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AucklandPoetry.com: Dried out Oceans

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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Darkness absorbed her black tresses. To mask the deep seas that looked intently at me. This impenetrable night was deeper than the black oceans in my garden. The squall had drowned and the tide ebbed, the taste of the salty drops still lingered. The oceans desiccated to the last tear,. Left no evidence of presence in the excuse of the cloaked night the immensity of vast spaces weighed me down,. The whining moment’s elusive entwinements. In the retreating station. You can search...

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AucklandPoetry.com: cleansing

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Sunday, December 14, 2008. We spent the day in solemn meditation,. Herb water was our only medication. Body and soul were one in mediation,. Seeking for healing and remediation. After much contest, angst and agitation,. The outcome of our corporate cogitation. Was this resolve, proclaimed with animation;. To censure all past sins in commination. Now we are clean and pure and whole, and wholesome. As paragons of health, we are the whole sum;. Our life at close of day is full and fulsome-. With Guest Poets...

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AucklandPoetry.com: An Overcoming.

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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Midnight revolution of collective conscience. Watch your step, there's death on the footpath. And they overcame him by the blood of the faceless,. Nameless, unseen martyrs. Dead in the streetlight; flare and gash. As the eyes drop. Down, in shame, in astonishment. The just deserves of a life spent in captivity,. The last reserves of a generation spent, spent,. Spent, mother fucker. The martyrs and saints and holy men. All bow down, last breath's moment, bergomask. Life is forev...

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AucklandPoetry.com: December 2005

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Saturday, December 03, 2005. Oh Mighty Stag on yonder Crag,. Thy stately form Elates,. And shows the World and All Therein,. What He above Creates. For the Silhouette, that there Unfolds,. Is a sight from Times Primeval,. Against a moon that's waxes Full,. And Shines on things Coeval. That Haughty head with Antlers Poised,. A'reaching for the Sky,. Enables that most Noble Stance,. The Dangers to Defy. Yet be Aware and take good Care,. For Terrors lurk in Hiding,. For both Man and Beast and none the Least,.

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AucklandPoetry.com: Hyde Park

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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Shadow cast a languid palette. Of colours, clear and incandescent. Grey freen, mottled and blue. Impressionist eye held the view. Through tall grasses dancing. In Parks expanse leading,. My eye to follow a shadow to a water fountain. In reflective notes, it played happily in the fountain. And cheerful droplets rose to lead. Ones eye to the great leafy. Guardians of the park, heavy. With their summer spread,. For the human need. To escape the heat. Of the day near complete.

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AucklandPoetry.com: goodbye

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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Goodbye smells musty, like old clothes. Untouched in the back of the wardrobe;. Dusty, like words on a scrap of newspaper. That flutter from an opened book. Goodbye smells like an old man who smokes. And ate garlic last night, and the night before;. Warm, like tarmac in the middle of town. In summer, after a shower has passed. Goodbye smells like coffee newly brewing. Somewhere nearby, for someone else;. Like the kerosene taste in my throat. In the airport departure lounge.

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AucklandPoetry.com: Dawn on my Doorstep

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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Dawn on my Doorstep. A city was born. Of a virgin junkie,. And in him is life. And the life is the light of men. Streetlights and shivelights and splatters on the pavement. Dictaphones crackle, creation stares down the barrel of a 45. And the light shineth in the darkness,. And the darkness comprehends it not. Real people in nice overcoats and expensive socks. Stroll by, content and satiated. Come join the cause! You can't buy this kind of publicity,. Despoliation is the key!

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AucklandPoetry.com: EVENTS

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Friday, September 15, 2006. Event postings welcome by email - use our Contact us page for details on how to send stuff to info@aucklandpoetry.com. Tuesdays, from 8pm. If you have a poetry event to post here email info@aucklandpoetry.com. Posted by Nicholas Alexander. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. Fri Nov 10, 07:13:00 PM NZDT. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Contributors please join here. Poetry Live has readings every Tuesday at 8pm. Letters to the Editor. Dec 2005 The Stag.

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AucklandPoetry.com: How to post

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Saturday, April 01, 2006. If you have accepted an invitation to post* on this site - please follow this format:. Put your full name. Start you poem with a title, and use the B (BOLD). To make it a title. Also set its Size to LARGE. You can of course leave out the title if you wish. (But do not leave out the author). Add a byline if you wish - use italics. How to join the site and post. If you have received an email from me that says:. You have been invited by nicholas to join a blog called. Stay on the t...

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AucklandPoetry.com: The School of Sleep

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Sunday, December 14, 2008. The School of Sleep. On waking from the deepest sleep. I wondered, were life in reverse. If nights of sleep be school of life. Each day a play we must rehearse. I’d have to study my behaviour. Selfish acts and maybe worse. A mind so full of petty thoughts. And maybe once or twice a curse. Maybe I should practise caution. Erotic sighs won’t pass this student,. Shock waves rock the universe. At dusk pretence just slips away. The naked form is free of sham. This is just brilliant.