Monday, October 24, 2016

946 - Hell

Haiku Horizons has the prompt: shift.

Opinions can shift,
It’s not an unheard of thing—
But Hell will freeze first.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

Saturday, October 22, 2016

945 - Birthing Day

Birthing Day

It is your birthday.
But there were others present;
Remember them too.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

944 - P is for Perverse.

P is for Perverse

Is it civilized
To use phosphorus weapons
On civilians?

Victim turns bully,
Abandons moral high ground.
How soon they forget.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

Friday, October 21, 2016

943 - Talking Point

Poet’s United Mid-Week Motif: Conversation.

Talking Point

“Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, 
always runs more smoothly when lubricated.” 
― Marquis de Sade

While the Marquis raised a wry snicker,
Conversation increases with liquor.
And as the Romans opine
There’s truth in that wine
So you get to the climax much quicker.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

942 - The Gamble

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week are: 

symbolic, tendency, unhinged

The Gamble

The Oval office
Symbolic of the Power
Invested in One.

The tendency, wrong,
Is to assume sanity
Is also present.

We hope for the best.
But what if they are unhinged?
What do we do then?
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

941 - Gone Cuckoo

Sunday Scribblings 2 prompt: forbidding

Gone Cuckoo

Convicted porridge thief, Miss Goldilocks,
Wore flannel nightgowns and thick socks.
Her forbidding stare
Could curl your hair
And scare the cuckoos out of their clocks.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

940 - Mentor


You worked on me,
Taught me things
That now seem so obvious.
Taught me that starting 
Was the only way to finish,
That a good book
Contains all you need to know
If you are willing to learn from it.
Showed me how to create,
To paint, 
To cook,
To pause,
And to look around at the world
And marvel.

At night, 
In the fading
I can see you:
Frocked and smocked,
Wielding equally a hammer or a paint brush,
A rolling pin or a pen.
These were your tools of trade.
I can see your kitchen,
Your easels
And your workshed.
I can hear your music
And your words,
I can smell the linseed oil 
And the lavender.
You are now me
And I thank you for it.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

Monday, October 17, 2016

939 - Shape

Haiku Horizons has the prompt: shape.

It is a cruel truth,
Unexplored by science-
Bathroom mirrors lie.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

Sunday, October 16, 2016

938 - Cab

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.
She provides the rhyme word, the rest is up to us.
This week the word is ‘cab’.

A politician with the gift of the gab,
Too rich to have ever travelled by cab,
Got tired of his tower—
So had a shot at real power
And anything else he could grab.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

937 - No Tulips.

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #270) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.  

The words this week are:

spin, limit, flash, state, park, line,
flip, insulate, mimic, fade, rim, kick

No Tulips.

Have I parked in the right place?
Can I mention the war?
Did that player deserve the free kick?
I mean, will mentioning it cause me grief?
Will you turn on me?
And what if I state my preference
For the coming elections?
Will it flip the switch from docile
To hostile?
To a spitting monster of ridicule,
You with your flashing eyes and cutting words?
Can I live with my timidity?
Can I live without it?
Religion, of course, has even tighter limits,
Everything is spun  and recited
In a domestic mimic of a street
Purveyor of fine apocalypses.
Doomed.  We are all doomed.  Repent.
Lines, well rehearsed, are fired back
With the fine precision born of repetition.
Memories of past encounters,
Past eruptions of disapproval
Do. Not. Fade. 
Reborn with each remembrance
They resist attempts to insulate,
To forget.
But survival can depend on remembering
Where the rim of the precipice is,
Or the path around the minefield.
Tiptoeing helps
But is no guarantee.
It is curious that the phrase
Is ‘walking on eggshells’—
If the eggs are already broken,
Does it matter any more? 
© J Cosmo Newbery 2016