Cougars

Out on the prowl, with experience and sass

Seductive purring and slow swaying ass

High classy cougars that roam with the night

Show them a good time, they’ll show you their bite

Powerful and proud like all wild cats should be

Ripe with maturity, feral and free

Welcomed wherever they happen to roam

Nightclubs and bars of the city their home

A gentle warning to young bucks out there

Cougars smell young blood – you'd better beware!

I'm A Chocoholic

Blood sugar’s about to explode

Gone into chocolate overload

So filled with remorse and disgust

If I can’t trust me, who can I trust?

I make these promises to myself

As I put the chocolate on the shelf

I say watch that sugar intake

And then that promise I break

Praise be it’s only once a year

That Chocofest called Easter’s here!!

Life's Plan

It's funny how my life unfolds and guides my everyday. 

I forward plan and forward dream convinced planning's the way 

to have a better chance to be the best I truly can.... 

- and many weeks and days and hours are built in to that plan 

And then from some far away place - no warning and no care 

A sudden unexpected thing emerges from nowhere. 

And all the best laid plans I've made fly merrily away.. 

To tell me it's not worth the time to make plans day by day. 

My time belongs to everyone I’m at their beck and call 

When people urgently need help a plan's no use at all 

I'm now convinced there is out there a greater Master plan 

Invalidating all the best designed by human hand 

It’s two steps forward one step back – it happens every day 

We’re on a high, or on a down, there is no other way.. 

I tip my hat to the unknown , raise up a crystal glass 

"To weaving dreams from Master plans – and hope the downs soon pass!"

Our Universal Shame (1) Flight Of Fancy (2) - Haiku

 Sad, dark eyes, pain filled 

Image from a Child Fund ad 

Begging assistance 

Living on nothing 

Babies, children, living a 

Nightmare existence? 

As we sympathize.. 

Another pair of sad eyes 

Close, and hurt no more. 

Against the blue sky 

A harrier hawk soaring 

On the summer wind 

Always in my view 

A most welcome companion 

Beautiful in flight 

When I’m born again 

I think that maybe I’ll be.. 

A harrier hawk

Selfish

“A child fish asks mother fish, 'Mother, why cannot we live on the Earth?' Mother fish replied, 'Dear… it is not the place for fish, it is the place for selfish” ― Santosh Kalwar

Our Mother Earth who gave us birth is dying as we speak

Her soils consumed by our toxic fumes, our poisons make her weak.

Land, air and sea, above, below takes hits in all directions

Our dearest friend on whom life depends is invasive with infections

CO2 fracturing makes up for the lacking in oil and gas reductions

Richter scale measures the fault line pressures that come from increased productions 

Oil spills kill turtles, whales and seals while fossil fuel is still in the raw

As this fuel is spent, noxious fumes vent, and polar caps slowly thaw

The polar bear and penguins are the next ones on the list

of global warming, air polluted victim species to be missed

Algae loving jellies filling the nets of troller boats.

Run off nitrates causing the plumes and out to sea it floats

As trees come down, great forests die, and wildlife lose their home

Without their shelter, food source gone they’re left en masse to roam

In desperation risks are taken as hunger fuels their drive

Killing or to be killed is their natural instinct to survive

Million of children with bellies swollen, sad eyes and cracked lips

Undernourished bodies shake and shiver as starvation grips

Stench of human suffering hidden behind the power bases

Gods of war put power before those disillusioned faces

Will we ever correct the mistakes that gave this horror birth?

Will global unity happen and we make peace with Mother Earth.?

Between the small things we can do, and the problems big things bring

The universal danger across the globe is - we will do nothing!

Goddess Of The Oracle

Phoebe, gracious Titan Goddess of the Oracle

I stand before you hoping for just one small miracle

Please find that someone way out there who’s made for only me?

A special someone who I hope will read my poetry

Who’ll take it gently line by line and massage every rhyme

I promise I’ll take care of him, I would not waste your time

My writing is my body, that’s for him and him alone

To use in any way he wants with me or on his own

In verse I’ll stroke his mind as his is penetrating mine

Exploding in my thoughts as linked together we cumbine

Lapping up his intellect, and savouring its cream

Wordplay will be our foreplay, that’s allowing us to dream

 

So do you think you could fast track that little miracle?

O Phoebe gracious Titan Goddess of the Oracle.

It's All In The Learning

Out there someone is hurting 

You know - you feel their pain 

It’s something you’re familiar with 

Always comes back again 

There’s dumb and then there’s dumber 

Then there’s totally insane 

Most never learn it’s sad to say 

It’s like they love the pain 

Lessons are there to teach us 

This is what a lesson’s for 

But sometimes that gets put aside 

When love walks in the door 

Love's such a fickle creature 

Full of dreams that don’t come true 

All the magic’s in the moment 

But the test is just for you

So welcome to reality

Come in and close the door

You may think this is all there is,

Well sorry, there's lots more!

Mornings & Mokopuna

I wonder if winter will visit this year 

The days up to now have been perfect and clear 

It’s 6 in the morning another fine day 

is blessing my world in a wonderful way 

My moko is sleeping just quietly nearby 

I look out the window to the morning sky 

I think of the things that for me lie ahead 

Just thinking makes me want to go back to bed 

I’ve checked out my emails, and answered a few 

I checked out my Facebook, Got Poetry too… 

I opened a Twitter account long ago 

and keep being followed by folk I don’t know 

I really should close it, it’s never used much 

I think it’s more for famous people and such 

My book of appointments I slowly peruse 

check out my next column for the local news 

I need to get back to my novel one day 

but somehow time just keeps on slipping away 

My moko grows older, sadly so do I 

I think how did I ever without him get by.. 

The beautiful difference he’s made to my life 

He’s taken away all my stresses and strife 

I look at the clock and it’s moved on an hour 

I’d best get a move on and go have my shower 

I send morning wishes to all far and near 

Still wondering if winter will visit this year

It Is What It Is

Regretfully and with a sigh, 

I finally close the book

And place it gently on the shelf 

with one last painful look

The shelf itself is in my mind 

and filled with memories

A collection of emotions

– this too is one of these

I need to live the moments 

because always is too long 

The secret’s in the letting go, 

it’s reckless to hold on

The pain will surely happen 

and the hurting is intense

So take the loss and don’t look back, 

just use some common sense

Adversity will teach you much, 

and hope you may have learned

That in this thing we all call life, 

one’s hopes sometimes get burned.

The Archer

When an arrow takes flight, is released from the bow

And you watch and you wonder just where it might go 

As it disappears out of the range of your view 

All you can do is move on nothing much left to do 

But as night follows day and day follows night 

We all live to a plan like that arrow in flight 

We bend to the will of the Archer and then 

We fly through the air knowing not where we end 

The path that we take is a mystery until 

We've completed the plan of the Great Archer's will

The Stove - For Sylvia Plath

Briefly his image appears in her mind

Their life flashing by through a haze

A life he abandoned and leaving behind

their passion and poetry days

Journey to nowhere has been very long

Each step of the way – agony

She needed a sense of a place to belong;

exploring it through poetry

Back in the moment, a tear on her cheek

She ponders the why and the where

Never quite finding the right words to speak

with only her poetry to care

Life smiling darkly, encouraged, cajoled

teasing and tempting her on

Voices in echo, nothing left to hold

Reality already gone

It stood there defiant, daring her to

Against her dark window, the rain 

Voices in echo, some old, others new

Support and enhancing her pain

All left to say has been finally said 

Time now to make right the wrong

Voices take over the space in her head

Sighing - she turns the gas on….

Sleep - A Chance To Renew

  My days are filled with busyness

And often there’s a lot of stress

I love my work but it can be

A great drain on my energy

When I get home, too tired to eat

I head for bed, and slumber sweet

A brief thought for my busy day

Then leave it back in yesterday

As night plays with my tiredness

I drift away on its caress

Gentle fingers close my eyes

And to its will I softly rise

My hand clasped in the hand of sleep

We journey to its portals deep

Filled with sweet expectancy

I let its magic come to me

I find within its dark domain

The reasons always why I came

It restores all my energy

and gives me back a brand new me.

Imagination's Power

Surreal worlds make no compromise

conceived from out of a thousand sighs

Only the awakened know it lies

Beyond the horizon of paradise

Naked imaginings lie in wait

For that perfect consummate

It’s invoking doom to hesitate

Beyond the horizon of contemplate

Frantic illusions blending wills

Imagination’s power fills

Strengthened by poetic skills

Beyond the horizon of rhetoric thrills

Surreality leads the blind

Into a realm of a different kind

What you seek, you’re sure to find

Beyond the horizon of the mind

Dorinna's Song

I hear my tipuna calling

In the waves that wash the shore

I feel their loving nearness

In the ocean’s silent roar

Looking up, my eyes embrace

A dear sentinel standing tall

Titirangi, Maunga Tapu

- Kaitiaki over all.

Uawa, ancestral river

Flowing on her ancient course

Mighty mountain, gentle river

Bless us with their loving force

Sitting beneath the pines near where

the White House use to stand

I hear again the whispers

softly say “we understand…

...the reason why you leave us;

..the reason why you roam –

but one day, when the time is right

our song will sing you home…"

Aotearoa

Just once in your lifetime you really should try

to come to New Zealand and I’ll tell you why

We’re not very big in a land massy way

but some who have visited quite often stay

We’re just a small country, 5 million or so

With plenty of sheep that put on quite a show

Our lamb is world famous and so is our wine

At movie locations, we really do shine

We’re two little islands plus one tiny one

We have everything for your pleasure and fun

We have sparkling beaches and mountains with snow

Each day brings excitement wherever you go

Our rivers and forests are pristine and clean

And most year round countryside is so green

There's glaciers, and fiords, we’ve scenery galore

We have everything you could ask for and more

Trout fishing your passion? - our lakes will beguile

Or maybe big game fish are more to your style!

Hunting or hiking through natural terrain

Experiences you'll never encounter again

The thermal delights of our spas will appeal

With geysers and warm silky waters that heal

Puts a spring in your step and a smile on your face

You’ll be in no hurry to exit the place 

Our snowfields world class if skiing is your thing

Explore native bush hear our native birds sing

Swimming with dolphins perhaps watching the whales

Revisit a spa when your energy fails

I’m leaving the best of the best for the last

Our land has a rich and a colourful past

A true living culture that’s willing to share

There’s nothing else on earth like this anywhere

With music and dancing to wind up your day

Enjoy cultural cuisine cooked the Maori way

Your visit “down under” will wrap round your heart

And teardrops will fall as you sadly depart

So once in your lifetime I think you should try

and come to New Zealand I’ve just told you why

Haere Mai! – Welcome - you will enjoy your stay

and live for a short while the New Zealand way.

To Autumn

Days are getting shorter now

A chill invades the air.

Skies turn grey ejecting blue

Clouds tossed here and there

Sea breeze cracks her icy whip

The waves rise up and foam

A seagull rides the winds on high

Migrating birds fly home

Trees shake leaves to forest floor

Cascading colours down

I watch the Summer slowly change

Into her Autumn gown

My Love - My Pain

I weep for my son, for the road that he's on

I weep for my child who is long ago gone

The choices he made he has made on his own

The choices he's made he must carry alone

A familiar stranger is all that I see

He looks like the person my boy use to be

Protecting your child from most things is a test

The tactics I've used were not always the best

But when it's my children's well being that's at stake

A mother will do just whatever it takes

Whatever the price is when push comes to shove

Without hesitation I've paid it with love

There's been many battles and many mistakes

The weary heart struggles and very near breaks

Just clinging to hope, with a prayer and a plea

That one day my son will return well to me.

In Harmony (A Pantoum)

The bush will always look after its own;

all the gentle creatures that dwell there

From the towering tree to the tiny pine cone

Harmony reigns in the sweet scented air

All the gentle creatures that dwell there

Living each day at a quiet gentle pace

Harmony reigns in the sweet scented air

Far from the madness of the human race

Living each day at a quiet gentle pace;

Nature's beauty growing wild and free

Far from the madness of the human race

Free to exist as existence should be

Nature's beauty growing wild and free

from the towering tree to the tiny pine cone

Free to exist as existence should be

The bush will always look after its own

Poetic Perfection (An Acrostic)

P oets make magic that catches the eye 
O rdinary things that most people pass by 
E nchanting people with ordinary lives 
T o ensure love of great poetry survives
I nside a world of extraordinary themes 
C reating magic from ordinary dreams

P ractice makes perfect or so it is said

E ndearing memories both living and dead

R esearching each in their own special way

F inding word structures to show what they say

E xperiences come to the fore every time

C hanges a boring and pathetic rhyme

T ouches and shares with the reader a view

I nto the thoughts of those creative few..

O ut of the minds of brilliant wordwriters

N ew and exciting poetic delighters

Food For Thought (A Kyrielle)

At times I'd often meditate

The future of our planet's fate

Then through my mind I'd softly stray

I'd feel my problems fly away

We all have burdens in our life

We're none of us exempt from strife

Just keep the faith a voice would say

I'd feel my problems fly away

A healthy lesson to be learned

A healthy world has to be earned

I walk my mind's road every day

I'd feel my problems fly away

A Friend Indeed

Hold my hand through those dark places

Guide me to those quiet spaces

Tell me there’s nothing there to fear

And make my worries disappear

All too soon I’ll be on my own

and take that final step alone

But in this moment treasured friend

on your great strength I so depend

I’ve never been this road before

It’s strange not knowing what’s in store

Your hand and my belief in prayer

I know will get me safely there

So holding on I close my eyes

I think of home and summer skies

of happy smiles and Christmas time

and poetry in perfect rhyme

I drift away but soon I know

It’s time for me to let you go

You've helped to take away my fear

I'm sure I’ll be okay from here