New Zealand Poetry

I’d Ask Upon Unto The Moon. -Written by Taylor John.

If – Tidings,
Lend’th?

I’d – ask,
Upon,
Unto – The,
Moon:
‘How – have,
The Gentry..?’

You Pick The Font. -Taylor John.

You – pick,
The font – Ruby Tuesday!

Rant – the,
No want!

You – pick,
The font – Monday Monday..!

I’ve Taken A Peal Of Your Gold. -Written by Taylor John.

Ring, loudly – in,
A Peel!

(Baby)I’ve – taken,
A peal – of,
Your,
Gold!

You Can Never Be Too Kind. -Taylor John.

If – I,
S L A P
that
SILLY
FASCIST
MIND!

(Let’s, Banter!)

Silence called

yet did not stay.

I seek its

comfort,

to close out

noise of day:

the nothingness,

the moment before

sleep’s grasp.

It is softness,

a floating;

kisses and

soft breath.,

It will

return.

Then the

mind slips

to a warmer,

floating place –

please, now –

the soft

bed of

freedom.

Silence.

Only then

Can I hear

I’ll Handle The Blues. -Written by Taylor John.

It’ll – chap,
This – sap,
Of – an,
Asshole!

I’ll,
Handle –
The Blues..!

There’s Been No Chance Of Much Success. -Written by Taylor John.

If – subtlety, aren’t:
Da’ –
Stupor!

There’s, been – no,
Chance: of –
Much –
Success!

I’d Just Liken Her Goodnight. -Written by Taylor John.

I’d – just,
Liken: her –
Goodnight;

With – a, Light: neither –
Given out;
Nor, lost:
The long – drawn out,
Discolour : new-born –
Or, embossed:

Entrusted : it’s –
Pertinence; it’s –
Sweet,
Worn –
Cough:
(Are – you,
Certain –
Of, this..?)

[I’d – just: watch – there:
The Heart.]

No Land Too Foreign. -Written by Taylor John.

If, Peace – her,
Brother;

No, land – too, foreign: ‘plaud –
The,
Day!
~
If, Liberty – her,
Sovereign;

No, land – too,
Foreign.

I Look At The Stage. -Written by Taylor John.

Have – stars,
Been: the,
Alter?

I, look – at,
The Stage: (the one – that,
Seems, now – like,
A Counter!)

I, look – at,
The Stage: (I, say) she – is,
But – like,
A Flower!

I, look – at,
The Stage: this –
Hour..

Let Him See The Line And Write. -Written by Taylor John.

If, Madness – doesn’t,
Hold – him,
To it..?

Let, him – see,
The Line: and –
Write!
(O Sublime
Nuant..Hello –
Goodbye!)