Monday 20th of February 06
Starts at 7:30 pm Open
Mic for all
Me with cheese smile and target practise sign
Baby poem I wrote for a new born baby on txt message on request
New poetry business !!!
Precious new born / two tiny feet/two tiny hands /adorable little face/sent to us on angels wing/ To love and cherish/always
Hills fold dark in Pukerua Bay
The deadly plot unfolds
The rain plays a soft tattoo on tin roofs
On this Sunday afternoon
Below the car snake winds its way south
The road way is wetting
At the shops an ambulance sits in wait
Coiled for the kill
The trap is set
In the hissing convoy someone slips
And the carnage begins
That noise the tear of metal
The killing machine wails
The master now the slave
The metal beasts strike out
Soft bodies impale against the shards
Bones snap heads smash
Red paints the scene
Breathe shallows or silences
The snake stops
disbelive and shock
The siren seranade begins
A theatre of rescue arrives
This a death scene and battle maim
Sweep up the damage and the dead
Whisk away the players
Let the snake move on its way
Till the next next rainy day
@Neil W Furby
Nor did our hands touch
Or my lips never brushed your cheek
In this mourning time of ending
I rummage my memory to hear your voice lilt
And ponder on your written lines
Were we mere fragments in space?
Without bodies who can read the signs
Salty tears and salty seas I salute you
