http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress Poems posted by the poets Sun, 18 May 2008 07:26:26 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Bash baby, smash baby, into the night Nation wakes in morning to another fright Bash baby, smash baby, have you no shame Nation suffers in mourning and feels all pain Bash baby, smash baby, we have had enough Go get help right now, there is no place left for tough Bash baby, smash baby, another one ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/17/bash-baby/ she'll smile and cry when she receives my postcard nine months later I'll cry when I'm forced to walk nine miles because I can't support myself on a paper leg we'll say it was such a waste until I get married have a few peacocks, sheep, stone house field of lavender and nine kids I'll purge myself of ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/17/dusty-grins/ for a mind-wind that blasts and blows so intense that   it drains colour from the blue sky and gnaws roots of roses scattering comfortable earth earthshaking the giant chimneys of fossil factories mere words that can cartwheel this fragile gravity throwing paper and debris and scattering fetid, letter’d music in a contagion of new life Chris Parsons ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/16/the-hunger-of-poets/ Ghost Onboard. When our elderly English deckhand Jimmy slipped on iron deck, bumped his head on the railing and died, his demise shocked the young who didn’t know that the claw of death could strike that fast. We rolled Jimmy in a blue sheet (white beddings for the officers ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/14/ship-ghost/ The Grand Illusion Happiness is all about pretence I used to be cynical and bitter looking for my youth, laughed at by young girls who found me so utterly absurd. Now that I’ve decided to be a crusty old man, slightly cynical, yet wise I feel so good about myself that ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/14/the-grand-illusuion/ The Ghost. My dog had been knocked down by a car, still she lay, blood on her snout, thought she was dead, put her in a large bin liner drove through the night into the highland where she was born and I thought of Edith Piaf, dead in the back of a van, ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/14/the-ghost/ The Scream We now know why the sky in Edward Munk’s painting was so oddly red and frightening, there had been a volcanic eruption in the East, pity the man on the bridge, who had his anguish painted on the afternoon sky http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/14/the-scream/ The Wedding I’m going to a wedding in June; in the part of Brussels where even street cleaners speaks French, all be it, with a working class accent. The bride and groom have lived together for twenty years and have adult children, their parents will look ancient walking down the ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/14/the-wedding/ Senryu Street bravado A frantic way to cover For lack of self worth Senryu Street credibility Is to be on friendly terms With the bully Senryu Only true cowards Have the intelligence needed To leave street life Senryu Israel’s creation Confirms beyond doubt That violence works. Senryu Often murder is… A small man’s easy answer To a big problem Tanka To tell Palestinians: “Get a life, forget Nakba.” Is like telling Jews: “Get a ... http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/14/senruy-and-tanka/ gold teeth, grin hairy chest, black with grey sin eyes that say nothing dirty old man smell big cock old man grunts have your fun tip if i did okay cum and say, look to show it was fun enough for another hundred good job you have the goods. http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/05/12/work/