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Virginia Waters Poem
Song:- 1990
Mother Mother
love me love me
love me love me
I need your love
(repeat)
why don't you like me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
where is your love?
where is the safety I think of?
when I hear -
Mother Mother !!
Mother Mother
are you mine?
why don't you love me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
How can I live without love?
I hide in the dark
I build walls in my mind
For I can't believe
Mother Mother
You don't love me.
I have posted this for others that are facing suicidal questions.
This was a healing song written to release my own walls that I used to protect
myself from age 4 and onwards. Was reading Daisy Tyrell request for feedback. Hope it helps a little. I could fill a book on the subject of the fight for life. Will attempt to put some in words as I can.
And it is a fight - those that are willing never to surrender will live. I remember, one time - stuck in a noisy hospital wing, a friend also suicidal at same time in another city. I wrote every moment, filling a large A4 pad. On my knees, crying - I was writing " I want to live" I am willing to live. Over and over. Line after line. Page after page. Also writing to my friend -
encouraging him to fight and live. I won my fight that time -but my friend
did not. When I heard of his death - It put me right back in hospital again.
The fight started all over again -never easy, but I won that one too and several more after that!
Daisy's poem talks of wanting to find beauty within. That may not be what there is to find. A great truth is found the point of rock bottom. Mental health counsellors term it 'bedrock'. When you find bedrock -you find your truest self. It was to my great astonishment I found my bedrock housed an
unquenchable spring of joy! Once I came to terms that this was the real me -
I was able to identify what was capping that well of joy. It took another 15 years to free myself from all those restrictive people. Once totally free never had another mental health issue. Funny that.
I have only shared this to hopefully encourage others. These times are long gone and totally cleared for me. Live a joyous, happy clownish though late starter life. Love always - Virginia
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A friend I'd like - someone like me
Fun and cheeky, full of integrity.
Gardening lover, nature attuned
of life's useless baggage pruned
perhaps also a crafter of words
Enjoying too, the flight of birds
A hawk winding a spiral on the wing
is a particularly magical thing.
So here be a quirky, crazy, active sort
Uses gift of the gab in glowing retort.
Nature guardian and explorer of seaside pools
Crafty proponent for reading the rules!
Written 15 June 2018 for Contest: Qualities you admire in Friends
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My children couldn't believe their luck,
Down the drive came a McDonald's truck!
their eyes lit up
thinking of treats to sup
Alas, truck had come - septic tank to suck.
Written 25 August 2018
Real story
Submitted to 'Fool me once'
Contest by Brenda Chiri
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I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.
Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept secret evidentially.
Til I let it go - chased it thru the door
- hole in one - then thru the floor
Two of the little buggers headed for the roof
they can multiply I have the proof.
Mathematical joy they did perform
Arcing thru cars, pipes, sieving up a storm
flickering jolts of fiery light
following their orbiting trailing delight.
So many now - not long to wonder
til earth's a faulty falling colander.
So, sorry for the whole untidy mess
But I did front up and confess.
Hadron Collider Cleaner
Written 8th July
For Charles Messina Contest
I accidentally let one Loose
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this is my song,
my love song of you,
my land, my heart
love for green ferns
silver beneath
volcanic lakes so deep
taniwha never disturbed
tane mahuta
ancestral wisdom
sings his love
of freedom
of power listen O dwellers
for the great king's ways
this is my song,
my love song of you,
my land, my heart
mountains lifted to snow
lovingly protect greenstone below
rocks and grasses bear wind
centuries blown
tiers of bush
house birds of cheek
keas that wreck
anything loose
kiwi flightless night worm hunters
listen as little ruru calls
'morepork morepork'
love for the swamplands
full of raupo and pukeko
flaxes edge all
tall sentinels bearing
bearing beloved tui nectar
spears
this is my song
my love song of you
my land, my heart
love soars high
to black sand beaches
constant companions
to white thrashing surf
merging with stony clear
eel filled rivers
love surges forth to oceans of
silver muscled kawhai
delights for stomach and eye
birds of sky and sea
gather love to me
this is my song
my love song of you
my land my heart
N.Z. waiata - aroha (class)
maori poem song
23-8-18
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Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.
tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.
First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!
Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.
Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.
Longer days mean I must leave my snuggly, sleepy daze,
slightly more light; work energies reappear
poetry is laid aside in favour of trimming trees
seething solar heating sound, signals dimly smiling sun.
seed packets eagerly spread out – What to plant this season?
Suddenly, more bees aflight – our crops will be alright!
Another cycle begins!
1) Anthropomorphism 2) Simile 3) Metaphor 4) onomatopoeia
5)Synaesthesia 6) Personification 7) Sensory Imagery
8) Ellipsis 9) Homophone 10) Caesura 11) Pun
12) Alliteration 13) Rhetorical Question 14)Internal Rhyme
15) Truism
Written 20th August for Line Gautier Contest - A Litany of Poetic Devices
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DAUGHTER
You live in a world that's crazy
you feel, you love
but you act lazy.
I live in a world of pain
people come every day
their eyes full of living rain
somehow I find the things to say
to ease their hearts, to give them hope
My words of wisdom provide a rope
upon which to hang while they heal.
But you who came from within myself
I cannot reach to help you feel
the love I have for you alone.
Out upon the world you roam
lost and tossed upon the seafoam
of life's desire.
I see you reach your friends
and them teach the meaning of life -
- to be there when there's strife.
You judge and criticise me
But you being I is what I see.
You feel and love and offer self
this is all I ever do.
My need for your love hurts too much
I try to show it buying shoes.
Will we never heal the past
It cannot be undone.
Time happens far too fast
My love for you will always last
MOTHER
3 May 2018
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Pohutukawa red bristled rain falling
Drifts down sienna cliffs floats on azure waves.
children swarm, hear the ice-cream van's song calling
sand covered, sticky, happy exploring caves.
Flame tree nectar draws chattering Tui play
White butterfly sails bob clubward, end of day.
Swimmers laughingly frolic while peach sun dips
Shore bound its time for coleslaw, buns, beer and chips.
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Really? Iambic Pentameter.
Oh well, this is where you really put your foot in it. No! Not your mouth!
Not the hokey kokey either, although its a little like that. More like a builder's
measurements. Iambic pentameter's measurements are five feet long, per line that is.
Of what is this 'foot' you ask? I contain myself, I do not give you the boot anywhere.
It's a fair question. This particular 'foot' measures two syllables. And, yes you're already there – so an iambic pentameter line consists of 10 syllables.
Now we get to the heart of the form. The Iam bit. This Iam gives the rhythm or heartbeat to the poem. It is like a two beat dance. First beat of the duo syllable is light, unstressed and the second is heavier or stressed. So placed to create a natural cadence that echo's our own hearts. This is why the form is mainly used for emotional subjects. There we have the iambic pentameter form.
Your heart doth drip its aqua tears my knight
Let service be your key, pray not for me
Serve I must in another court this day
All so soon I glimpse its citrine soft light
Let your grief tend our summer hallowed tree
Look for me in still pools sanctioned by fae.
Written 3 August for Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
Reads like Music – Haibun – look Poetry Contest
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Beyond yet Within
I AM here
Earth's True meaning
Written 21 June 2018 for Magicada Contest
NB I AM refers to the I am energy of creation and manifestation
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