Wayne Falconer

Rookie (25/02/52 / Wanganui)

Wayne Falconer Poems

1. Her Temporary Casanova 3/21/2012
2. Roots Past And Present 3/21/2012
3. Key To The Highway 3/21/2012
4. House Of Blue Light 3/21/2012
5. Satellite In Dark Sky 3/24/2012
6. Natures Young Conquest 3/24/2012
7. The Breath And Flame Revisited 3/24/2012
8. Wanganui River Song 5/6/2012
9. The Working Poet Blues 5/8/2012
10. His Love Goddess 5/13/2012
11. The Ageless Conflict Song 5/13/2012
12. Ghost Of Hippies Past 5/17/2012
13. Once Were Guardians Of Our Nation 5/17/2012
14. A Dream Journalist View 5/19/2012
15. Pete Townshends Generation 5/19/2012
16. A Beatle Divorce 5/21/2012
17. Once In Youthful Age 5/21/2012
18. Bone Flute Song 5/21/2012
19. Messenger Of Love 5/21/2012
20. Time Is 6/9/2012
21. Shine On Syd Barret 6/9/2012
22. In Our Days Of Yore 6/9/2012
23. Today Is Twenty First Century Day 6/9/2012
24. Shakespeare Daughter's Hungry Street 6/15/2012
25. The First New Zealand Son 6/15/2012
26. Normal Is As Normal As 6/16/2012
27. Dancing On Pure Air 6/18/2012
28. A Drug Abuse Blues 6/19/2012
29. The Blues Highway 6/23/2012
30. Seances 6/23/2012
31. Less Chaos More Order 7/28/2012
32. The Art Of Expression 5/22/2012
33. The Apocalypse Wartime Blues 5/22/2012
34. Nostradamus 5/23/2012
35. Newspaper Blood Hound 6/2/2012
36. Jekyll And Hyde 6/8/2012
37. The Blues Line 4/29/2012
38. Mused Poetic Trip 5/6/2012
39. Addressing Poem From Gallery 8/8/2012
40. Art Of Living 8/10/2012
Best Poem of Wayne Falconer

In Warsaw Ghetto

Halina remembers how two
four year old girls in ghetto
sang for their supper
but received nothing.
The girls had angel voices
but one day they died,
starvation claimed them.
Halina Robinson survived the ghetto
but remains haunted still
and two angel children died
while heaven and man looked on
still she asked question why?

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Her Temporary Casanova

Her modern hip casanova
arrived midnight hour.
Bringing his playful style.
Capturing her with his magic,
with all his intense charm.
His presence filled the night.

The old house rocked loud,
under his tuneful beat.

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