Long Auckland Poems

Sunday morning early, five a.m to be
precise, my mind awakes, then gently succours
the body to arise from one’s mundane sleep. I
then transfer to Britain via 1ZB, listening
to the English football commentary, it’s worth
the lack of...

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                           I
Hearken back to the old rule nazis how
...

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   Built in a Belfast shipyard
 for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
   On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
 flew the Southern Cross ensign,
   down a slipway to the sea
...

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I am the environmentalist in love with wine,
my shoulders carry and reside in the cutting edge side of life,
the establishment craves to be the human race
while I stroll the memories of “Sailor fields”
amongst ancient Jurassic...

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Sun shining over the ghastly life-filled lands
Burning brightly upon the crimson sand
Trunk and Trees here and there
Falling upon the Aussie’s flair

From a place filled with hills to mountains, rivers to seas,
To another place of beaches...

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“METROPOLIS BLUES”

The elemental wind
curls in from the north east,
sublime salon creations in
disarray, in grimy profusion
inventiveness subsides.
The town clock strikes out,
within ear shot, a bench seat plays
host to a cast of thousands. 
Soon! succulent rotting form...

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 High-ho! High-ho! High-ho!
  it’s off to the pub and gig we go
 Willy Wonka ticket stubs in our hand
  on our way to see the band
 Climb the fence, jump the turnstiles
...

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I chanced to look upon the world, through current
Channels..And much unfurled; I noted the various
Decades passed, wars on terror legalising grass..'
Wars on waste, the slogans did run, my mind reeled
Them off one by one.' I...

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If I could,
...I'd stroll with you in a lovely Autumn wood
and gather every golden leaf to save them in a book
on each one we'd write our dreams and all our special thoughts
to read throughout our...

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In a beautiful garden long, long ago
Creator God made a man 
Man on his own alone was only half the plan
So Creator God made him a woman
And that is how it all began
In a garden...

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Hiding in the trench in the French sand,
Indian Singh fights like a British soldier.
It seems it is the ending of the universe.
Dark curls of smoke rise up - cradles are 
shattered, and buildings collapsed. Roar
...

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  I walked down the track 
                in the afternoon
  ten years of memories 
   ...

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(CASUALTY EXTENDED MIX)

Surrealistic walls were my
horizon
an oppressive ceiling my
opaque sky.

An angel came to comfort
me
she even affords me a candid
smile.
Within deep brown eyes
a sparkle
content my hand in her’s
to lie!

Her devotion with the
needle
took away the bloom from
my...

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When sunset ushers a sky violet blue
At the first star’s light, my thoughts are of you.
And when I gaze into the moonlit sea;
Lights dancing on water, you are with me. 

When a lovely flower bends...

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Out of a neon jungle the big cats prowl
  the wind in the willows unrecovered,
for when the cats and wind begin to howl
  I am stoned and the boys truly mothered!
So I rip...

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O’ friend! Son of this realm your native land
  and Knight of the Long Bay on the long shore -
Fisher King to its isle and rock and sand
  where long ago we drank...

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I come to this little cove often -
 no work, I have time to burn.
See Asians plunder its foreshore,
 I still fish - show no concern.

Red-bill seagulls fly in circles,
 fight over scraps they have...

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  I know you so well now
   that I can instantly 
        capture your moods. 
  Watching 
      ...

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Pain abates. A silent love zigzags
through his bullet wound. He is an 

Indian mercenary fighting for the 
Allies. He was born with a rusted 

iron spoon in his mouth. Hunger 
made him a soldier. He’s...

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Time was when in a golden age begun
  a boy was I and a vision was she,
and at the heart of her constellation 
  gazed I upon its infinite beauty.
I vowed the ends...

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“Luckily I've got an adventurous gene, as life 
in a wheelchair is full of the unexpected.
I was a keen runner, climber and [the life,
An] all round outdoor addict, but, [devastated,

I] fell off a cliff and...

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My father was a preacher
stood for everything good,
took my mother’s virginity
I was born to the sisterhood.

They left me on a stairway
a ghostly place to be,
down some old back alley
near to a South Auckland quay.

Found I...

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O’ God, I fear no peace, no life’s atone,
  only silent condemnation disguised -
this misfortune is mine and mine alone
  and to that end I have philosophised.
To the wider picture of death and...

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(6th May 2002)

Oh!  Upon this day with the saddest eyes
I with regret farewell Auckland City,
To depart with the fondest of goodbyes
Of its people and sea shores pretty.

Although not a child of thy civil womb
You...

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On a flight to Auckland one day
A mother over hearing her son say
Cats and Dogs can have babies
Can planes do that maybe
Ask the attendant, see what she says

So off to the attendant he asks
Is it...

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