Thursday, October 26, 2006

Nicholas Alexander

The Instruction

Cold feet paddle down street
The weight of rain tires muscles
yesterday's scorn washed away
down and out discord
words dropped out
they fell from songs
that stopped short of pulling
guns and knives but takes lives
by cosmetic force that seeping twisted sort
that thwarting jab in the ribs
that distorted lip
that sneer - trust tumbles
time is too short
the tide is leaving
the waters are rising
the drains are about to burst
the water main screams
the city will drown

- 1:59am
- 26 October 2006

Friday, October 13, 2006

Nicholas Alexander


Be


Look underneath the ground

see how it began
the twisting embers of life
in the rush of laughter
is, being taken seriously
we watch as you escape your life
of a humble leaf, not
the storm that shakes the tree
but, the firm grip
the earth has as it holds
it, cast aside like old toes
left behind, useless foot
nuisance leg, rejected
crippled mass of bones and skin
left behind to cope with
rebuilding of a world



composed on the weblog
aucklandpoetry.com
12:21 on Friday, 13th October 2006

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Bernard Kyle

TEENS
by
Bernard V. Kyle
[C] 2005


Its not too late, just rising eight,
And tonight's the night it's on,
The end of year and party up,
The night of the Senior Prom.

They've got together 'fore the ball
All dressed up in their best,
There's finger food, a joyous mood,
And a drink or two, you guessed.

The music drums, a guitar strums,
There's sneaky Alcopop,
The voices rise above the din
And the deafening Bebop.

A good time's being had by all,
As the time arrives to go,
To the much awaited old school ball,
For young lasses and their beaux.

So its down the path and into cars,
With engines revved to roar,
There's no seat belts worn that's for sure,
When the pedals hits the floor.

The young bucks strive to beat their mates,
To hit the front at pace,
And though it wasn't scripted,
They're in The Great Car Race.

There's fearful screams and joyous shrieks,
From scared and whooped up kids,
For a chance to halt it, looking back,
We'd now pay quids and quids .

But the speed that thrills is the speed that kills,
And a car can't take the bend,
Six young folk have come to grief,
Young lives have reached their end.....


EPITAPH


The VIGIL.


They stand each day by the Motorway,
They make no strident cry,
They remain a fleeting vision,
To those who speed on by.

They watch in mute observance,
And wave no hand on high,
Yet their misery is plain to see,
By all who've yet to die,

For the message clear, for all to hear,
In this Life of Gains & Losses,
Is one & all, please hark the call,
From these small, White Wooden Crosses.


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