New Zealand Poetry - Publishing Poetry From Aotearoa

Cold, Cold night No one to say Hi !! So I look at the sky Clouds passing by Cold, Cold night I look up high Calling my Name A Star in the sky Lonely, Not alone but, I am fine, Said I Stars shining Bright I see them in the sky Sitting on a tree I see them passing  by A stare the star gave me Asked me a question why? Sitting on a tree You’re counting us passing by? Hold my Hand Come and see How I am here and why Know Me, Know my life, know the Star who’s in the sky Some day you can tell the one Sitting on a tree, watch the stars go by He showed me his world I was stunned by its light Can I be like you, one of you? Asked I!! Yes you can, My Rising Star, My child But Not sitting on a tree Counting stars at night Wake up , wake up, My rising star Oh, LORD It’s a morning light A story , A dream, A Lesson of life A look at the window On my right The Sun is out Shining bright Oh yes my LORD In my mind Thank you for the dream Now I can see THE SUN, THE SHINE THE STARS, THE...

1 Come the cold, darkening afternoon, the Earth tilting the drinker toward his retirement, the folding travel armchair in the sunny yellow corner by the elongated arms of knitted winter shadow, taken backward and put into the box, the lid screwed back on the little Malt left. 2 You’re old enough to remember when licensed premises opened at eleven, and Punters, for reasons: terrain, inclemency, to louden the hush of Infinity, waited the opening of doors to quieten the heart in its hoody, pacing the roped, square ring, in the appalling, impossible trinity: Love, Fear, and Mystery; waited like fighters no one will take on: the younger among us remember the animal, Tyson, exploding from his career. A story about his pigeons; a panting blackness of tyger. 3 Bars at eleven was Ali, nothing clay about him, TV off at the PM, goodnight, basket cases, Kiwi, Cat, the ladder of Fact, far call left in the bottle. 4 Sleep now loads in a petrie dish, G, Hz, & .i, as a pod our Kind communicat...