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New Zealand Tour Haiku #31

Posted: 26 July 2013

Yellow roadside broom,
Immigrant seeds from Scotland.
Reminders of home.

Bill Adair

New Zealand Tour Haiku #30

Posted: 26 July 2013

Rest for the drover,
Walls of straw, clay and cow dung.
Bricks from what you have!

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 26 July 2013

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.

Words, Wide Night
Carol Ann Duffy 1955 -

New Zealand Tour Haiku #29

Posted: 25 July 2013

Golden mid-winter,
Silver on the Tasman Sea,
Mapua idyll.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 25 July 2013

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

The Owl and the Pussycat
Edward Lear 1812 - 1888

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