New Zealand Poetry

Tidings Of Your Grace (Song.)
Written by Taylor John.

V.1
Tidings – of, your grace – we, call:
O light – of, all – of, Old;
I can – hear it, in – your, tone – O Dear –
And, in – the traces, paths – unfold.

Out – of, Song – our, love – like, fever’s –
Coloured, wretched fend;
Sang – like, from – golden books – a-perched –
We – do, look – to, its end.

V.2
Like – oh, Old Lover of Gin:
A fallen flower – to, the wind:
Having – many, a fine verse;
Like – a bird, on – its pretty perch.

She – dance, like the flowers –
In, the winds’ broken hour;
For – the fallen flowers – in, his fair hands –
You, can’t see – are, withered strands –
(He – can – no longer, carry..)

V.3
Oh – like, a broken wing –
That, does not mend;
Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
For, the better man?

Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
Oh – of, Heaven’s dew?
I can – hear it, in – your tone – o dear;
And – in, the traces – mouths, anew..

V.4
A broken man – you, speak – of, his name;
As – the, cool winds – voice, your loving game;
As – the cool winds – wake, they soul – to,
Shore..

He – is, perched – like, a bird – who, do sing –
From, his loving heart-strings;
To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.
(To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.)

Why Do We Need Pillars? -Written by Taylor John.

(The,
Extended – Patio:
Looks –
Great!)

Why –
Do,
We: Need –
Pillars?

New Dawn Need Not Belate. -Written by Taylor John.

New Dawn – need, not –
Belate:
His – Divorce;

And – New,
Integer : of – A,
New Engagement;

Been, One – who’d, not –
Known; nor –
Seen : no –
Man’s,
Play of Dreams’ –
Good Flower..

(..New Dawn – need, not –
Belate!)

I’ll Write You Some Wind. -Written by Taylor John.
If – HELL:
Doesn’t –
Conspire..!
I’ll – Write: You –
Some,
Wind;
Rain;
And –
Fire!

THE CHOIR. -Written by Taylor John.

The Choir:
That’s, not – how,
You try to batter the war!
[Ah – I’m, “Sharing”; (to, myself – I, think?)
That’s, not – how,
You try to batter the war!

[(..She – somehow:
Flutters – her :
Dominant –
Spike..);
The,
Quiet – Mouse;
(The,
Un-ridden,
Bike!)]

[(..There, there – Begin;
Began:
in –
The Choir (of –
Murmuring –
Fire..);

(..There, there – Be:
Sang : at – the,
Humming of
The Pyre – O
Choir..!)]

Idle. -Written by Taylor John.
There Is A Fleeting Sum.
(It: Moves – nearly,
NO: THUMB..?)
[There – is:
A Fleeting –
Sum..!]

The Rain. -Written by Taylor John.
I think I’ve drunken The Moon.
(..I – even: gave – You:
My, Chair..!)
I think I’ve drunken The Moon;
(But – it’s, Raining – out,
There..!)

I Can Now Not Swallow No Heart. -Written by Taylor John.

I just killed the gentlest of tear. (..It – Hurt: This – Lone, Bear..!)
I, just – Killed: The, Gentlest – of, Tear;
(I, have – A, Stern & Bow!)

I actually didn’t fold…
(I – just, Made – it, up (my, Dear!)
I – even: Worked, on – my, THROW..!
[I – just, Made – it, up (My, Dear!)
(I, actually – can now, not: swallow – no, heart!
(..If – The Dart,
Would: not – SCORE; from –
That, ART..?)
I, can – Now, Not:
Swallow : (Swallow – No:
HEART.)

New Parks & Pizza-Sticks. -Written by Taylor John.

People are building me a new city.
I like, HER – more, than: a, Dead – Hope..!
People, are – building – me: a, New City;
(As – One, filters: their – jokes..?)

I pour out my thrash. (To – Lash: The Wildest – of, Gods!)
I, pour: out – my, Thrash : (for – which, Working Man’s –
Hog..?)

I am full of energy. (..As – The Art, FALLS – off,
The Face..!)
I am, full – of: Energy; (Never, mind –
The Grace..?)

You slept with my wife. (..I, kinda’ – see,
Why..!)
You – slept, with: My, WIFE; (O Solemn –
We, Die…?)

I want to play with you. (..If – you, Be:
The, Third Wheel..?)
I, want – to, Play – with, You: (I – wouldn’t,
Squeal..?)

You know he’s going out of step. (..For, SHE: Alludes – ALL,
Of : his – Annoyance – of, stashes..?)
You, KNOW: she – concludes, of : NO – Silly,
Lashes!

May there be peace. (Our – People : Have – had: the – most,
Sorrowful – of, Attitude..!)
May, there – Be: Peace;
(And – now,
Gratitude..?)

To The Writer. -Written by Taylor John.

My advice, is to write about everything you do. Then, you will develop a natural hand – to, write things down in a way that pleases you. The more, you do it – the better the writing and style. (And – perhaps, too – better, the experiences?) Make sure, your writing is as honest as it can be; that’s – the only way, to make a change.

THE QUIET. -Written by Taylor John.
I. It Started With Me.
It, started with me on the back of a motorcycle – going, really fast – knowing, the driver is not going to make the hairpin. As, we went over the edge – she said, ‘Whoops, I went too fast!’. Like, in slow-motion – we, floated down the massive cliff, to our death. I thought, we would land heavily – and, our bodies be splattered everywhere – but, we just landed gently. Everything, was in limbo: we – asked others, they ask us – how, we lived our lives – while, no one had an answer: whether – we were, waiting for Judgement Day or judgement had already been passed. All this, while set – not, in hell-fire – but, a hopelessly dismal moody grey hue. (It, made me feel – absolutely, awful!) Whilst – I was confronted, by perverted men (one, in particular) – with, great strength and armed with several blades – to, cut me up; he – wanted, his way with me! I was, battling him off – whilst, the chick who was the rider of the motorcycle, had a court scene from her life: transparent, as if an imposed sentiment; a dual, morbid state. The court issue: her parents, arguing over custody of her – as, a young girl..

II.THE QUIET.
Against no kissing of the clowns?
No, I have – no, FALLING. (I’d – even: suggest –
My, Best..?) I, haven’t – peeled, no un-reeling; nor – even: taken,
Notice – of, The Mist..! (I, haven’t – PEELED: no –
Un-Reeling; nor – Heartlessness!)

But, the COLOUR – is, all so – Divine: it – even,
Shows: You – GOODBYES!
[I, may – end, up – being, a local beggar?
(“I’ll, sand – your, shoes – for, You..!” – I’d, cry!) I will,
Send you – loving, letters: (..if – Time: have – no:
Innocence..); I, will: SEND – YOU,
Loving Letters : (that, are – not: Absent!)]

[..No – matter: have – it: A Veil; nor – a, saddened – twisted, Rose :
No – matter: have – it: A, Poisoned Glass – (from,
Which – They, smile: THERE – BELOW!)]

A SINGLE LINE THAT CREEPS IN. -Written by Taylor John.
I. How Is Your Sentence?
– I, have: no – Widow?
– (Then) How, is: your – sentence?
– Naught – by, The Sun; nor – The Icicle!
– Now – leave, those Little Gloves – and, The Pre-Loved Clothing! (Don’t – try, to undo – her, Tie..!)
– I, have – no, pretty Dressings; (nor – even, a House-Mice..?)
– Nothing – is, DIMMER! Nothing – is, as: Ugly..?
– Oh – how, I still dream, of her: Little Tempered Belly!
– But – her, ‘shaving’ – is, of, her: Daily Pursuit; worst – under, Headlights..!
– I’ve, never – known: such – Brightness; too, close – to, a dull – Spark!
– You’re, better – off! (Whoever – you, Are.)

II. Did She Pass Away?
– Did, she: Pass away?
– No, NEVER! (Whose – thought: is, THIS – anyway!)
– Then – where, is: the, helpful – Caption..?
– We, know! (We – SAY..!)
– Though – regardless, of: The Erosion : you – still, stow – away..!
– I, have – no, Honour! (Nor – Child’s Play!) (I, am – The German?)
– Then – whose: THE WAVE; THE RHYTHM..?
– A, Single Line: That – CREEPS, In..