Rhyming Verse and Poetry

Death sent me an invoice

Death sent me an invoice
papered black
I'd send it back
but where?

I tear….
it open
and tear…
again

A bill
to kill
the highest price to pay
I'll just look the other way
and pay my dues
on some other far
and distant day.

1 6 2011

Number 54

Up the path
they come
pitter patter
pitter patter
a barby swill
'brella party
at number 54

Bubbles and still
nitter natter
nitter natter
tinkling laughter
titter tatter
titter tatter
silver cutlery
clitter clatter
clitter clatter
where platter
upon platter
of groaning tables
overflow with
chitter chatter
chitter chatter
as people
come and go
at number 54

The cook
audacious
sauced and aproned
splitter splatter
splitter splatter
oversees
the voracious crowd
while
the hostess
ever convivial
proud and gracious
opens her heart
at number 54

Flatmates flow
back and forth
all add their flavour
before they
scitter scatter
scitter scatter
however
a hosts handy help
is another matter
as he remains
happily ensconced
at number 54

The years pass
memories light
a certain glow
and all the while
in and out
people forever
come and go
pitter patter
nitter natter
titter tatter
clitter clatter
chitter chatter
splitter splatter
smitter smatter
shitter shatter
before they
scitter scatter
at number 54

1. 4. 2010

The Breast is at Rest

The mighty oak ivy cloaked
stands centre stage
as a world of creatures
come out to play night and day
to tall tales tell
and make wild wishes in the well

Life has begun
in the garden
of the setting sun
where the Hands of Grace
fly a full flame flush
over Heavens face
as the hum of day gives way
to a night-time hush so still
and an unseen will
takes birth
to herald in a new earth.

This night
my breast can rest
in the garden of dreams
to sleep down deep
as the last sun-beams
castaway the day
of fading memories
I bury the past
…at last
to claim the stars
and spread my arms
into the dark night long
where winding pathways
moonlight spark
until the flight of bird-song

the damp dew dawn
kisses morn
to dance in the day long light
winging in a wild dove
singing
'Life is a never ending love.'

11. 2008

The Ever-shining Sea

Memories past
cast long shadows
clouding
the ever-shining sea
masking
the clear-light
of eternity

Future thoughts
share shadowing
with memories gone
as thoughts are
time-bound children
lost to
freedom's song

Dive deep
into the ocean
where the motion
turns still
where the sounds of silence
resonate
to a long forgotten will

Beneath that churning foam
no ripples crease the sea
sacrifice
on the altar of time
surrendering
the separation
called me.

The mystery
sits mighty
majestic
on it's throne
as the serene song
of the sea sirens
seduces you
home.

15. 3. 2005

I took a lone walk
at the close of day
gazed over sea
shot red
shattered gold-glass
and tripped the sand to the
shags and sailing seagulls.
Gold gave way to granite glistening
milked with moonlight
where the ink filled night
heralded a hush
as the birdsong bedded down
cloaked in silence stilled
I am standing
awe-filled.

8. 7.2004

The language of life speaks universes
spinning a glittering tapestry
into the dark velvet deep
as the cosmos stirs from a timeless sleep
planetary arms radiate space
in a mutual gravitational embrace
we are blazing and orbiting each other
stargazing the spheres
revealing the dance of the cosmic lover
spiral tunnelling light years
worlds within worlds
undulate in a stellar sea
a cosmic flame laser arcs
where constellations transit eternity
as the heavens bed down in our hearts.

12.4.2003

In the bed of Being
life and death unite
soul mates eternally wed
where creations womb ignites
birthing universes pulsating red
Life dances to the bells of time
singing a lovers song
when the bells no longer chime
and time weighs heavy and long
And the long bow quivers in trepidation
as the arrow finds its mark
death opens in anticipation
into the long night of the dark
Voided within the inner space
a whispering melody is heard
a ripple creases heavens face
as Grace sounds out The Word
“Life and death are partners in
a cosmic game
When life has loved and satisfied its thirst
death stakes a claim
on the sons and daughters of the Universe
Yet there is only life loving itself
Death is an eternal sea
the arms of love welcome us home
spirits soaring free
to roam the heart of space
eternally”

19.3.2003

Seasons of the Heart

The Heart is blooding
grieving the blue
flooding
rushing
flushing old debris
allowing the new
The Heart is throbbing
bursting anew
garnetted gold
spinning into view
toiling the old
no more
winning
I soar
The Heart is pulsing
webbing waltzing
weaving delicate strands
ebbing the flow
rippling sands
a mind captured
letting go
taken by invisible hands
enraptured.
The Heart is bringing
a wellspring
whispering wisdom
self fulfilling
willing
fed from depths of Being
pure and all seeing
The Heart is winging
singing
ancient tales since time began
trading time’s tune
for the Eternal Heart
of creation’s womb
I enter
the centre
I Am.

10.9.2000

Early morning sunrise

‘Tis a dawn day
quiet pastel flush
spreading hush
water colour world
fireball golden rise
redding
Aotearoa skies
granite sea reflects
first light
song sets
the day
early morning sunrise.

2000

The mystic heart

There is a living word
whispering in the silence of the soul
shining in the compassionate heart
calling from moment to moment
voice of the timeless
life ever-new
ever present
guiding light of the Mystic Heart
not written, not a doctrine
not a religion
dynamic
loving
creative.

2000

Body bird
mauling forsaken
last word
grief screeches
a lonesome call
death reaches
the final fall
Poised and hawking
swoops a flutter
taken falling
beats a breast
calling awaken
and scutter.
Hushed and still
flushed and feathered
tethered
dust to dust
until
a rising upthrust
winging
skywards
cuts the ties that bind
Severed and flying free
unwind espirit
to soar and sear
the heart of space
for evermore.

1999

When I suck the Kumara

When they drop me down
I won’t go down with a frown
When they drop me in
I intend to go down with a grin
And when rigor mortis takes hold
I hope that me grin is big and bold
And as I turn to dust and dirt
I hope me stiff grin doesn’t hurt
I’ll smile smile smile all the way
I won’t let death ruin my day
I’ll keep me humour no matter what
Even as they till me plot
Even as they carve my stone
I will accept me lot, won’t moan
Whoever writes my epitaph
I will have the final laugh
Refer to me as the ‘dear departed’
I will laugh and be light-hearted
They think I just sucked the kumara
Dead? No way, ‘tis just a rumour

1998

A lament in the Void

How does a heart sound the pain
where the rhythm of love
trips to the rain
falling
into the wild the wide the deep
reaching
the other side
in a never ending sleep
suspended
in a nowhere place
aching
faking
sun-kiss upon the face
dying
lying that all is well
a tin pot robot hell
fireless and soul lost
screaming the silence
unbearable nothing place
trapped
eternally in empty space

20.11.1995

A gentle lapping song
shores at the edges of my soul
an inarticulate whisper
holds all harmony
in a heart-beat
let us serenade the innocence.

15. 5. 1995

Dreamtide lives
ebb and flow
we are travellers
tunnelling time warps
like garrulling ghosts
echoing on
Lifestreams spray
the land of dreams
into a wavelike whirlpool
falling we enter
far flung we forge
another 3D reality
lifetimes.

1993

Fear = Death

A long screech into the lone dark night
on the altar of the sacrificial site
night claw predator swift and sure
glides ghostlike down deaths corridor
Prey is dead
Pray for the dead
Pray.
Impaled upon the wheel of destiny
bulging eyes blood-lit and spinning
galactic freak-show out of control
free-falling forever faceless
black as black and spaceless.

Love = Life

Day floods the night that fills the void
illuminating the dance of the planetary actinoid
children of eternity whirl into life’s embrace
choreographed by the hand of Grace
Praise the Light
Praise Life
Praise.
In the silence of perfection
mind mirrors the divine reflection
The soft breath of a snow white dove
whispers
life is a never ending love.

1993

At the core of Being
bonhomie
all power and potential
in perpetuity
where world’s scatter-seed
creating universes
spinning time into truth
on Love’s Loom
endlessly.

1992

Aotearoa rising windward
Emerging gold gaseous
Visioning flushed flaming
Aotearoa setting seaward
Corralled in liquid-light
Ripples crease the aquatic deep
As the breath of life
Swirls sea-spray
And the heart-blood pulsates
Preparing to people the land.

1990

The wind feels its way over hillsides
flies into cliff faces
the sky at midnight blue
rushes in to greet the days first blush
as the song of morning rises the day
A black-eyed gull
beady and bald
takes stock
over a sea shining
a compliment to the dawn
The shell-shore litter
trails the coast
scattering rock croppings
that perch
staring out to sea
oblivious to the Pohutakawas
bent in quiet expectation
exercising their natural right
It’s a days divide between dawn and dusk
As we sit and soak the scene inside us.

1989

Golden fingers
long and tenuous
rake the horizon
revealing welts of purple-red
a hush holds at days end
toi toi sways in a still frame
A shrill cry splits apart flaxen
castles where
long shadows lie
A lone Pukeko
leaps silently into the fading light
as the marshland opens
it’s arms to the night.

1989

Blue water deep
skeletal fragments float
suspended
caught in a cross-current swirl
swinging to some soundless rhythm
fossilized forever.

1989

Haute Couture Communiqué
intimacy of long friends in time
a quiet buzz
ra ta ta of laughter
moments minutes
days weeks
months years
a drum rolls into distant time
The room fades
no walls
no floor
no ceiling
to the topic
Suspended animation
long days
sharp and clear
where
the mind reveals itself to itself
and the other so near
In tune
a long time through the years
You wear a revealing suit
so do I
I like your style
your cut and thrust
Ever exchanging garments of the mind
Haute Couture Communiqué
intimacy of long friends in time
through the years.

1989

Deep down
the bowels of the earth
erupt
to spill over into the cavernous deep
where worlds submerge and subside
A dream-womb
entombs
melting pots
granite glazed aquamarine
and fashioned by an invisible hand
A mind remembers the place
where sea-coal embers smoulder
and vaporous gases
curl and cup
to pour lubricant
on an ancient scene
Once dead
the heart-land explodes
and earth’s blood-streams
molten gold
echoing visions from an epoch
of old
as told
in a dream
deep down.

1988

Gulf Gazing

Blue fades into distant hue
dappled white and pink
lined grey
a long forgotten melody chimes
carried wind-wards
The Master arranges a pastel palette
I’m captured and sung over
Pencil grey horizon mists away
as evening takes the day
way
down.

1988

Early Morn

Early morn
Rushing down
Dawn arrives all fresh and flushed
But
I am a leaden rogot
Incarcerated into grey glass and concrete
A voice within whispers
Why weave a weary way down old roads?
The bright gold-pink
Skirting skywards
Shines high with hope
All is not grey forever
Seven days
And I’ll be back
To where the sea’s song is heard
And birds fly full and free
Where the sky is stretched over canvas
Sun-gold and splashed by rainbows
I’ll be back where I want to be
Where my heart holds secret dreams
To seed tomorrows destiny

1988

Long ago
a smoke filled room
was ripped apart
as white-hot lightning
flashed
filling eye sockets
searing my heart
sending it spiralling
down
into Hades
to burn
to yearn
to drown
a decade.
Times tempter
hung hope on the lure
to fan the fire
of the fallen one
but an unfed flame
burns low
an ember
and hells gate beckons
go free
The devil I’ll not want to remember
Will Satan surrender me?

1986

Life's crazy carnival
is a roller coaster ride
a merry go round
wheeling
I want to tear free
not be
crucified
to the round-a-bout
of eternal heartache.
The house is haunted
gaunt ghosts
wail
skeletons scream
at the festival for freaks
Throw the ball
hit the wooden clown
Win a prize
roll up roll up
is the call
but
you pay

1986

The sea snakes silver-green
slides into the open mouthed shore
that swallows the foaming head.
Dark clouds march across the sky
gathering their armies
leaving a slither of metallic light
the land lies stark and vulnerable
trembling in anticipation of the night
Earth heaves a sigh
opening to the inevitable.
A wild-war frenzy tore the land
lightening flashed
armies clashed
and the rivers ran red
The seas turned in fury upon the coasts
the battered body wept
canker crusts
the face a mask of former ghosts
time for old wounds to heal
as she slept.

3. 11. 1988

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