The Gift of Quiet

Out in that nothingness where silent lives

Inside the serenity that it gives

Warmed by that quiet filled nothingness space

That’s where my thoughts find their own special place

There they find solace in sweet meditation 

Turning those thoughts into sweet inspiration

Clearing reality out of my mind

Clutter of living all left far behind

So beautiful in its simplicity

Feeling my karma empowering me

Surrendering to an ethereal song

Finally back where I truly belong

Echoes of living, retreat with the day

Dark creeps in slowly as light slips away

Setting a process for thoughts to take flight

Tranquility touches the silence of night

Summer (a nonet)

Floating on my back in the ocean

Sun nice and warm upon my face

Seabirds flying overhead

Ocean peaceful and calm

Summer holidays

are here again

and that means

life is

sweet

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

Sunset (a septolet)

Sun

setting low

below the horizon

farewells day

Twilight

filtering in

welcomes the night

The septolet is a poem consisting of 7 lines containing 14 words with a break in between the 2 parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture. 

A Moment Please

Oh tell me something please because I really want to know

Just where in actuality do all our moments go?

I know they must go somewhere because they were really here

But what’s the next stage of their journey when they disappear

I’ve taken to breaking my life down to each basic part

Believe me it’s not easy – I found problems at the start

It does become a passion once you find the right beginning

Sometimes with little successes I even break out singing

But seriously folks there are some things can be quite deep

In fact - I kid you not, it’s often difficult to sleep

I made a promise to myself one day long, long ago

To live life in the moment and to just go with its’ flow

And for the most part it has been great I’ve had no need to doubt

But now I feel there’s more to it that I have to find out

So if there is a font of wisdom in my universe

That has a meaningful response to this accursed curse

I’d be so very grateful as my cyber hugs will show

Oh tell me pretty please where do those bloody moments go?

The "Dark" Side

Shoes dangling
from high wires
draw the eye..
squealing tyres
nearby..

just ahead kids
pour out of park
some still be there
come dark..

in their hoodies
drinking, fighting
…on fences writing
 In the park
After dark
Broken glass,
smoking grass

Up the road, out of sight
voices raised, family fight
Money lost
on the slots
 Sound of slap, crying
Dishes flying..

Normal day in the ‘hood
It’s all good…
Nothing new & 
right on cue
Prowling through…the boys in blue

 

Dreams And Little Angels

In the dark, the quiet dark, as I lie in my bed

Waiting for the dream weaver to come inside my head

Often I would contemplate on things I did today

Thoughts turned to this morning when I heard my moko say

‘Nanny, can I stay home please, I really don’t feel well

I sighed- oh here we go again, here comes the super sell!

I tried to get my focus as he eyed me with a frown

Making space as he slid underneath my eiderdown

‘I don’t feel very well and I’m feeling really funny,

It’s very sore and so’s my head so can I stay home Nanny?’

‘How about I write a note to Whaea Pam – okay?; 

tell her to excuse you from the swimming pool today?’

‘Ummm, ok Nanny but that means that I will have to go

and stay in Whaea Sally’s class and watch a video!’

‘Oh dear,’ I said ‘well maybe not, then best we call the doc -

and if we hurry we might get in before it’s nine o’clock!’

‘He just might say - you’ll be okay - to go to school today!’

And if he does then we can drop you off there right away

Not a word was spoken from the small lump in my bed

But I could hear the wheels of thinking turning in his head

Then from underneath the covers came this little squeak

Very muffled, very quiet, so I took a peek

Two big eyes, quite bright and clear were staring up at me

Not a trace upon that face of illness could I see 

I’m feeling better Nanny, so I think I’ll go to school

But I don’t want to go with Whaea to the swimming pool

I’ll write a note I said, and now it’s time to rise and shine

He’d rather go to school than to the doc’s - this imp of mine!

In the dark, the quiet dark, as I lie in my bed

Waiting for the dream weaver to come inside my head

As usual, before I sleep and start to drift away

I send a silent thank you for the blessings of my day.

Dumb Breeds Dumber

Man is such a sanctimonious species

He actually thinks there’s no smell to his faeces

He writes all these laws from out of some space

And ignores the natural ones already in place

If it wasn’t so pathetic it would be funny

This desperate obsession with power and money

Acts of abuse right across global zones

Focus on getting rich while poverty moans

Man is the one who created the law

He never took note of the ones here before

Those basic and simple rules made to provide

All of the good things one needs to survive

Ripped out the trees to create paper cash

Created big landfills for human made trash

Changing the things Mother Earth set in lore

Feeding his greed by exploiting her core

Dig deep enough and he’ll soon hit a nerve

And then he will get what he’ll justly deserve

Did he think that those earthquakes appeared by a fluke?

Well they came as a result of places he nuked

With his fancy pants weapons, his need to control

He’s such an ungrateful pathetic arsehole

He can’t say he’s never been warned from his birth

You kill Mother Nature, you’re killing the earth

One day her message is going to get through            

And the smell that results will be much more than poo