Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Hone Tuwhare

Hone Tuwhare 

Back then 
I remember you
sitting  there alone
leaning over a walking stick
outside the cafe on a
sweltering summer's 
afternoon in Hamilton Zoo.
If I had introduced myself 
I bet we'd have bantered 
about everything except poetry.
I wanted to say something honourable and profound to you,
but I have no doubt 
it would have come out all wrong
ridiculous and adoring.
Instead  I watched you from a far
It was a moment in time 
'under no ordinary sun.'

Avie.




Tuesday, October 27, 2015

A Sullen Sobriety


A Sullen Sobriety 

Can I share with you 
a drink of warm  beer 
in a dark corner full 
of fallen leaves 
and dry twigs.
Peer into the bottle with me
look into the confined glass dungeon
when we used to try and 
quench our thirst 
of despair and burden.
Now I will pour out 
the broken gardens 
with the left over
black milk 
onto the fire to
douse the fury.

Avie




Monday, October 26, 2015

Paranoia

Paranoia 

Behind the door
I hear footsteps in the night rain
eager to discover clues 
to validate catastrophic fears.
The movie is about to begin
It's a suspense thriller.
A dark shadow
approaches from
the other side
a lover
axe murderer 
a friend 
a psychopath 
adulterer 
a robber.
Not wanting to 
break the silence to 
risk disclosing my identity
I remain silent in the dangerous tension. 
The intrigue is killing me 
without  a trace of evidence
the footsteps fade 
down the steps
 into the distant darkness.
In the morning the place will be 
swarming with cops 
knocking on doors
asking for witnesses.
Eyes  wide open
In a night-long journey 
falling asleep 
could prove fatal
steering 
head-on into an oncoming dream
I choose to remain conscious with 
reality and the suspicious encounter 
full of a strange 
enigma.

Avie.




Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Take A Pew



If you ask the old man 
he will kindly give you 
plenty of his time 
deliver a sermon or two on the hill
about the botanical plant names
in both Latin and Maori.
He sits on the church pew 
 preaches  to the young 
how bees make honey 
amongst the 
irreplaceable 
stain glass 
colours of flowers.
The garden is his Cathedral 
the children his flock
the blackbird sings
to his psalms.

Avie..

Friday, October 9, 2015

Two Worlds Collide

Two Worlds Collide 

The human smells
of the unwashed 
unaware  that he
Is chanting 
And dancing
having a conversation with the hokey sticks.
People are uncomfortably staring
He is surrounded by 
children who find his 
unpredictable  clowning 
amusing.
He is content lost in his own mind
while the poet questions 
And writes in the 
the mad world.

Avie.



Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Nightmare

Nightmare

In the quiet inlet cove 
of the inner ear
I've  heard 
whispers of murderous 
 invention 
only accessible 
in dreams.
Water taxis flow in the narrow vascular arteries 
of the sub-conscious mind.
Once you have fallen asleep
they will take you across
drop you off 
on the other side
of the corruptible night
into the  deep fathoms 
of flooded cabins.
The temperature will rise
burn inside the eye sockets
of a  charcoal skull.
Behind the curtains of dark insecurities 
where fear resides in the chills of spines.
The night fright is about to take off
the wings are in control 
there is no pilot 
the movie is on auto-pilot
the isolation from reality
is  in the hands of the  radio control tower.
Somewhere in the story
 I'm  aware
of the sabotage
that is happening 
on the demons radar.
A midnight collision with the
silent scream
Is a restless jolt
of the awakening.


Avie.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Picton

Picton

In front
of the white steps
a cenotaph 
to honour 
the glorious dead.
The soldiers uniform 
dazzling white 
angelic in statue
a brave performance 
at the entrance way 
to peace perfect peace.
A German accent
minutes off the ferry
lights a cigarette 
the smoke lingers 
amongst the colourful poppies.
White sails silently approach 
we throw stones into the 
 clear jade waters 
skimming across
the deep green reflections 
of the sounds.
I am from the old country
remembering war films 
with my Father
they always ended well.

Avie..