CCXIII - In Praise of Killing Cats

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Sunday Scribblings has a topic today called 'Curious'.

In Praise of Killing Cats

I wont win the hearts of the pussiphiles,
Those lovers of all things kitty and catty;
Like scratching posts of carpet scraps,
I’ll find myself shredded and tatty.

But someone must say what needs to be said:
Our survival is a cause for despairing.
Children are masters of asking ‘why?’
But us adults have given up caring.

T’was curiosity that drove the great minds
To explore and to paint and discover.
Science presents as a loyal spouse
But, ever tempting, curiosity is your lover.

We must embrace curiosity passionately,
For the future will not be forgiving.
And, if we lose a cat or two along the way,
It’s not too high a price for living.

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© J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXII - Joyce Kilmer addresses a tomato...

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Sir Percy, as is his want, started a Tomato poem competition.
Here is an entry. There may be more...

Joyce Kilmer addresses a tomato…

I think that I shall never eat
A poem as a lunchtime treat.

A treat on whom my mouth is prest:
The tomato’s great (though second best).

A treat that’s filled with liquid sun,
When gently bitten, warm juices run.

A treat that slakes a summer’s thirst
(If the bird’s not found it first).

Upon whose flesh some salt is spread
And eaten with some crusty bread.

Poems are made by fools like me
But tomatoes are on toast for tea.

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© J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXI - A Lady addresses a tomato...

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Sir Percy, as is his want, started a Tomato poem competition.
Here is an entry. There may be more...


A Lady addresses a tomato...

Lovely tomato, to you I accede,
Let nothing consummation impede.
A gentle nibble on your cheek,
I tremble to your smooth physique...
Oh dear, it seems you've spilled your seed!

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© J Cosmo Newbery

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CCX - The Secret

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One Minute Writer had a topic "Secret"


The Secret

“Can I tell you a little secret?”
Oh, please don’t ask me that;
Am I expected to keep it a secret,
Safely beneath my hat?

A friend, let’s call her Maggie,
Relays secrets with great glee,
She says a secret stays a secret
If you tell no more than three.

She just loves to pass on secrets,
They’re a source of joy to her,
But she is far less understanding
If you spread some dirt on her.

Some people love the juicy gossip
Shared across a wall
But if you have some little secret
Please, don’t tell me at all.
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© J Cosmo Newbery

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CCIX- Regrets

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Regrets

When I am breathing my last,
Metered by things that ‘ping’,
With nurses pillowing up my head
And a teary family in a ring,

I wonder if I will have regrets about
The things I’ve filled my time?
Will I wish I’d learn to swim
Or written poems that didn’t rhyme?

Will I wish I’d eaten Brussels’ Sprouts
More frequently than I do?
Or wish I’d spent a little time
And learned to dance a step or two?

Will I wish I’d worked for longer hours
Or more weekends or nights?
Or wish I’d watched more daytime TV
Or attended boxing fights?

No, I’m sure there are some things
That will never be resented;
But not every call was a clear one
And you play the cards presented.

Hindsight is most hurtful thing,
A critic without care.
All choices I made were the right ones,
As I was actually there.

All I can do is minimize
The regrets of looking back,
As the line becomes a flat one
And the memory fades to black.

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© J Cosmo Newbery

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