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.
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- Nach Schwerem Traum - A Personal 'transl... -new-
- Winter Lighthouse Rainbow
- Nippy And The Giant
- Drinking The Pubs Of Otley Dry
- If You Were The O'o
- Crossties And Lines
- Astridsaga - A Fragment
- For 'matariki' Our Right Whale Or Tohorā
- Riders To Avalon
- Returning From The Land Of Youth
- Heart Stains Are Forever
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 –
For Jane Fonda At 80
When young you were as stunning as the dawn Red clouds threatening an impending storm Older you are as lovely as the dusk Quiet in twilight now the storm has passed.
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 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.
Kiss Me Kate - Carefully. The Kangaroo
Poets often use many words To say a simple thing. It takes thought and time and rhyme To make a poem sing.
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 -
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
If You Were The O'o
If you were the last of your kind What song would you sing And who would you sing it for?
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
The taipan is an 8 foot snake
Whose treading on is some mistake.
Deep in the Aussie Outback yonder
If off the beaten track you wander
You may feel an elapid mandibular crush -
Then a shikkering neurotoxic rush
While its haemolytics clot the blood -
And curse the spot where once you stood.