CCXXXVI - The Bike

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Magpie Tales had the above poster as a prompt.


The Bike

In a thin gown,
She rode through the town,
And declared that it gave her a thrill.

She didn’t straddle
But rode it side-saddle
A trick that only works down hill.

She took great delight
To ride in sunlight
But exposed her breasts when it was shady.

While a bike is okay,
To be transported away
I’d much rather be riding the lady.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXXV - Captivated

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Sunday Scribblings had a topic 'Captivate'.


Captivated

He loved her with a passion
That few could understand.
Such love is out of fashion,
It’s often even banned.

He loved her sparkling eyes,
He loved the way she sits,
He loved her inner thighs
And her pretty pinkish bits.

Her skin was smooth as plaster,
Her hair was golden-tressed,
He never thought to ask her
If he could watch as she undressed.

Did she know she had this beau?
That’s far from being certain
But the heartless little so-and-so
Turned and pulled the curtain.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXXIV - In the mourning.

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One Minute Writer had a topic "Loss".


In the mourning.

You won me over when we met;
Your silver tongue and golden speech
Filled me with hope, a sense that change
Was really there, within our reach.

But now in the cold and morning light,
I see that it was but lust
And not providing a warm embrace
As a loving engagement must.

Two years on and we have more wars
And Guantanamo is still supported,
Bradley rots in a solitary cell
And cluster bombs are still exported.

Desire was there for better times
But moral issues have been evaded.
Israel continues to flout the law
And sovereign countries have been invaded.

My eyes are open to what I’ve lost,
It’s tomorrow and reality is dawning;
In black, I regret what could have been
And I don’t respect you, in the mourning.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXXIII - Show Some Care

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One Minute Writer had a topic "Straw".
I had an urge to do a villanelle, a fairly structured poetic form.


Show Some Care

My back will break beneath the weight,
If you do not show some care;
Stop now, before it is too late.

The ‘things to do’ do not abate
But come to me, as I am there;
My back will break beneath the weight.

What does it matter to miss a date?
Better that than not even there.
Stop now, before it is too late.

Tasks are assigned without debate
And make me wish I wasn’t there:
My back will break beneath the weight

Why rush as a bull towards a gate?
Far better to think, be aware;
Stop now, before it is too late.

As the camel said “Don’t you dare
Put another straw up there.
My back will break beneath the weight
Stop now, before it is too late.”

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXXII - The Morning Light

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Magpie Tales had the above photo as a prompt.
I felt it deserved a rondeau.


The Morning Light

The morning light, like liquid gold,
Runs down the valley, to enfold
The field and farms and those within;
As thick as treacle, sweet as sin.
The sleepers wake and loath unfold,
To stretch and slow release their hold
Of night time lovers, young and old,
And rise, as dreaming, to step in
The morning light.

With inner warmth against the cold
They know how nature’s joy is told
The love of life is in their skin
A day must end and then begin
To greet once more thus behold
The morning light.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXXI - The Green Grassy Patch

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The Green Grassy Patch

The forests are a shady and welcoming place
With glens and secretive clearings.
The green velvet looks
Of these grass-filled nooks
Make the woods all the more endearing,
Endearing,
Make the woods all the more endearing.

Deep in these woods, the birds would sing
Songs of the eggs they would hatch.
They would twitter above as
Some lust filled lovers
Looked for the perfect patch
Perfect patch
As they looked for the perfect patch.

They found a clearing away from the path,
Where no-one they felt would pass.
All that was left
When they redressed
Was an imprint of her bum in the grass,
In the grass,
Was in imprint of her bum in the grass.

Now, the birds of course had seen it before
This couple were far from the first.
But they sensed in the duet
That an egg had been set
They swelled with a pride that could burst
Could burst,
Swelled with a pride that could burst.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXX - A Three-way Hitch

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Sunday Scribblings had a topic 'Hitch'.
Now, there are a number of possible meanings...

Three-way Hitch

A girl in the Shire,
Fancied the squire,
But, a hitch! He didn't want to date her.

So the little flirt
Hitched up her skirt
And encouraged his lordship to mate her.

He swears he declined
To be so entwined
But they were hitched a few months later.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXIX - Banana Risotto

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I was in Sydney a while ago and I swear I heard someone say ‘Banana Risotto’.
I looked up and it was two ladies, obviously talking in a foreign language.
It was just a coincidental sound alike. That grew into the following:
Banana Risotto.

Sardine doughnuts,
Frog filled snow huts,
Tree-lined pancakes,
Cross-eyed leaf rakes,
Purple ear-wax,
Strawberry thumbtacks,
Wooden lamb chops,
Caustic pet shops,
Rubber wombats,
Yoghurt hardhats,
Ginger shirtsleeves,
Grubby tea leaves,
Copper toupees,
Salty zoo days,
Orange birdcalls,
Feather words stalls,
Tit elation,
Mistranslation ,
Consternation.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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Oh, the photo? Well, If you knew sushi, that way that I know sushi...

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CCXXVIII - More Pete, more feet.

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While we are on Pete and his feet, Magpie Tales
had the above picture as a prompt.

There once was a mollusc, named Pete,
Whose stomach doubled up as his feet.
When the meal was quite grand
He could no longer stand
And had to look 'round for a seat.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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CCXXVII - Taking Stock

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One Minute Writer had a topic "Stock"

Taking Stock

There once was a cook known as Pete
Who made soups for royalty to eat.
The foundation rock
Was a really good stock
In which he had washed his feet.

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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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