Auckland Poetry

Humans designed for pain wee man thinks & destinations death, hollow legions capture our pavements gutter & lay lost, solitude found in question & interrogation the weak he still belches & answering the ego’s fears the fool stands faking his theory & he must need it, needs to know & leader wept & ambassador to his he finds some comfort & answer uncovers the jukebox den & his deceased soul hides behind his tombstone & needs to be shown sorrow & love “would anybody care, I was a somebody?” & silence seekers moan…fool crys & wonders when a tune is ever played for him - “who’s demeaning who?” sings wee man.

In my hands lays a life

In this life is power and in the power is the opportunity

And the opportunity is greatness.

How often as one small lone voice changed the course of history for ever

How often has one small deed done by just one person changed the lives of so many for so long?

And yet all this is thrust into my hands in just a moment of time

It is thrust in my hands in the form of the most innocent, fragile and beautiful creature that god has created – a new born baby.

A baby with no more or less chance in the world than the other baby that was born just the other day

A baby whose beauty far surpasses that of the father’s dreams and whose grace, discipline and potential shall be forged in the fires of life.

But what is it worth to forge a life if you can’t grow it in wisdom.

So to this new born baby with all the potential, and all the trust and love that the world could provide in just one person I say: “I shall lead with Joy so you can follow with glee”

(* dedicated in waves of love for the greatest Mammalian flotilla

    This is a wail of a song not to die for)

One thousand wails

Southern Ocean sales

Guised is no deception

For a belly ton of indigestion

Spurious lashings of what’s for dinner

Served with the repetitious wail

The minke has got thinner

Japan you’re not a winner

Think environmental sinner

Have I harpooned on enough?

Does it echo my disgust?

via Cetaceans communicated calibrations

swum to intelligent sound deliberations  

The minke has got thinner

Japan you’re not a winner

Think environmental sinner

Deana Platt Copyright 19/11/07