Long Harbour Poems
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I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the coffee corner shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of new couples
strolling hand -in -hand by a sandy beach
Through the Sunday Mass and priest on the altar
Through morning picnic'gatherings
of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the grand harbour
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands
through moments of Birthdays and Weddings
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
Restaurants are closed
Our island is a ghost town
How long this story goes?
Today I hear no airplanes'sounds
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet I pray on my knees.
Today there are no tourists here
All children are inside
This Covid 19 desease
is worst than and Boogey-men
It killed our people
Placed tears within our eyes
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skyoe
My mothet's hug I'm to resist
So She remains alive
Today the world's a scary place
But together we will fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We leave this page behind.
Tomorrow there's a rainbow
Till then we have the rain
In rain's a silver -lining
From each loss there are lessons
Lessons we're to gain.
To appreciate our loved ones
Our island and this world
Together we will make it
This evil beast will end.
one evening we were rounded up
it was our turn to go
we weren’t sure where we were headed
we had our doubts it wasn’t good
the men with guns meant business
and who were we to question
all aboard the midnight carrier
that foggy cold September
no one knew for sure
no one could believe
people were never heard from
the rumors had been plenty
men women and children
they crammed us in
just faceless nameless cattle
led astray from greener pastures
the train charging well on through the night
the stench of fear more than we could bear
the train pulled into Auschwitz
and in the chaos that ensued
we understood the war was over
we’d taken the last train to Auschwitz
and in the daylight we could now see
those blood drenched murderous tracks
that had moved the innocent like cattle
to the slaughterhouse
Read on air by invitation ~ July 17, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on April 9, 2021 for contest LAS TRAIN TO AUSCHWITZ sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 4TH
of water sign, Cancerians are most emotional of all
seem moon cold but are warm and glow as luminol
sensitive individuals, they are caring and giving
circulate in familiar circles and are home loving
always nourish and nurture their relationships
take good care of all friends when down in chips
they don’t expect a return for their own favors
even distant ones can get a feel of their flavors
they are quite protective of their personal spaces
such as interests, possessions, and relationships
guided by intuition they think out-of-the-box
relying bit on gut feeling, logic at spurs is lost
they may easily be affected by failures and setbacks
and are prone to pessimism and lack the whack
their mood swings are famous and unpredictable
but it can be a bit overwhelming for other people
Cancerians are said to be tad complex and conservative
they cross-check everything, leaving you no alternative
over-sensitive, they tend to harbour imaginary hurts
doubts when cleared, can suffer from bouts of regrets
they are protective of their emotions and can be cringy
can’t let go of things easily and not help but be a clingy
Feel my heart in your chest
It's beating, it's alive
It's saying " I love you"
Dry my tears with your lips
You'll taste my happiness
Luckily, we are true blue
Be my harbour, and my home
My idol and my oath
Be the best words in my head
See the oceans in my eyes
Touch the heaven in my arms
You are the core of my universe
I draw a constellation with your moles
Without you, my heart's a black hole
Without you, I'm an empty space
We were created from star dust
My mom is Venus,she said that love
is the core of our universe
Be my knowledge and my force
My answer and my source
Be the best thing in my life
See the forests in my eyes
Touch the deserts in my arms
You are the core of my universe
I don't need to speak
I don't need to see
I know you can feel it in your heart
The library is a well.
Everyone drinks here without coins,
without proving they deserve water.
Come inside.
The old man reads his newspaper by the window,
teenagers cluster around computers like moths to light,
a mother spreads picture books on the floor
while her children build towers from blocks.
This is the hearth where strangers warm themselves,
the table where rich and poor sit down together,
passing knowledge like bread,
hand to hand.
Outside,
the world charges for everything,
a chair costs money,
warmth costs money,
even standing still in the wrong place costs something.
But here the door opens.
Here the librarian says How can I help you? to everyone,
no matter what's in their wallet or their past.
This is what democracy looks like up close:
bodies in chairs,
hands on books,
people teaching themselves to grow
toward light like seeds in a shared garden.
When the library closes,
we scatter back into the cold world.
But tomorrow the doors open again,
the lights come on,
and we return to this last free place,
this harbour,
this home we're learning to protect.
I walked down the track
in the afternoon
ten years of memories
cut in too soon.
I started to sweat,
I had no room,
and overhead
a sonic boom.
It’s far too early
to ask the moon
just what the fu*k
am I doing here.
We reminisce
a thousand times
of drinking, swimming,
blowing minds.
Meeting people,
friendships bind
sitting under
those massive pines.
Contemplating,
rehearsing lines
but can’t you see
I don’t want this?
Sure, I remember
the early days,
the barbecues,
the summer haze,
the rising tides
in mangrove bays -
constant laughter
and bloodshot gaze,
but I tell myself it
was just a phase...
and at thirty-three
I’m beyond that.
Written: 1993
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At the end of Chatham Ave lies a public reserve
or park on the shores of the upper Waitemata
Harbour in Paremoremo, just north of Auckland
in New Zealand. A time and place of no return.
My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
a drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
waits with longing intense, retains no tears
as it remembers its cringes of final fear when it
jumped into your chest of steel, smell of fruit juice, water and old leather all around
My soul lays naked in a room of light while your music plays next door
two plumed serpents dance slow dances to rhythms of drums and pipes, notes of knowingness, sounds repeated
I listen again and again
Spacious a white room waits aged and innocent
in a no-zone forest of mushrooms, poppies and pebbles as the piano vibrates with silence
while Goddess does not speak of a mission that never ends, watching for symbols that appear and vanish while progress moves worse than a snail with a footsore over splintered glass
Surrender struggles to be free !
Drops in space hung on Venus threads
breasts heaving and falling, passing tests of temperance, strength, solitude
swallow death and darkened silence deep
in a psyche of five thousand years
Across oceans of space my thoughts travel
not knowing whether they reach your light or
hermit in your head or the warehouse in which
you play with waves of froth on dirty sand
seals and gulls glide and shout
A lighthouse looks on still and sure
muck in the harbour awaits an embrace
fried chips beckon and call to fill my open belly of waiting Sun as love struggles for freedom on a higher plane with yours in ether on a wall I read
Still you sleep a hundred thousand sleeps of
fear and watchfulness
in the distance runs Skeleton Woman with tangled bones to be untangled
knowing that long ago she completed her work
of inner peace with honours
Spartacus and Helen looking on
I wait not for you alone but to fill your Heart
for another work of love, to drink your tears
slate your thirst ~become one, two, three to
ten again as dough rises with surprises inside
eggs fresh full, two yolks and cream to be
eaten on a jetty of harmonious voids
Love lost and found, lost and found
all over again
The sea can be an unforgiving environment, always expect the unexpected.
Quote by Poet.
I was five miles west of Plymouth Sound in my sailing boat
Nothing gives me more pleasure than being at sea afloat
I'd been practising my sailing and had just rounded the bay.
Getting myself prepared for an upcoming race in late May.
An urgent message came through that a storm was approaching
I fixed a course straight for home; a fierce storm I wasn't risking
The waves started rising and I reached down to secure the boom
A sudden gust caught it knocking me overboard, and I felt doom.
The cold water brought me to, and I felt the back of my head
There was a wide gash, and I saw that my palm had turned red
My boat had drifted out further and was about thirty feet away
I was at the mercy of the waves and couldn't send a mayday.
The back of my head was pounding and I was getting weaker
And the waves were getting higher and it was getting bleaker
A bird watcher on a cliff with a scope had seen me come to harm
And had quickly phoned the local coastguard to raise the alarm.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness and felt the end was near
All I could think about was my wife and family and those I hold dear
I felt very sleepy and a feeling of serenity came over me like a wave
I was getting weaker now and thought this cruel sea will be my grave.
I could hear the throb of an engine and could see lights flashing red
And right above me was a coastguard helicopter hovering overhead
A winchman lowered himself down and then grabbed hold of me
And around my waist put a harness and winched me up to safety.
I passed out with fatigue and when I came to, I was in a hospital bed
And for a minute I thought is this heaven and am I already dead ?
A week later I was discharged and I sought out those who'd rescued me
The coastguards and the bird watcher to thank them all personally.
I was sitting at home when a man from the coastguard phoned me
He said "I've got some good news, we’ve found your boat out at sea
There’s no sign of any damage and she was afloat and upright
And we’ve towed her into the harbour, so your future is looking bright”.
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
Taketh comfort when hie to flee
nature’s maddening outburst spree.
Cometh rain, shine, you hear my plea
and protect me from life’s debris.
Graceful thee stand my eyes to see
awaiting and weeping with me.
Seasoned branches becoming free
to kiss the ground - teardrops from thee.
Your arching harbour so feathery;
long green leaves a pillow to me.
I rest in safety, hope, to be -
revived afore take leave of thee.
Nectar flowers that feed the bee,
bell shaped yellow, so bright to see.
Catkins fall as you give to me
a token of friendship - bless thee.
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
On the shoreline,
I was built
A lighthouse.
Before I could learn
The pattern of the tides
That would wash away
My fresh coat of paint.
When night falls,
The horizon shifts
From its warming farewell
To an unsettling darkness,
Hiding everything in sight.
As the lighthouse,
Built with a lantern
Bright as a thousand suns,
It became my responsibility,
To guide the smaller ships
Back home to safety,
From what lurked within
The darkness coating the seas.
Then bigger ships,
Exploited what light
I could provide.
Before long,
Everyone gathered in the glow
From my burning lantern,
Taking advantage of the second daylight,
Making sure
They made it home
To their loved ones,
In time for a home-cooked meal.
I stayed rooted to the rocks,
Storm after storm,
Night after night.
I kept my lantern burning.
Don’t get me wrong,
I love what I do.
If those ships never returned,
Because I wasn’t there,
I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
Still, I dream
Of one day
When the seas calm
And my light is no longer needed.
I could leave
What's left of this harbour
And finally
Light my own way.