Archive for October 31st, 2007

Oct 31 2007

Releasing A Bottle of Whau River Blues

Published by under Poetry

An estaurine delight here you’ll find
The Whau River ebbs and flows with tide
Kingfisher or shag are only two
Of our native taonga that await you.
..For if I had a bottle
To sail on down the Whau
I’d put inside a message
And await your answers to flow
Could you unlocked coiled questions
Or bring on new suggestions
About gathering our communities
From catchment through to sea
For we hold amongst us all
Those life long learning keys
I peer to see my childhood
Reflected at the river’s edge
Crouched down with wind blown tears
It doesn’t appear … I dread.
Has pollution sullied this river?
Branched and long armed that it is
Shadows still dance each afternoon
From trees that hang overhead
Man made layers and towering tombs
Should not kill the koura, eels or fish
Nor destroy the nursing grounds
of stream or mangrove swamp
But I won’t send this bottle
To capture my heart felt plea
But read it here – my message
Living the dream is not free
I turn away from the bottle
And enter rehabilitation mode
So join us now in saving our bush
Our future generations deserve to look

Copyright Deana Platt 2004 (aka Emancipation Planz)

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Oct 31 2007

STARSHIP IT TO ME – Our Children’s’ Hospital A to Z

Starship it to me and I’ll take you on a ride
Not around the planet but deep to the inside
There will always be guides that lead from A to Z
But rock on this Foundation to find out how it reads.

ADHB it sounds just like a syndrome
Better check it out – it may lead to symptoms.
Children of our nation – you do not despair
Doctors’ bustle everywhere fixing out repairs
Entering those parts where our parents just can’t reach
Food trolleys rustle by but iceblocks are the treat
Germs are the enemy
Hurry to get the best care
Iceblocks everywhere because it
Jollies our spirits
Kisses are plentiful
Lifts take us up and down and Love abounds
Medicinal healings, magical feelings
Nurses on hand to meet your demands
Open heartbreaks are many
Parents ….laying cards and games at times
Quietness we sometimes like
Rumble and tumble on our mind – Radio Lollipop
Soothes our insides
There are many open heartbreaks but always times of joy
Unique and treasured moments
Volunteers and visitors – preciously valued
Willing and ever ready
You’ll see not only patients, parents and some toys
Zoom around and visit please…
it helps to mend our needs.

Copyright Deana Platt, 2002 (aka Emancipation-Planz)

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Oct 31 2007

Haiku: Enough!

In-tim-i-da-tion
Goes on for too long you know
Stop the bully now!

Deana Platt
Copyright 17/10/07 (aka Emancipation Planz)

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Oct 31 2007

Rendezvous

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Rendezvous

Cloudy, with rain, New York in October; dusk I stood outside
Radio City Music Hall and waited for no one in particular.
Jack Dempsey was walking by he had a strong masculine face,
smiled to everyone, which made sense, as everybody knew him,
beside him walked Alan Ladd, a tiny man with a big man’s face.

I felt like an inhabited, lonely island in a stream, “Hemingway?”
“No, not at all, and let me finish. A sea of people parted in front of
me joined up again, as a mighty river behind me that flowed down
the sidewalk reaching a group of excited, people, clicking cameras and flashlight that lit up even the faces of the notorious.

And there was Marilyn walking towards me, but as she came so
near that I could touch her; I was pushed aside by rude journalists who shouted silly questions at her: “Are you getting married?
Who’s your latest boyfriend?” I was her boyfriend, we had a secret understanding. Marilyn didn’t see me that twilight moment, but her perfume dreamily swirled around me as I entered the cinema to see Casablanca

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Oct 31 2007

epigrams

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Epigrams

Rome News.

The Vatican is a landlord who wants to evict the poor
From their rented homes, so the church can re-rent its
Property to the middles class, at a higher prize; without
The poor, the church is a defunct, a fading irrelevance.

Berlin News.

In Germany each civil servants uses 8 sheets of toilet
Paper a day, with exception of the ministry of defense
There they use 8.8 sheets a day, we can grasp that, but
Why are we being fed this stream of irrelevant news?

Norwegian News.

To give Al Gore, a man who didn’t have the stomach
To fight for his presidency, the Nobel Peace Prize was
A populist certainty. But what else can one except of
A country that also gave the prize to Henry Kissinger?

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