A Protester is Born (every minute)
There is no fun being diagnosed as ill,
She is not set in some stalker’s fairytale ideology.
It’s what she represents that counts!
Like the cut of her dress,
The style of her boot,
Right down to the heel,
Like a funnel pipe
Something to presume!
I love her for what she sows
Let it be so
Her a Majestic Quartz
Material divorced
My enigma a cavort
Honey I must look like a dork
All Women Are Beautiful
There is no such thing as an ugly woman
Beautiful curvaceous of all types and sizes
Their walk and talk
Holds me to ransom
I yearn for one to hold my hand
Hunger cringes due to starvation
On goes life and still no salvation
Like the handshake
Between one life time and another
Our seed to pass on
I think its time for Game on
I will deliver under the spotlight
It should be good on the night
For your love it will be a sight
Finally I will make things right
Your words rest like
Feathers on a page
And I, a willing Gretel
Cradle each one
Fragile in my open palm.
I find you again
I met you first
In the desert sands
Where sun and dust
Pleased our skin
And the world disappeared
Behind a purplish haze.
I met you
Then in the mist
where we breathed in
nature's wash of life
Visitors to Eden
Close and warm
Beneath the limbs
Of forest oracles
I heard your voice
Whisper poems in the night
Your lips moved hot and close
As I tossed to find your hand
two restless souls dancing out
Some kind of synchronicity
Now powerless to cupid's will
And then as if surprised
Beyond these pages
Your heart was familiar still
As real as the tear upon my cheek
Your eyes as deep as the
Words I'd held with hope
And who can tell
How close these souls will keep?
©Julie Walker 2007
Scars sewn within a hairs breathe
Of our hearts
And some days you bleed
And some days I bleed
And we kill each other
just a little
With words
And with our past.
Why not scoop our hearts off the floor
Cup them in our palms
Speak to them softly
Warm between cotton wool buds
Feed them with droppers
With mouths wide for life
And a will to fly.
©Julie Walker 2006
New Zealand
As we unite as one nation beneath the southern skies
We will look to the horizon and hold our heads with pride
For the essence of our country
Is present in our cities, towns, and homes
And we will carry it with pride wherever we may roam
For we are a land of many people
But united we are one. We will triumph over adversity
For we are proud of heritage. For we know where we have been
As a nation have endured the greatest hardships
And yet the essence of our nation
Has always been present in our lives
For there is beauty in abundance
From our snow covered mountain ranges
To the wide open plains and our shores
The spirit of our country
Will be present in every brook and every stream
For the spirit that is our country
Will always be present in the hearts
Of every one of us who. Call New Zealand home
And as we look to the future where our hopes and dreams reside
The pride of this great nation will always be present by our sides
Darryn John Murphy
Lunar Pariah
Waves rushing and rolling,
Crashing and thundering,
Giants of the oceans,
Leaving us wondering
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Were they always this magical?
What happens below
The ocean’s surface,
Their mystical haven,
Home of the waves,
Of the sea raven.
Strange creatures dwell
In the blue abyss,
Unexplored, unexploited,
Marked with the ocean’s dark kiss.
Far above them,
The ocean’s furies ferment,
Lashes of lunar water,
Victims of aquatic slaughter lament.
These waves so enticing,
Rushing and gushing,
So magically charming,
Yet cold and forever crushing.
HOARFROST
White chalk wiping slate clean
Blackboard erased stardust glitter windswept
Flu season powder puff sniffles
Runny pug noses snotty hanky-panky
Clouds clinging to each other
Uptight hugs squeeze box folds
Polka dot accordion pleat bellows
Paper aircraft landing strip plowed
Crystals sticking to outspread wings
Seedpod flakes seeking absolute perfection
Invisible circles undercover angel traces
Sparkly haloes disconnected nimbus radiance
One-way river of no return
Lids pried open eyeballs drowned
Hooked on transparent fish line
Shame dangling vertically resolved horizontally
Grown cold transmigratory souls adrift
Icicle splinters dripping lonely angst
Bladed feet walking on water
Making endless figure 8 grooves
Wind-chill numbness exposing naked truths
Snowfall uplifting jacketed childhood spirit
Soaped sled rudders whizzing downhill
Frosted cakewalk slippery eel pratfalls
Wild beast separated from herd
Trampled grassroots leaving no hoofprints
Entrapped Minotaur inescapable snowbound maze
Rebutting wayward hedged in tameness
Dr. Charles Frederickson
