Portents
Portents Beyond the mists of human time There lies a greater mind Where ancient voices speak as one In image, word & rhyme The standing place of all that’s true Our helm within the storm It rises fierce to speak…
Invitation
Invitation Join the slouching black-capped man Tap, tap, tapping rabbit keys In the untrapped world Beyond the cesspits Of misinformation Where tap-tapping keys Pounce like cats Check the facts That only silence sings In resurgent hearts On grey days Where…
Take another look
Take another look You rise early to watch the rumours climb Above the dark Takaka Hills – There’d been a meeting & the young balheads outvoted the old & we had another year! The party was at the Roots Bar!…
Taking on Destruction
Taking on destruction ‘You’re taking on the road of terrible destructions’ The empire turns against itself The wolves are gatheringAbout the borders of the soul I strum my mandolin The fascist mob, they seek to rob The freedoms that we…
Parting
Parting I watch from the Arnold River swing bridge Two Black Swans Cut A V Through The Dark Waters Of Kotuku Whakaoho This is not the yoga of rivers But The Yoga Of My River Specific Historic Geographic Personal It…
Take Another Look
Take Another Look You rise early and watch the rumours climb Above the dark Takaka Hills – There’d been a meeting & the young balheads outvoted the old & we had another year! The party was at the Roots Bar!…
The Place of Salt
The Place of Salt 'You’ll find it in the place of salt… along the edge of tears…’ I see the sun, it’s risen highAlong the edge of tears Where freedom campers rise & shineTo face a world of fears &…
Aroha
Aroha‘Oh, I don’t think that anyone that doesn’t love has anything’ It’s true; we have nothing Without the active, supportive, hopeful, energyWhich always seeks the bestFor those we love & invites us, to walk beside & not ahead & has…
Stepping Off
Stepping Off We live the raw enchantmentOf the edge that is OnetahuaThe scary, scary, stepping off placeWhere the dead step-freeSo it’s no wonder we feel disorientated& struggle to relate to the settlersWho return by bus to CollingwoodFor the Wairua is…
Sanctuary
Sanctuary Finally the burners & exploitersAre banished from the Spit& at the end They shot their cattle& sold Them for pet food Which pretty much sums upThat lot & good riddance I say & welcome to the new lot That’s…
