Biography of Keith Johnson
I am an Economist and Public Policy Analyst by profession who has worked in over 25 countries during a 40-year career. In 1991, I settled in Wellington, New Zealand, having lived and worked in the Philippines for the previous seven years. Nowadays I am largely a house-husband and the principal carer for 2 small sons. As I am semi-retired from policy work, I write extensively in my spare time.
- For Steve Smith - The Aussie Cricket Cap... -new-
- Scrape Of The Cock -new-
- The Metamorphosis Of Laura Into Liberali... -new-
- Two Chairs -new-
- For Nigel The Gannet -new-
- Overheard In A Pc Swamp -new-
- Padparadscha -new-
- Ode To A Vegan Breakfast -new-
- Desolate Dragon Raging Lion
- Hillside Gems
- Devoted To The Goddess
- Toad Redux
Keith Johnson Poems
Caws, Nurses And Muses
Yesterday we sort of rescued an old man Who had crossed The Parade at Wakefield Park Stumbled and cracked his head so hard on the pavement That the paramedic could see his skull –
The Kaka [nz Parrot] And The Kuku [nz Wo...
The kuku loves domestic bliss The kaka likes life’s turns and twists The kuku is at its best at home
I love to cook two crispy snacks Of Aussie grub and Kiwi tucker, But the little crawlies both have knacks Of gumming up my cooker.
Hunt The Edge For What Is Yet Unsought
MEDIA MURMUR The mass is taken up in shoals and swarms Swept by unseen force or stigmergy,
But Strewth, the winnin'! Ow they loves this ‘frill Scrabblin' with the kids at Bondi on the beach When a ‘wowser' gets yous double-word And Strine is spelt as well as heard:
The cat has whorled itself on the duvet Burying its head into its fluffy tail Losing its nose in a quiet smile And its body in a rhythmic sleep -
Buttercups And Daisies
In mid-year when the grass was thin The buttercups would gild the fields But when the hay was gathered in Daisy-dust each swathe revealed.
The Goddess Of Protection
Economists are generally unromantic creatures And visiting Hyderabad to make a presentation On Public Sector Finance I was more interested in buying cheap silk
Let Me Grasp The Light You Shed
I stepped up taking both your hands in mine They were delicate and cold and ghostly, Flesh against metal contacting eerily: I flinched slightly at our standing back time.
The Loss Of Everyday Goodness
There revealed from a bend in the river Was the most perfect of little towns A cathedral's cupolas crowning the bluff: At the wharf a nose-bagged nag
Moments In Waitarere - New Year 2015
I was in the 4-Square at Waitarere Buying a Dom-Post and an icey-pole When I lost it and bought ‘Vs Moments'. It promised a Cinematic View
Ode To An Australian Magpie
My head aches and throbbing numbness pains My sense, as though of Bundy I had drunk As I drag my bike out from the drains One minute past where pavement-wards had sunk;
By Hook Or By Cook? The Saltwater Crocod...
The week before mid-winter’s day Young Nick’s judgement went astray - Spying aloft for cape and bay He snoozed too long and missed the way.
Modesty Their Standard [ice Picks And Vi...
Where wonders, wars, misfortune And stirring deeds are seen Where peace and wild confusion Have come and gone again
The Kune Kune Piggy
The Kune Kune is a sort of Maori Pig
Whose face is dewlapped with a whiskery bib
These wattles, tassels or piri piri
Make them look both cute and silly.
Their name in Maori means fat and round
So much so, they seem to lard the ground
And when they grunt they make you laugh -
And look for slops to fill their trough.