Monthly Archives: September 2014

Out of depth

on this road the bus drives straight towards the sea today it doesn’t stop but carries on over the roundabout busts the fence ploughs through the sand into the surf i calculate

there are eight of us on the bus plus the driver who is as stuck to his seat as we are ears pop hair becomes sentient dusts from landlocked roads rise in bubbles we watch kelp undulate

with the swell our posessions float to the top of the bus stay trapped under rusts layer wide eyes watch snapper cards tumble it’s about this time i think i should reevaluate

my policy of taking public transport this incident is a drop in the safety record we are drops in the ocean see gusts push windsurfers above us shall we sleep it’s a date

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Out of my depth”. Dalek styles.

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Ode to Cuba Street

Te Whanganui ā Tara, ‘scuse me.

Attend, gods and spirits of Cuba Street,

Nymphs, kēhua, urban tūrehu – see

Denizens of Wellington as they meet.

Some with bright, beautiful eyes. Some with sad,

Defeated stance. Some with shiny lip-gloss

Pouts. This street welcomes all, hears the talking

Chattering masses. Loves all – mad or bad.

It’s down to the water, up to the Cross,

and we’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking.


On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “we’d love an ode to Cuba Street”

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Hope

The universe has been expanding for the whole of its existence

Borders gradually getting further and further out.

The distance between stars like fingerprints

Tenderly shifting as a person becomes stout.

It seems that society is going that way too

With communities clustered around opposite poles.

If you look a certain way, have a certain hair-do

Then you’re locked into playing stereotypical roles.

But humans are made from star stuff

And some of us won’t play by those rules.

We’ll stick together when the black dog is rough

We’ll outface the ignorant fools.

Nope.

We’re changing the way the story is told. We do it because – hope.

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Write me a poem about hope.” I also recorded it because I was told I couldn’t rhyme ‘existence’ with ‘prints’. Kiwi accent says ‘yes I can’. Sonnet style.

 

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a poem for a poet who often writes for other people but other people rarely write for the poet.

Words drip soft as fur

Float to paper, land gentle

Fix there hard. Hot. Fast.

 

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Write a poem for a poet who often writes for other people but other people rarely write for the poet”. Haiku styling.

[Tiny poem for Catmate]

Sprawled on wood chair

I dabble my paws in sun

Frisky because spring

 

This is the poem that started the writing spree. A tweep posted a lovely picture of her cat on a wooden chair. It had a slightly mad look in its eyes. Her caption said something like ‘My cat is sad because it doesn’t have a poem for National Poetry day.’ Haiku styles.

Happy spring! Don’t eat any daffodils.

 

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