Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Jul 31, 2006 at 01:51 o\clock

Taken at a boring Wellington party

These Hungarian Artists have a great sense of humour


Jul 30, 2006 at 10:26 o\clock

My son Timothy on the phone

A great guy



Jul 30, 2006 at 10:08 o\clock

Bobby and Becky my adorable son and daughter

Jul 30, 2006 at 09:50 o\clock

Lyall Bay meeting of Poetry Cafe Executive Lets be serious please www.poetrycafe.co.nz

  Signing up another soul   eh eh eh


Jul 29, 2006 at 09:50 o\clock

Green seen


Ø       Across the green canopy birds fly in random flight

Ø       Below an emerald lake
 that shimmers with a magic morning mist

 between the ancient forest
 a path meanders up
 its zig zag motion

 and tramping on
 across the still water
 a cathedral quiet feel
 below the deep beckons
 come jump in welcome
 and then to bush clad shore
 green fortress nature bars
 a tangle confusion of nature
that grabs at our fragile forms


    To struggle or surrender

   to lie on mossy bed bower

   a vine intertwine softed flesh

   imprints but a brief scar


@N Furby





Jul 29, 2006 at 03:02 o\clock

Reading poems at Kellys to an audience of one


Judging by body language my audience is reserving his opinion on my reading of :Dead Possums for Dead Crayfish:

Jul 28, 2006 at 07:30 o\clock

Colors colors

Apple Mac Snapped me

Jul 26, 2006 at 03:01 o\clock

Apple Pie



luvs apples I do


I bite into the shoulder flesh


Roll the stalk with my thumb


And eat the whole core whole


@n furby

Jul 26, 2006 at 02:54 o\clock

I would die for a coffee

Service not the best


Jul 24, 2006 at 08:19 o\clock

Proposal with impact

A plane that was charted to help a man propose to his girl friend crashed, injuring the couple and the pilot.

Relatives holding a sheet saying,"Erica,will you marry me " ? watched from the ground as the plane stalled and crashed .

The couple and the pilot suffered injuries that did not appear life threatening.

As Erica Brussee was loaded into the ambulance she said

"Tell Adam I said yes"


Jul 24, 2006 at 08:00 o\clock

Pukerua Bay NZ Legend

So this guy Haunui a Nanaia crosses the land from Mahia to Pukerua Bay following his wife Wairaka who has ran off with two men called Weka and Kiwi

So he gets his revenge turns the men into birds (Flightless and shortsighted )and his wife into a rock.


Tough Justice



Jul 24, 2006 at 01:12 o\clock

Art Space A Dream which became my night mare

P joined me in the initial setup and M became joint Director.

M started to upset clients and volunteers and I had to end her involvement with the organisation.

She was a Trustee and threatened legal

B was voted on to the board as Treasurer. He with M supporting him then went on to discredit me with accusations of my incompetence andspending of funds on big nights out in Wellington.

W resigned as President and I persuaded P to become President so we could have the
numbers to outvote the motion of B and M to remove me from  my position.

 I survived this and M resigned . B also resigned. A his partner and friend of M once a worker for the Art Space walked out saying it would never get going.

D and S joined as Trustees at P request
D made a move to take over my position but failed.

Meantime P fell out with me over matters personal and became distant and would not discuss anything  with me.
Therefore the relationship between Pr and me Director became strained
and unworkable.I then worked with W on everyday matters he being the go
between me and P.

Things with D the landlord and myself became strained as he opposed any idea and scheme that I came up with.

I also became behind in the rent and he demanded a meeting with my board of Trustees.

Well it all built up and yes I cracked after 18 months of tact and scheming
to survive and let D and his chairman know what I thought of them

It was the end . So for the Art Space to survive I offered my head on a
platter with the hope that my board would defend my actions.

P moved quickly offered my position to A who took it without any qualms and I was gone.

The Art Space closed 13 months later April 06


Jul 24, 2006 at 00:51 o\clock

Poem inspired by Woman with a Parasol see below picture




Why the looks

You all attitude

Your child so glum


What went on in your life?

Desertion perhaps

Your Lover untrue


Looking back to your time

From our solo parent parenting

Your state our uncaring norm


But in the paint and colour

Your lives stretch on canvas

An imprint a delicate dignity


Our hearts your hearts combine



@ Neil Furby



Jul 24, 2006 at 00:47 o\clock

Camille Monet and Her Son Jean Woman with a Parasol

Jul 20, 2006 at 03:34 o\clock

Blanket Blare Song Lyric


Blanket man Blanket man

We pass you by each day

You have become a Wellington Icon

But what’s the price you pay


Blanket man Blanket man

Putting ya body on the line

So close to the roadside

Your death wish is a sign


Blanket man Blanket man

How come you are this way?

Tapping sticks for money

But we still pass you by each day



Lets all become blanket people

And lie down naked wrap up warm

Sticks a tapping for a new New Zealand

Enlightened peoples on a new dawn


@Neil Furby

Jul 15, 2006 at 07:18 o\clock

Pukerua Bay New Zealand







as the shadows leave no scar


on the folding hills


so my body leaves no scars


on you




Neil Furby

Jul 15, 2006 at 06:59 o\clock

Ticks and tides

The poem escapes the clock
Because it is sea
And it grows with the wind.
Lovers carry a mirror
With anchored tongues.
At last the sky rests in the sea
So that the sun and the stars
Speak to one another, drop by drop.
Neil F

Jul 13, 2006 at 00:41 o\clock

Onepoto Productions New Zealand

  Call me 027 489 6066 for any interesting art project realisation

Jul 13, 2006 at 00:27 o\clock

Sausage and laugh

It was a chance remark at the sausage sizzle outside the Red Shed that sent me off to compile a rescue plan for this New Zealand tradition.


“How come the price of a sausage is still only a dollar? “ I said to the Rock and Roll club member as he folded my sausage into a slice of bread.

“The only way that we can keep it at a dollar is to reduce our margins.”

It will soon not be worth doing

He replied ‘ tapping his sausage lifter in double time.


So here is my marketing plan to save this NZ icon using other marketing plans of our great corporations



Deliver the sausage in different colors and offer delivering the product to the purchaser at varying speeds charging a surcharge that reflects the speed from order to delivery.


Electricity Companies

Make sausages in different shapes and color and cut the bread in varying shapes.

Offer all these together on the grill and charge a sliding scale price for the sausage plus a surcharge for the labour cost of transporting the uncooked sausage to the grill. from the grill to the bread, and the whole from the seller to the buyer.


Petroleum Companies

If a pig sneezes or a cow trips up increase the selling price of sausages immediately.



Liquor Industry

Decrease the size of the sausage but charge the same price



Loyalty Cards

Offer a sausagebuy card where if the buyer purchases a thousand sausages they get one free.


Anyone willing to help make a commercial or a  bill board hoardings contact sausresc at getsmart @paradise.net.nz.




Jul 12, 2006 at 20:14 o\clock

Emotions on the walk today

Anger was finding a pile   of new paua shells  under sized by some rocks  Some people cannot be called human I am afraid
Guilt I felt for a while when I found a sheep stuck in a small gulley just above the waterfall on the track to the radio station and I I was going to carry on and leave it there as I considered it quite dangerous to haul the sheep out
Fear was when i jumped in the gulley and dragged him up on to the path
I thought that if the sheep struggled we would both be on our way down the water fall
Well the sheep was great and just lay meekly on its side while I man handled it to safe ground
Mother and Child