We squashed guavas with pine nuts
You rode Cappuccino
then we nuzzled and groomed... more »
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... more »
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.... more »
(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… ...... more »
Whilst winter remains ensconced
You break bleakness over coldness embers
Fires stoke to orange and coax blues warm
to remember, bearing revitalisation... more »
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... more »
(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
HN: (Lewd)... more »
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... more »
The certainty of appearances is that optical illusion is never what the shapes seam.
Yesterday …... more »
Not in our backyard
we do not want to be
diversity depleted of our endemic trees
They make me fly much further... more »
When Mardi Gras wooed Pantomime
they danced through all the streets,
the gods, whose Credo was the time
sent fireworks as treats.... more »
(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...... more »
forget me not evers
rest in my field, dreams
toss, turn across wind
sheet swept where bluest... more »
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 ...
and I bore tributaries all over
You are 19 today
and even tho the umbilical cord severed
the bloodlines never…
and each dropp bled