Saturday, June 23, 2007

Jason J Page

Juan’s Anthem

“They” asked him to do
It
His homeland unsafe
Our haven here
He felt “impolite”

He was an import
But one of our best
And he had a gift

With me
He killed two birds
With one stone

All art is beautiful
All art is a gift
Art is the creation
Of what makes us tick

The words of a Nation
has all played a part in this
a long time coming
Let Me have My GIFT

COPYRIGHT 23rd June 2007

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Bernard Kyle

A REQUIEM FOR A BOAT.


Lost Sunday 5th March 1995, America's Cup, San Diego.

[ with update 15th February 2003 ]

[C] Bernard V. Kyle , 2003.


"Well Bugger me," The Kiwi said,
The Ocker looked askance,
The Pom Sat up and stared ahead,
And the Yank, just did a Dance .


The Kiwi stroked a stubbled chin,
The Ocker didn't cry,
The Pom just had another can,
While the Yankee said, "Bye Bye."


Now this was not a pretty sight,
Upon the mighty Main,
A good ship going to her doom,
Where many Ships have lain.


For with broken back, alas alack,
That Aussie boat did go,
To see old Davy Jones & Co,
In his Locker, down below.


But the Crew all lived, to sail again,
For the Land, of the Young and Free,
By pulling digit, P D Q
And diving in the sea..!


Now Kiwis wept, and barely slept,
To see a sight so tragic,
But fate will have a trick in store,
For that Kiwi boat, "Black Magic."



Update America's Cup, Auckland N.Z.,
15th & 28th February, 2003.


Now Murphy's law, can sure apply,
To make one scowl, or even cry,
For you saw that Kiwi, with his bucket,
Oh 'Bloody Hell,' and 'Goddam stuff it .'
[there's a better rhyme !]


Now I've said before, in sport it's clear,
One day you'll win, and buy the beer,
Then comes the day, the mast gets busted,
Yep, the whole damn thing, just turns to custard !


So it's some day up, and some day down,
When that cheeky smile, becomes the frown,
But whate'er befalls, in that sporting quest,
You can't do more, than do your best.


And after all, you win, - you lose,
You're 'Cock A Hoop' - or got the blues,
But in days ahead, a few, not more,
You may hope to God, they forget the Score !


[Go, The Black Boat...]

Friday, June 15, 2007

Nicholas Alexander

Matriarch


Have we always got to do what we are told? she mutters
as this wind tugged our memory like a sheet in a tornado
and this is something we think we lose
but she left a story behind
that famous past is recorded

Our mothers were taken to safety
while blitz burnt life from the eyes of Europe
they found comfort in the kindness of strangers
as the bombs dropped, children were protected

Her world was burned but she was not
She learned with love in a world of hate
and from this we were all borne
children playing in the garden
watched over by a mother who knew

with our fragile selves exposed
we sense her pointing finger at
our shortcomings
summed in a gesture

Her love leads us to pathways
go down them with mischief in your eye

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Nicholas Alexander

Lost Pearl

When she went, she left behind her family of six
Her blanket and bed she lay on for seven years

Old Bentley slept on the well worn spot
and her books lay open in the bright sunlight

but her pearl brooch was nowhere to be seen
Something strong she could take over the end

a grasped for thing that stayed with her
like her accent or that way of looking at you

Friday, June 08, 2007

Bernard Kyle



Ah, FRIDAY !

By

Bernard V Kyle
[C] 2005

This week's been somewhat unpleasant,
With great effort & little to gain,
Nothing's gone right in the workhouse,
So I'm hoping that I stay sane.
My Partner has gone & got stroppy,
And I'm likely to get sacked from my job,
The rates have come due & the insurance too,
So I could certainly use a few bob,
But the weekend is nearly upon us,
Then I'll switch off the phone & play deaf,
And I'll get me a brew & have one or two,
But today - it's T.G.I.F. !

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Bernard Kyle

CALLING ''TIME OUT''
By B V Kyle [c] 2006


Deeds are reflective and hence the invective,
With bad mouthing & plenty of smut,
The great innuendo needs diminuendo,
In response to the Nations ''TUTT TUTT !!'

For the Country is in need of attention,
And we don't need any one finger wave,
The whole of the mob should get on with the job,
And the Beehive should learn to Behave.

Jan Oskar Hansen

The Hidden Cove.

I sit in the cove, where
the sea-foam is yellow and hard,
and lazy ripples clean
golden pebbles,
and carve a pipe;

with it I’ll blow bubbles
in the air, see them
soar as they absorb the light
till they are transparent pearls
and burst as bubbles do;

I’ll think of nothing, but
how wonderful it is
to be alive a summer day and
own a pipe that makes dreams
come true.

(from Jan Oskar Hansen's Poetry Chamber)

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Bernard V Kyle

POETIC PLEASURE.
By
Bernard V Kyle
[c] 2006

A verse may enthrall few people at all,
And receive, it would seem, the cold shoulder,
Yet that very verse, may achieve the reverse,
And enchant, some other beholder.

Now a haiku or two, may satisfy you,
While some, may yearn for the Quatrain,
A search for Lanturne, may then make one yearn,
To explore the lure of the Cinquain.

But with many a verse, in many a form,
There's a world of poetic pleasure,
To let one recite, all sweetness & light
The joy of some poetic treasure.

Letter from the Editor

Article


The Editor is calling for more poets from more diverse cultures posting their sounds to this site.

Newly Featured sections

Poetry Chambers including

Classical Poetry - check out Kim Randell's popular blog
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Saturday, June 02, 2007

Introducing . . . S.Natarajan

So Powerful

My veins run like meanders
Arteries blossom up!
Crest fallen chief of
Circulatory system boomerangs
Nerve fibers clutch on their nuclei to show their fists
Muscle fibers arrange for a get
Together for a cup of blood
Pancreas and liver speed up
Their secretion for their part in the digestive system
Bones stiffened in joy
Enjoying with spinal chord
Skin abunds its
Production, sweat
Brain wraps red tape
To its worries
What these systems try to do
Oh! Each one wants to
Celebrate the occasion
The occasion of
Smile--Her smile



Copyright © 2007 S.NATARAJAN

Nicholas Alexander

Chocolate Coat

Long and hard he looks at the drain of cakes from the mould
the seeping dripping coat that annoints it so
the leaves and trees that form avenues for the soul
trips you at the door and beneath this
sense
there lies nothing more
than lost dreams
than lost pieces of dreams

awaken the voice
explore the possibilities of
structure lost at sea

pounding upon you like a heart
or a sorry scribe at breakfast
a dawn of silver possibility

unrestrained by sound

Modernism vs Classicism

Article


This is a response to Kim Randell's article

What Kim Randell is calling "Classical Poetry" is an art form.

So is painting. And so is abstract painting. Art is a moving target. It is not possible to proscribe to others how they may create. For me, "rhyme" has it's place and it is not always at the end of lines. I do not have time to construct a sonnet or do crosswords. I listen to music and write when the urge takes me. Obviously I would have not done well in Shakespeare's day - in fact I suspect it would be a burning at the stake for being this illogical. Art is a moving target. The world changes every day. And so does AucklandPoetry.com.

The new agenda is to post more good poetry. Contributors are free to post comments. Guests can post comments but they are moderated.

There are no limits or restrictions on style. We want people to contribute, to express their voices and make themselves heard. We have been asking for new contributors and have welcomed two new voices. Now we want to hear from more.

More comments! If you do not like a poem, do not complain to me, write a constructive criticism and post it as a comment.

Don't get personal! Your comments should never be insulting or you are really not getting the point. If you break this rule, your comments will not be posted.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Editors Note

Article

The recent articles posted on AucklandPoetry.com were appreciated, but contributors are reminded that they are most welcome to post poems on this site. If you want to publish an article on AucklandPoetry.com it must be submitted to the editor first. We try and keep articles few and poems many.

The aim of the website is to collect the works of Auckland Poets and allow them to independently publish a body of work into a communal blog site that will list their work on major search engines.

If you have a video camera reading a poem to camera and posting it on youtube makes it easy to post it and feature it on this site and it is a most welcome medium. Just a microphone? Poetry is all about your voice. Let's hear it. Link your myspace page here. Poets with a "Chair" (the right to post, there are very few of you currently) can feature their myspace page on this site.

The blogosphere includes a site search bar, and try entering the names of any of our poets and see what happens. You can be included in our collection, we will still be building it in ten years! And your work will still be locatable on the web.

To become part of this site, just send me three poems, or one particularly good one and suggest you be considered for a tenure, a "Chair". There are limited places.

If you knock my socks off, and it gets onto the site - and when you have published several in this way, you may get an invite to post yourself. This means you are responsible for posting to the site yourself. Now it is up to you.

Those who want to read classical poetry should publish it on paper. The net is good for something else, and this site intends to produce it with you.