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Month: October 2017

Of Note

Posted on 31/10/2017 by john keast

Above the wind A chord Caressed A bow on string? More like A woman’s song Lifted Strung on the air

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calling

Posted on 28/10/2017 by Philomena

We watch beauty in leaves falling Carpets colour in time With grace we farewell our loved one Trusting they are now thine Calling to you calling home When we answer you are listening all the time we run by Seeking solace and some comfort Then your arms open wide Calling to you calling truth Rising…

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Waking Wanting Words

Posted on 28/10/2017 by Philomena

When the mind as in the moon takes waning phases The melodies and tunes stay undefined Edging  closer to its  pages The book stays closed tethered leaves on branches intertwined Then Spring will rush the head and bud the blossom Deep within the soul the spirit calls Lending colour to the brightening day time Breathing…

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Night Moves

Posted on 28/10/2017 by Philomena

I am sitting on a one way bus to nowhere open- topped in desert screams are heard or lost in rushing moments No one listens, eardrums bleed. Jumped on in night with hopes of homeward recognized no one it seems Lost in plight I wake this morning mystified by my night’s dream Actors on a…

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Ticking

Posted on 28/10/2017 by Philomena

If time measured love Instead of hours hearts would not cease Sun would set embraces Moon would light belief The clock could not tick it’s seconds Childs’ play not end or chase old couple’s smiling presence Young lovers full intense The garden grows unfettered by chiming of a knell each tree and mountain climbing the…

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longview

Posted on 28/10/2017 by Mark Prisco

I get a long-distance call from a girl who says she knows me. * Years on, I’m in a room that, in the abstract, is familiar with its combination of walls & furniture. * It’s late summer & the sun’s low yellowing the moth-worn laces. * The voice I know somewhere & a face starts…

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from Workers Of The Hours

Posted on 28/10/201728/10/2017 by Dean English

5. I have brokered time out of a rut to forage for poem in the half caste, half-pulled down places, where the yellow and dark, the golden sheen, of some, their faces, lean, or fed the red meat white men grow empire on: extreme rut of a dream, rut of emotion expressed, rut of a…

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burning on

Posted on 27/10/2017 by peterlebaige

burning on the sky was grey and low the smoke was of the sky the flames of the garden fire burning were richly of the earth the woman was tidying up the garden gathering up gloved armfuls of dry branch the cat was helping in a silly way balancing along the rim of the tipped-over…

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Mother’s Grief

Posted on 27/10/2017 by john keast

Mother bird is back. She has dinner, Served live in a red beak She bobs, little eyes darting. But baby bird is not there. This happened yesterday, When she stood in the rain. It will happen again tonight. How can I tell her, the effort is for nought; That I found him and I carried…

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name

Posted on 20/10/2017 by peterlebaige

name to Frank Le Baige how many of us have scratched such names. i go down to the beach and have a look at the foot of the sandstone cliff where it arches over a hollow hollower then, a spot i’ve known since childhood, for that my brother’s name he dug out deeply, i thought…

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with

Posted on 20/10/2017 by Dean English

‘use it down to the small black end so you are holding it by your fingertips’ I was going to say as they bicycled past me on the footpath while I filmed from the grass verge a blackbird with a small clear stream in its glossy yellow beak amongst the last of the leaves falling…

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hanging on the estuary

Posted on 16/10/2017 by peterlebaige

hanging on the estuary inspired by reading contradictory reports on the state of the Tamaki estuary and a late stroll along its eastern shores maybe it is getting better maybe it is getting cleaner along the estuary toward evening spotted a heron every hundred yards or so fishing in the stillness a sunset up from…

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