Must pester Uncle Fester our national jester
Mr dome chrome time to buy another home?
Property cartels fed cahoots loots free to roam
Like we’re being led by the laughing gnome
Coalition behind demolition of OG ancestor
Don’t let it fester about every oversea investor
Cannot cotton on to what’s wrong.. polyester
Kiwis remember embers of being a protestor
They were told awhile before the war make sure
To stockpile fossil fuels.. because more is more
They wouldn’t listen Oil companies shares glisten
Billionaire backed..society cracked or is it fracked
Fast tracked as guess who gets whacked the Poor!
Luxon adoring every glutton pushes that button
Haughty and naughty lies flies in roaring forties
Ignoring us imploring see the nexus of the exodus
As its lambs to the slaughter on the isles of mutton
Squarely unfairly unsung young flung across the ditch flee
Happy for me to be the snitch as the rich get off scot free
Property toffs scoff as our nation’s next generation f*ck off
Another bung at the trough child’s play while we all pay GST
Fast lanes or in chains those with the reins no capital gains
No refrain from more cranes poor poured down the drains
Got wonga join the conga to Rarontonga on private planes
Our saviour.. greedy behaviour giving trees to Scandinavia
Relax those with the max keep their stacks with tax so lax
Life givers charming rivers harming for lairy dairy farming
Have observed scary what we’ve heard's absurd have a word
Got to roam can't afford a home blame Luxon's chrome dome
Uncle Fester a Stooge for every corporate Scrooge does pester
We've all been had unless you go to the bank of Mum & Dad
Undeserved the herd as endangered as our sad flightless bird
Blurred after all that has occurred society stirred then slurred..
Mad everything pricey everything dicey plea to free every KIWI
This is a poem, but don’t be afraid,
it can’t hurt you. You can read it without
the slightest obligation. It won’t ask
you to sign anything or pester you
for a commitment. It will not expect
you to sit quietly at your desk with
your hands folded until the bell rings. You
can put it on a poster on your wall
or carry it in your pocket in case
you ever need a poem or just leave
it lying around. It is all surface,
so you don’t have to worry about how
deep to stick your finger into it. It
will give you the same answer each time you
ask it, which is more than you can say for
most people. It won’t make things better or
worse. If you think about it, you will be
thinking of nothing. It just sits there. It
doesn’t even have a clever ending.
Encores & guffaws .. sure you get more twinkle as you do get older
Be a jester...don't let anything pester..smoulder..floor or fester
Show jeers..fears..tears..sneers the door..that scolder colder shoulder
Sly minx..kinks & sky high jinx.. rafter of laughter from yesteryear's folder
Winks me thinks.. blink and guy on the brink.. dafter.. few too many drinks
Rascal sprinkle now a sparkle after each superfly debacle.. appears a bit bolder
Watch the leaves swim in the wind
As Autumn’s corners unfurl
And as we sail on
On the face of reflective waters
In our relationship
Just you and I now empty nesters
No one to pester us
(but we miss drinking from the scuttlebutt)
As we greet and kiss the morning
(And each other)
Now I'm her knight in white
And she's my bride in white
Now its just us twain
Reflections of when we first met
Our old memories, the only comfort I have from you.
Every day, you’re jogging around my mind,
Like a ghost, haunting the same house.
Forever moving further and further away.
I wonder, do you still feel this way?
Do I haunt your dreams?
Do I pester your unconscious mind?
In the rooms I stand in, you follow in the corners.
I hear your giggles as you torment me,
Telling me maybe I should come find you,
Convincing me you still matter.
Those clueless little kids no longer exist,
Ripped apart, living new lives.
Those times feel like a fever dream now,
A dream repeating every night,
Trying to rewrite reality,
Trying to make a new ending stick.
Even if I tried to find you,
Part of me knows I never could.
That young bud has fully blossomed,
And you are beautiful.
I watch you leave me, like smoke through my fingers,
Counting every tick tock from the clock until you return,
No guarantee you will ever look back again.
"Who Am I"
Voices in my head the unheard of
They mimic, they pester, they lie
All to just torture my mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
I question I can no longer answer
They've erased Me, Myself and I
Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Someone now just a faint memory
Lost somewhere forever but did I die
Did I turn tail with yellow spine
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
From the torture cocoon to robotic host
Manipulated, Influenced, Punished but why?
They see through my eyes while I'm blind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Definitely not this important of a man
Given mental beatings if I try...to defy...
The skin of their evil, zombified defined
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Twenty-four hours every single day
Twenty-four hours every single night
Twenty-four hours of a continual tortured mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Because I do not even exist anymore
bmdavey@ 09/09/24
My Best Mechanical Friend
You pester me with the slightest errors.
You bing and bong
Giving me night terrors.
I want drive along
And not listen to musical scarers.
It’s three degrees and you let me know.
You shout at me.
And then you show
On the dash a disaster ahead
And you bing and bong
While but nothing is said.
You’re a lovely car I wouldn’t swap.
I just want the bings and bongs to stop.
Let me drive in blissful peace.
And not steer while grinding my teeth.
An eighties car that’s what I need.
It doesn’t have feelings, it doesn’t bleed.
It’ll carry on until it drops.
It won’t flash and bleep if a tyre pops.
Then I drive you just one more day
The sun is shining, so beeps are okay.
David Cox 23/04/24
Happy ending in the movie: Dorothy: Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home. Home! And this is my room, and you're all here. And I'm not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home!
Despite the happy ending
Miss Gulch won't fade away
like a rumble of thunder.
She'll clutch the sheriffs order,
Pester Em and Henry
until Toto lies as still as sky
after a cyclone,
and Dorothy realizes
Glinda was a very wicked witch.
For Natalia Kills
Are the majority
of things in
life controversies?
It seems like
there is always
another side
of the story
You have to
maneuver delicately
amidst the minefields
of trepidations that
pester your
daily routine
Even simple decisions
can cause angst
Who to go out with?
Where to go? When?
Others are involved
making it hard
to appease everyone
Such is life
Hot summer afternoons
and the call
of glistening water lapped
a child's mind with a want.
Just home from work
we would pester our father
until he relinquished
and took us to the beach.
At low tide,
feet had to splash through
what seemed like a mile
of ridged and rippled shallows
before the water was deep
enough to swim
and wheeling arms
could be swung
without touching the bottom.
Heated all day
by a January sun,
the water was as warm
as pee. Long tentacles
of dead, brown seaweed
clung to arms
as if trying to snare
a soul in revenge
for some storm torn horror
that had ripped it out its bed.
But all too often
it ended the same.
Tramping back to shore
across the endless shallows,
feeling hotter than when
you first went in. Flies clouding
sweaty faces and then
there was the hot vinyl
back seat of the car
to burn bums
on the way home.
All washed micraclessly
from memory when, next day,
the mercury nudged 100
and a want
beckoned us to the beach again,
still no wiser
than the day before.
They say laughter is the best medicine
to keep away the ills
So from now on I decided to write only lines
which put away the pills
Donning the role of a courtroom jester
My grey wired cells I began to pester
As I began to brew my soup on the site
My dark world broke with crystal light
I giggled as the ink began its play
Dancing words so happy and gay
I know who to bother
Who to pester
Who to bug
I leave some alone
Barely waving at them
Avoiding their sneers and jeers
My besties are all over me
Loving me
I cannot wait to see them
The advantage of working here for ten years
She made this bard the courts most hilarious jester
A ferris wheel of brown-orange eyes expresses her
Try to look in those eyes and not become their requester
I fall in like quicksand, into muddy pools as I caress her
Cinnamon of that iris gives my heart nothing but pester
The purse strings wide open, my soul now, her investor
He's got a voice that blows out a wall
For that, he's always a subject of coercion
His fame rings through the giants' hall
They pester him with grave attention
A thousand blades were put on his name
Of people paid to press him by all ways
But the beat of his heart remains the same
For, there's truth in things that he says
Dark voices ring through everywhere
In the dark, they lurk to cast shadow
His scent attracts the bees anywhere
But none could beat the gleam of his glow
He's the brave one, he's a one man soldier
He bravely fights the weight of oppressive sky
He braves the forces of armies by his shoulder
Through the years, his flame will never die
The brave does not fear even death
He will fight even his limbs were gravely torn
For blades may rip the source of his breath
But millions like him will soon be born
May 11, 2023
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