forget me not evers
rest in my field, dreams
toss, turn across wind
sheet swept where bluest
When Mardi Gras wooed Pantomime
they danced through all the streets,
the gods, whose Credo was the time
sent fireworks as treats.
(Note from writers: the following was originally compiled in ‘real time’ as seen on www.poemhunter.com/poem/snub-for-my-blueberry/
We hope the readers enjoy as much as the writers did (again) , this 'off the cuff ' writing collaboration.)
EP: Emancipation Planz and HN: Herbert Nehrlich
Not in our backyard
we do not want to be
diversity depleted of our endemic trees
They make me fly much further
The certainty of appearances is that optical illusion is never what the shapes seam.
(Note from writers: the following is an extracted 'off the cuff ' writing set undertaken over a couple of hours on Forum) .
EP: Emancipation Planz HN: Herbert Nehrlich
Across the harbour, above the ranges
clouds appeared as fluffy ducks with angel wings
racing West towards Australia..
perhaps they were flying off Virgin Blue’s
(Note from writers: the following is an extracted 'off the cuff ' writing played out on Forum on 22/2/09) . EP: Emancipation Planz and HN: Herbert Nehrlich
Tonight… (I not sit on the fence… I put up a signal.. want to play…? ? ?)
Whilst winter remains ensconced
You break bleakness over coldness embers
Fires stoke to orange and coax blues warm
to remember, bearing revitalisation
Heart, crosses and almond eyes stares
Tis time for breakfast and kindness cares
Buttercups, roses and counting down sleeps
for when special meets special, life turns sweet
We squashed guavas with pine nuts
You rode Cappuccino
then we nuzzled and groomed
If the hardest thing I do today
Is to encourage another
Then I will not get lazier
As life is doing for sister or brother
With smile in good cheer, and in purpose so dear
with you on my head,
An estaurine delight here you’ll find
The Whau River ebbs and flows with tide
Kingfisher and shag are only two
of our native taonga that await you.
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** From My Tree
Tripping over midnight,
One day …
time will catch up with my sadness.
Drops will dissipate to sediments in sand.
Bottled well, sage
instinctively preserves antiquities.
You say …
You don’t dream,
yet I have spare memories to give away
they sink in fuchsia clouds
velocity collides with consolation.
It should have been a syzygy,
the awe of infinitesimal.
Instead, it was eclipsed by a storm
delayed on time lines tracked by
trains in lieu of emergency services.
My poem espouses that separation
is weighted by carriages of integrity,
purpose and health
doused by the fuel of rhetoric.
I branch out at dendrochronology
and my perpetual sadness
will continue to stifle my growth.
Perhaps a lantern,
will keep me sane
and wedged between
the lowest branch
and its own shadow's play.
Only the moon would,
in the end of ends
be so bloomin’ sure.
(for my most precious medicinal Herb,
... I infuse daily)