Spring will transform this
rottenness into flowers,
growing towards the light.
Word of warning to you all: Make sure you add an authorization to all your poems or the Electoral Commission will call them political ads and will hunt you down. What you gonna do when they come for you?
Key, Collins, Whale
merry chums of yore
all beef hooked
Not haiku but on National Poetry Day I always take poetic licence. Just like John Key.
Maybe this could even be the anthem as the skiff goes down. Six weeks after Dirty Politics.
Aotearoa, rugged individual
Glisten like a pearl, at the bottom of the world
The tyranny of distance, won’t stop this cavalier
And why should it stop me?
I’ll conquer and stay free
Ah c’mon all you lads,
let’s forget and forgive
There’s a world to explore, tales to tell back on shore
It’s just six weeks in a leaky boat
Six weeks in a leaky boat
Net-wrecked love can be cruel, don’t be fooled by her kind
There’s no wind in my sails to protect and prevail
I’ve just got six weeks in a leaky boat
Nothing to it leaky boat
(Acknowledgements to Split Enz)
what makes me vegan
is that cannibalism’s
taken so lightly
poor, lie low Judith,
searing power of the light
threatens to crush her
red white blue black green
dazzling colours to impress
colour blind climate
Not a Haiku but I thought Paul Henry’s compact poem was so beautiful, it should be included – Judith Collins is toast, isn’t she?
At the end of the day
If you’ve got nothing to hide
you’ve got nothing to fear
Spring will transform this
rottenness into flowers,
growing towards the light.
Word of warning to you all: Make sure you add an authorization to all your poems or the Electoral Commission will call them political ads and will hunt you down. What you gonna do when they come for you?
Key, Collins, Whale
merry chums of yore
all beef hooked
Not haiku but on National Poetry Day I always take poetic licence. Just like John Key.
Maybe this could even be the anthem as the skiff goes down. Six weeks after Dirty Politics.
Aotearoa, rugged individual
Glisten like a pearl, at the bottom of the world
The tyranny of distance, won’t stop this cavalier
And why should it stop me?
I’ll conquer and stay free
Ah c’mon all you lads,
let’s forget and forgive
There’s a world to explore, tales to tell back on shore
It’s just six weeks in a leaky boat
Six weeks in a leaky boat
Net-wrecked love can be cruel, don’t be fooled by her kind
There’s no wind in my sails to protect and prevail
I’ve just got six weeks in a leaky boat
Nothing to it leaky boat
(Acknowledgements to Split Enz)
what makes me vegan
is that cannibalism’s
taken so lightly
poor, lie low Judith,
searing power of the light
threatens to crush her
red white blue black green
dazzling colours to impress
colour blind climate
Not a Haiku but I thought Paul Henry’s compact poem was so beautiful, it should be included – Judith Collins is toast, isn’t she?
At the end of the day
If you’ve got nothing to hide
you’ve got nothing to fear
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