AucklandPoetry.com

Want to post your poems?

2008-02-14T19:19:00.002+13:00

If you want to post poems - you can. This site is only for original poetry under your copyright that you are free to add and delete via a google.com gmail account. The "main site" on aucklandpoetry.com accepts contributions which are then edited and a selection of contributions are then published in its home page current edition. We invite those who want to publish poetry or to read it to

Back on the blogs

2008-01-22T00:05:00.000+13:00

AucklandPoetry.com is back again. Anyone who wants to post on this site may also do so, though the main site is visited more often.

Getting the best of our online publishing

2007-10-08T09:33:00.000+13:00

This blog format works very well for building an audience but it is not that great at building a community. The aim is to create a vibrant online publication methodology that provides poets with interaction on the web while providing a history of poems submitted. One is very humbled by the contributions of some truly great voices. But all things seem to exist in time and people just come and

wrong shoe

2007-10-08T09:20:00.000+13:00

Adopting the wrong pose at the frantic momentum to tear the roof from a child at a time when blossoms seem at odds with the humble existence outside of sharp edges and leaking worry pleading with the icicles leaping from waving tree to wavering affection dreaming of hot burnt tea before the leaves have unfurled placid in this intended infection unruled by design no fault went blind the wrong

Standing Still

2007-10-05T11:42:00.000+13:00

Not the vapour that leaves the trees in the morning that silent stream light fog driven by limping memory Not the growth rings natures spare tyre marking age as though it were an event in itself No more grain invested ceilings or laughter at dawn that moment before you smile collapsed about my eyes

Bernie Kyle

2007-10-02T10:55:00.000+13:00

The COACH By Bernard V Kyle [C] 2004 In all fields of human endeavour, When we strive as we do, for perfection, What greater the need, than to really take heed, Of someone, who'll give us direction. A guide, a friend, and a mentor, A council, one can approach, One who is there to assist us, Who's known to all, as "The COACH." An Instructor who guides all our efforts, Who helps,

New Zealand

2007-09-18T13:22:00.000+12:00

New Zealand by Bernie Kyle Copyright, 2003 Do you know where New Zealand is ? Oh where, Oh where, on Earth ? Is it big - or is it Small ? Just How Much is it Worth ?? It's not so big, I must Confess, It's in the South Pacific, And Money isn't Everything !! The Country is Terrific. There's a green, green Land, & Mountains too, Within the Easy Reaches, And Walks and Lakes and Everything, And

New Site

2007-08-13T22:09:00.000+12:00

The new site is being switched to, and this site will continue as before under aucklandpoetry.blogspot.com There is no need for users to change anything - just keep on posting poetry on this blog and it may one day appear on the main site. Bernie has suggested we should edit the content - so I have installed a content management system and this will now be phasing in - and new content will be

The Literatti

2007-08-13T21:53:00.000+12:00

The Literatti @ The Wine Cellar 14th September, 8 pm. Get a full hit of the show that had the Whangarei Midwinter Arts Festival raving. The Literatti presents a poetry minestrone of spoken word, music and theatre. Audiences will experience multiple poetic voices combined in this new evolution of poetry set to a back beat. Limited capacity. Tickets $10 on the door or $5 pre-sale. Contact

Auckland Poetry

2007-08-09T15:29:00.000+12:00

We are creating a new version of AucklandPoetry.com. We always intended AucklandPoetry.com to be a live poetry site featuring films of poets reciting and recordings of poetry that sit alongside the written word. Over the past two years we have invited poets to publish their own work and send contributions for this site. Some have done amazing things (check the Poetry Blog sites or use the

Live Video

2007-08-01T15:39:00.000+12:00

On the new main site we are featuring video. We will use the Live Video account for uploading these because we want poets to realise that to get page views they will have to use their myspace/bebo/digg/delicio.us or other networking pages and to be very clear here are the terms and conditions. The new front page part of the site does not replace the blog site - you are still invited to

Poetry Live at the Classic - Tuesday 31 July 2007

2007-07-31T23:34:00.000+12:00

It's been a while since I managed to drag me feet along to listen and if it felt right, read out one or two pieces at Poetry Live - the event which this site advertised for years - but which I guess some had taken a break and others had moved into that space. And how they have. Not only have they moved the gig from the odd box at Grand Central to a wonderful room with tiny little tables and lots

Montana Poetry Day 2007

2007-07-26T20:35:00.000+12:00

July 27: Montana Poetry Day 2007 will mark the fourth birthday of The Divine Muses Poetry Reading, an annual event which this year features nine New Zealand muses: Iain Sharp, Harry Ricketts, Mark Pirie, Riemke Ensing, Andrew Fagan, Serie Barford, Olivia Macassey, Siobhan Harvey, Kirsten Warner. Each speaker has 10 minutes to showcase their poetry. There will be books for sale, as well as snacks

Beattie's Book Blog

2007-07-23T13:56:00.000+12:00

Beattie's BlogInfo on Book Awards NZ Listener

Bernie Kyle

2007-07-22T11:01:00.000+12:00

RETRIBUTION. BY Bernard V. Kyle [C 2007] After the fray, there cometh the day To silence all Oz, & the mockers, For the ABs & Ferns, have both taken turns, And triumphed all over the 'Ockers.' Now coming up, there looms a World Cup, When poor play, just wont have the clout, For no prize, is awarded for second, And that's, what it's now, all about. So gird up the loins, protect, chest

Jan Oskar Hansen

2007-07-22T10:01:00.000+12:00

Yesteryear’s Summer Rusty, padlocked gate, trees in the big garden need trimming, on a swing, two rusty chains, it lacks a seat. Autumn and there are apples unpicked on the ground, fine rain has fallen, drops drips from trees and glint on tall grass. Soon winter storms will come rattle the gate and the derelict house- unlit- will have to shoulder nature’s irate violence. If you close your

Jason J Page

2007-07-21T16:41:00.000+12:00

Is Nothing Sacred Three years and no phone call let alone a knock on my door I am lonely still right down to the floor For me it doesnt exist thats why I didnt answer a brewers call for me it means nothing at all A sleeper I remain working for sombre I believe not anymore she changes her view my history no more

Nicholas Alexander

2007-07-18T13:20:00.000+12:00

History Walk the walk through the hallows saw storms brought into gardens that tore limbs from living wood ancients as large as buildings now lay on fences cordoned off with tape to keep the public safe from its own curiousity when the mess was cleared what was missing now relied upon memory except for the tree that was cleaved clean in two. Its left side was torn asunder by the terrible

Gmail - Poetry submission

2007-07-11T18:35:00.000+12:00

THE STORM. By Bernard V. Kyle. [C] 2006 It's a threatening, grey, winter's day, There's that leaking, window pane, The gale is screaming,on its way, And flinging, sheets of rain, The trees bend forth, and back & forth, The leaves, fly out of sight, There's not one bird, seen, or heard, Contesting, Nature's might. The deluge seems, to never end, The threat of flood, abounds,