Auckland Poetry

Live life to the fullest
Without looking back
Laugh with excitement
And love with care
Touch and be touched
Kiss and be kissed
Hug and be hugged with no regret
life is to short to live with
hate, envy, disappointment, and judgement
so live more
laugh more
love more
smile more
kiss more
hug more
care more
and see the world
live life to the fullest
without looking back

Clarissa Jayne Scurlock

It scribbles and dribbles the day throughout
Sheets of paper encrypted with notes and symbols
Someone’s message no doubt
It’s the fax machine’s last century clout.
Ring Ring there it goes again
It’s for Jenny in accounts
It’s the man who sells trout.
Jim’s on-line working all day
He answers the phone sounding happy and gay
Jim’s in sales, sales make his day.
The more calls he takes the more he makes
Jim works hard for this pay
Many phone calls make his day.
When he gets a fax call he no longer sounds gay
You can hear him screeching across the bay.
Ring Ring there it goes again
“That bloody fax machine,” Jim is turning gray.
I ask Jenny why she faxes him all day,
He can’t answer his sales that way.
“Jenny how many times do you do that each day?”
She said it depends if Jim has been naughty or nice.
Some days she rolls the dice that’s the number of times
She will spike his device.
Funny to watch Jenny’s little game
Faxing Jim every day.

PARENTAL PLOT

Why visit that distant grave?
Why, in the loneliness of chilling rain,

Caress engravings weathering on a slab,

Bend, clear frosted, breaking leaves,

Lay a holly wreath bright with love red berries?
And, in such empty air,

Defy still the death of stillborn dialogues?

I remain baffled

And plan a trip

My children may help me make.

LOVE POEM

He paused and checked the horizons;
The tundra ran coldly from his stare.
He returned into the stone, body-heated lair.
Their warm early pups satiated on her hot milk.
He eased the meat of the freshly slaughtered doe from his belly.
Ravenous but cowed their pack companions made no move towards her meal.
This motherly cruelty had torn out the hearts and babies of sisters.
This pair’s servile fellow killers shivered in their famine.
And waited and whined for the howl and hunt, which would lead to slaughter and fullness.
Ignorant of need, a wolf and an empress rested, replete.

I will bring you

Havoc and grace,
And the peace
Of a sacred place.

Through two doors
The graveyard shift
Eleven till seven
It’s something to care for
The end of night
The beginning of day
The shinning bright light
Of another summer’s day
Arriving home after
A solid day’s pay
Sleep and slumber
First I must pray
At least I’ve still got
Some where to stay.

Tama and his mates got raided
It came without warning
An IRA type of war planned
Here in our precious land.

Tama and his mates got busted
No body snuffed it
Body count none
When was this begun?

Tama and his mates got snapped
Road blocks, check points,
Assassins manned the gate.
Is this really a terrorist state?

Tama and his mates got caught
By the strong arm of the law
Come on Judge
This was a mistake
Free Tama Iti, for everyone’s sake.