate to the meaning inferred
But such wisdom departs
When the dance music starts
And no-one can hear or be heard.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

1158 - What could go wrong?


What could go wrong?

"the spirit is willing,
but the flesh is weak."
- Matthew 26:41

As machine algorithms invade out life,
Translation provides a challenge.

The gin is quite good
But the meat has gone flaccid.
Translation error?
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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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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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

1156 - Harvest


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #321) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

possible, pretense, individual, light, challenge, teeming,
route, drug, shock, jump, bulk, dearth


Harvest.

There's no dearth of kindness
In this world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers.
- Gerald Massey

Some individuals prickle,
Spikey and aggressive.
They seem to enjoy it—
As if it is a drug of sorts—
Enjoy the challenge
To get under our skin,
To shock,
To hurt,
Too often.

But on reflection,
Offence is taken,
Not given.
In a day teeming with words
The bulk of them fly past.
Why is it possible 
For some to make us jump
While others go almost unnoticed?
Perhaps the route to a happy life
Is to let them all go past.

But what if it is all pretense?
Paraphrasing Gibran—
If thorns are all they have to give
Then is giving them
Generosity
On their part?
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Sunday, October 08, 2017

1155 - The Starless Night


Sunday Whirl (Wordle #320) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

road, lift, charge, star, swirl, mystery, 
struggle, fringe, list, sigh, storm, power



The Starless Night

“It is hard for a free fish to understand
what is happening to a hooked one.”
― Karl A. Menninger

Not every road
Is smooth,
Downhill
And awash 
With the warm tones
Of early morning sunlight.

Some struggle on paths
That are littered
With a fearsome list of obstacles,
Strewn with rocks and pits.

They walk on,
Battered by wild storms,
Some of their making,
Others, mysteriously, not so.
Storms that swirl
With oppressive power
Crackle with charged menace
And ominous rumblings.
They seem to attract them.

These are the night dwellers
The fringe dwellers,
Where life has no dawn.
Where living, 
Generously interpreted,
Has no stars.
Even Vincent had stars.
With nothing to lift the eyes,
Or the spirits,
They trudge on,
Stopping occasionally
To sigh.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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Friday, September 29, 2017

1154 - Friend or Faux?



Sunday Whirl (Wordle #318) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

faux, hope, crossroads, brace, chain, rebel, 
pen, quake, chase, ding, bottom, lock


Friend or Faux?

All relationships start with hope,
And with expectations.
Some realistic, some less so.
But ultimately we are chasing 
After a mirage, a idealised impossibility.
And so we eventually we come to crossroads:
A point where things are put to the test,
Where the varnish of infatuation
Peels away and we must decide—
Decide if the reality is of value.
Most understandably quake at this decision,
Baulk at making a break,
Or stepping away from their clan
And so remain chained,
Imprisoned in their indecision.


It is not a case of sudden death—
Ding!  Next contestant, please!
That would be tough.
Nor is it a case of wanting to rebel.
Sometimes you just feel 
That you have reached the bottom,
That something has to give.
So give.
Brace yourself for what may be.
Unlock the pen,
See if they fly away.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017
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