Capture19_6_46Who says we are most alone
When we are with the most?
And all alone with its none;
Enjoying life at its own worst?

Attempting to be on our own
We had often found its cost;
Sought glories for the stone
And won prizes we had all lost.

Collection of over 250 poems


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O’ home,
I fear I am gone.
If I do return,
Rename me the sun.

O’ my nest,
Born to be the best,
Even when I die of thirst,
My last drop you will have first.

O’ this world,
Spare me a word.
Call me anything,
At least say something.

O’ uncertainty,
You cloud my sanity;
My consciousness you cover,
So do please roll over.

O’ hunger,
A cause for bother.
Those you’ve punished,
Deceived and banished.

O’ misery,
You’re a mystery
That hushes the brave
And starve the grave.

O’ life,
Where is your sight?
Drop the knife
And use some light.

O’ kindness,
Born of happiness;
May your reward be no other
Than your blessed mother.

O’ loneliness,
So many about,
Yet in your meanness
You cast me out.

O’ death,
Why express your might
On good fate
And make its wards the late?

O’ fate
Watch my tears.
Please make me the late
Or show me someone who really cares.

O’ people,
How can you be so simple
Yet so mean,
As if it is no sin?

O’ future,
Come in whatever nature,
Just promise me;
In my place my child you’ll see.

O’ child,
For whom I roam,
Is it youth that is blind
Or I chest breasts of doom?

Collection of over 250 poems

BREASTS OF DOOM is also available as a novel


The chimps’re gaily as will ever
As the fauna king will rule never.
Penned in a checkered metal home,
Their chatter and roar a collective hum.

Huge trumpeters cupped for show
As archaic aquatic lizard’s flow.
Their mud puddles not more free
Than the walled rivers to be or see.

Eagle soars only in its mind
And serpents share their kind.
All the skies they see and saw
Lost like their choices as before.

Collection of over 250 poems



Silly days made our teens,
Sorting out our teething genes.
Over those moons, new till old
Our hormones shiver their cold.

Tasting all those many dishes;
Many we met with their witches,
Others we borrowed and mended,
But lots we created and trended.

The sting of disappointments sore,
Betrayal and pain and much more.
Ageing fear is sour but caught;
Yet still we trove amidst death.

To all morrows we cherished
That date we shared perished,
And thank it so for that spice
It puts into this new date so nice.

Collection of over 250 poems


Sleep is death everyday
And dreams, the after life.
Morning wakes Lazarus
Into a very moist terminus.

The birds call out stops,
Jetting in over roof tops.
The sun arrives from the east,
In its twelve hourly haste.

Wingless termites each pair,
From glassy littered floors appear.
Lizards leave damp cracks
Amidst frogs’ conducted croaks.

Each awakes as another
To catch the day younger.
The wet early mood hurried;
For surely last night it rained.

Collection of over 250 poems


Clear as skies have ever been,
Then stirred a slight breeze.
Gently woke a dusty scene,
Helpless pedestrians sneeze.

A clouds’ parade is called;
Smoky pawns first appear.
From the horizon they strolled
With a breeze winded in despair.

Officers’ darker mien show,
As an angry thicken sky spread.
The world’s mood goes slow,
For a brief moment, in dread.

Suddenly the tempo is upped,
Like an adrenaline spiked heart.
The living world all robbed
Of all its plans as droplets pat.

The tar-less streets go empty,
As commerce pauses in pain.
Hawkers shelter all so hasty
As the clouds cry, let it rain.

Collection of over 250 poems


Such Innocent Love
Such Innocent Love

Again and again it’s replayed,
Assistance not even repaid.
Acquaintance that made an Us,
Not maintained with new status.

But I heard your smile
Come across another mile.
I saw your heart and felt
Your mind like mine, melt.

I’m in harmony with you
And I perceive this as true.
You’re my friend come pain,
Or still over and over again.

Collection of over 250 poems

Danielle’s favourite – “Phenomenal woman” by Maya Angelou

Lovely poem

Tararua District Library (NZ) : Te Whare pukapuka o Tāmaki-nui-a-Rua

In the need of some inspiration for our poetry competition?  Danielle from Pahiatua Library regards this as one of her favourite poems, by the late, great American poet, Dr. Maya Angelou.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

Maya Angelou Maya Angelou

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my…

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The bud’s blossom is past glossy,
Time passing has folded its shiver.
Age wither and dry up the rosy
In certain preparation for shivah.

The past left without all of its,
As the present live any place else.
And now, always alone like this;
How then can the old ever bless?

Dryness of thirst spoke its waste
As all bare feet thorns had hurt.
Peacefully alone, wait for fate
With memories in a bodily hut.

When time has consumed its old
As water passes under the bridge;
This route for all, floods any hold
And water must pass under the bridge.

Collection of over 250 poems


Roach to the Rescue
And where are you off to
You little mite, busy so so?
To gather as you go through
Or borrowing to hide down low?

This wind that carry you
Draws a ring as you sing.
For one that reigns so true
You live shorter than you bring.

Your bite is so you can live
Like all who prey on fatality.
How true it is, in all who live,
That death is but a formality.

Collection of over 250 poems


Up on the plateau they reigned,
Their own old clans so formed.
Hidden on the height’s plain,
Living in plenty’s much rain.

They welcome guests well,
As prosperous strangers tell.
Soon dominance is so evident
And for the sold they want rent.

Wherever time is so kept,
Such a place has it since left.
Two is never again one unless
One is expunged and no less.

Identity established so firm,
Fights a war not for their farm.
Bullying their co-farmers’ yield
With poised spears and a shield.

Collection of over 250 poems

What do you tell a son

Bits from about the The tale of two people as taken from What do you tell a son

“While he was away, time also went away from his people on one of its numerous trips of change and it returned with the scourge of the Sheep from virtually nowhere. Time had brought the highly adaptable but unchangeable Sheep to live amongst the Goats and the Sheep came with change.

“Why the sheep herding people came with time to our founding father’s goat herding people, at that time in history and in his absence, wasn’t ours to tell. The apparent civility and common simplicity of the Sheep was however deceptive.

“The Sheep appeared cotton white and came from the far away northern sandy plains, with a popular ruse of a history. Yet they reveals to truly be creamy coloured sponges at close sight, soaking up the different surroundings of their current abode and still not changing. The deceptive Sheep took up full residence on the hospitable Goats’ rocky plains and the Goats allowed the Sheep to be ease. The Sheep sheltered in the many comfortable shades of the hills and lived under the few short trees, staying outside the Goats’ homely cacti fences. The Sheep was free to go and do as they please and the Goats weren’t bothered in the least, at first.

“The Sheep are very familiar with life on perpetual transit, they have always led a squatter’s lifestyle by their faithful orientation. Their visit didn’t at first look like it was permanent. Their intention to stay wasn’t apparent, as they seem to have merely paused on their trip. But over time they appear to have been held back, not by their needs for necessities but by their initially hidden desire to dominate.

“Disguised as a lone caravan of a purely commercial purpose, they embarked on trading. The Sheep are well journeyed and the Goats accepted them in good faith. The Sheep are indeed well traveled and they actually traded. But before long the Sheep established a life of their own kind in pockets around the rocky hills of the Goats. They bred and fed and stayed and remained on the Goats’ vast rich plains.

“Everyone has a home of origin. Some place, somewhere their history had particularly began, where the first of their kind fell and hit the ground from where ever they believe they dropped or emerged, or simply had faith they came from. Everyone has a place they name as theirs and the Goats point at the vast richly fertile rocky plains as theirs. Theirs is a huge arable plateau they are proud of and the Goats point at it with the boastful ease of its rightful owners. They own the land and run it as they stand on it.

“This isn’t disputed even by their guests, the Sheep. But then the Sheep also started to point at the plateau as theirs too.
The Sheep bragged with the legal shield of time and change, but not the same historical ease the Goats could muster. The Sheep truly showed that they had acquired big chunks of the plateau with their efforts and will thus run it as they stand on it too. Still the Goats had borne their continuous indigenous identity without the shame or regret most other would have for letting the Sheep stay on.

“But the Goats were all about their own ways and weren’t set on dominance and the dominance of any people is allowed them by those around them they influence in their deliberate ways. Growth flourishes in hospitable settings and the Sheep developed. The Sheep influenced their way into every facet of the Goats’ way of life, until before long the Sheep looming dominance was becoming a reality. The Goats were made less comfortable on their land and they got increasingly apprehensive of the Sheep, as they also took to habitually sun-bathe their spongy cream coloured hides in the grassing plains the Goats frequent.

“The Sheep were unperturbed as they continue to dry their ego in the lazy sunlight as the rains park their clouds away on the rocky hills daily. The earliest choices of the Goats were made in an era that harmlessly allowed it.

“Literacy comes with harsh discernment and this can subsequently hurt the knowledgeable candidate. It makes a simple favour become cruel, it makes good food poisonous and culture archaically crude in its established nature. The Goats grew knowledgeable and realized the Sheep had remained and over stayed.

“The Sheep are well known for their sacred ordered nature, which they have established vastly in all their far northern lands under economic, cultural and military duress. The Sheep are religious nomads, robed in their spongy external purity, which has been forcibly trusted all over the larger region as in the ancient deserts it originates from. This however only gives credibility to their adapted creed but not their person. They are as circumstantially religious as everybody else and not any different than the Goats they grew to belittle and seek to subjugate.

“The Sheep is a dumb animal and this is essential in faith. The Sheep is the kind that doesn’t question faith but accept it as it is; root, trunk, branches and leaves. It chews the blossoms with their buds and thorns. This made the Sheep the most selfless faithful convert ever. They are diligent to their faith with strict blindness.

“Faith and religion prospers thus, when it is unflinching, steady and sure. The stupidities of illiterate disciplines feed the course and develops it to an enviable height. The Goats lacked this steadfastness, unlike the Sheep. The Goats do not venture out of their habitat to seek change, ever. This change had only come to them with time and they had very little control on how it came or what it does.

“The Goats ordinarily sort their communities base on their immediate clans and they endlessly stay hidden in their rocks, on their high cold plateau. With the permanent presence of the Sheep, change had found the Goats out, where they had remained for all time. They were not prepared for it. They were unschooled and unready to accommodate this and any other kind of change.
Change naturally behaves like physical pressure, which steadily alters the state of all the elements outside its immediate presence. Pressure like change sucks all elements in or out of its place of domain, inevitably scattering the particles of all other elements. The Goats were thus doomed for lacking that conscious absorption of knowledge and ideas through continual exposure rather than deliberate learning.

“The Goats realized that they must change their ways to adapt to the presence of the crafty Sheep or only relics of their ancient origins on the plateau will be scraped off their rocky hills as fossils. In their place, the visiting Sheep will get the enviable honour of being pointed out in the future as the indigenous clan of the region because they had dominated it. The legacy of the Sheep would tarry and their opinion sought for because of their tenaciously gotten self worth.

“There is no changing a past but there is shaping the revealing future. The past can not physically hurt anyone now, but the present can and does. The present physically brings its pilgrims of change along to do the job the past didn’t do.

“Change comes with the legal right of its sheer presence and change always has unusual catalysts. The Goats learned this with time as the wise Sheep waited for the hinted sojourn of their dominance to take root. The Sheep are ever patient in their deceptively stupid poise. They are dexterous in making the smallest meal last longer by re-chewing their cod. They had time and make time last longer.

“As the entire land and far beyond it changed into a modern state, becoming one wholesome regional entity, the Sheep were fully settled and had become old on the land, with legal rights that can not be given, or taken away again. Suddenly, home became common to the Goats and Sheep alike. None of them could move, even if they wished to. But their very different worlds doesn’t need reminding of its origins, as none argues about their true origins. They took to grappling loudly over their current tenant-ship or ownerships, as the Goats or Sheep respectively view it.

“Their debates and fights for dominance grew and wouldn’t abate. It became a huge carnivorous integral monster, firing up their rage with fear, hate and greed. The beneficiaries of this legacy of disputed ownership weren’t promised much and that was the tale of his beleaguered people when our village’s founding father descended from the mountain top. He had no idea that his original Goat herding people had changed over the years he had been on the mountain. The village he had in his sight when he descended wasn’t peopled with the same simple minded people he left years ago. They were now wary of strangers and a very hostile lot.

“Life thrives on relationships; urging, courting, pushing, pulling and coaxing. Wealth, health and peace spell dominance and are the faces of the war that ensued on the lands beneath our mountain. It was right beneath our founding father all the while, on the vast plateau, where the very essence of his people was being lost forever. The conflict had just taken root when when he visited for the only time and as the future steadily unfolds before our very eyes, both the Goats’ and Sheep’s still aren’t willing to unconditionally accommodate each other.”


There is indeed so much to life than we have been told….


I am standing where

I can see no way

No clue

But You.

When what I’m living

is painful

And what I want

is impossible

When there are more questions

than answers

There is You.

When mists block my vision

and rocks cause my feet to stumble

You remain

Only You

Always You

You guide me on right paths

Your Word lights my way

You will not let me fall

You will not lead me astray

So I trust

And I follow

Giving up my dreams

Knowing Your dreams for me are bigger

Hoping only in You and Your plan

Giving up my rights

Knowing that in complete surrender

comes total freedom.

I wrote this poem two years ago. I don’t remember the exact situation but I do remember it being a confusing time. Although my situation is very different now, when I came across this poem again tonight a…

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