Happy Birthday wishes to
Piet Radford, 83 an elder today!
Deep gratitude for the great pleasure
Of your company these past few years!
All the best for many more years living
(as you say) ‘your dream’!
With Aroha and respect
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I went to look
For a special YouTube video
From my library to send to you,
And found the perfect one.
This is called a ‘3-D fractal trip’,
Using very good computer software
That’s based on Mandelbrot mathematics
The 3-D solid-looking ‘architectural’ structures
(which as an engineering man you’ll appreciate)
Are being constantly ‘fleshed’ in and out
By other 3-D similar forms ‘growing through and receding etc.’.
(and hence it’s 4-D really as we’re including time).
Anyway – have a cup of green bush tea on me
And check this out.
For one wise man and never-grow-old inspiration
Who is young enough and still kicking (ass)
At his age to know what ‘trip’ we are talking about here.
And it’s the perfect present
As it’s what you’ve helped me realize.
Life is ‘Like In A Dream’.
Well done, Frodo my cat.
‘Frightened Frodie’, scaredy-cat,
Mister Frodo, beloved cat.
This morning I saw in our interaction,
you have achieved your mission;
from frightened Frodo
to Frodo the Super-chilled cat.
You were one of a litter of five,
where your four siblings were
put down by the SPCA
for being too feral, too feeble.
For your mother was a stray,
(and your father who-knows-who),
and you have found your way
and survived your frightening journey.
From ‘Frodo more-backward-than-
forward shy cat’; to approachable
and approaching Frodo with Mojo,
beloved and loving cat.
I release my need
For the woman I want
And want instead
The woman I need
A little miracle
From a long time ago
When I chance upon this photo
Jessie and Karen,
Jessie, at her age,
Put the stickers on the photo!
Got the colours well.
At the bay
Of manuka and pohutukawa
There is above, the park
Of linden, maple, oak and gum.
In autumn colours
Today, stands a tree.
Several silver branches lean fallen
From the recent storm.
Into the sky are
Arrayed, expanding flights of
Green and yellow, warm pink and orange
Amid dying claws of brown.
But look down –
Among the fallen, the graves
Of dark leaves hanging on silver, the one
Bright heart red, trembling.
The loose metal road climbs
up from the bay.
A walk in the park was a
walk through the past today.
Memory, as a whole, is a
warm capacity for feeling.
But every episode remembered
leaves me yet, in their multitude,
A trusty stick sweeps away the
wreckage before me, the single
feeling returns, as a warmth
in the air I’m breathing.
Across my shoulders it goes.
The posture, if a pose, still
expresses and slows into depth
this feeling, with hands,
like bridge supports, holding both ends.
The rocking of my spine, the
sure grip of both arms, and
pressing on uphill, a sudden sense
shifts the scene, as it feels
like it’s a rifle I’m shouldering.
A soldier returning, a cup of tea
when I’m home, if not company then
some toast with tomato and pepper.
My mind drops into a grave
and sombre respect for the brave.
As I trudge up said hill, the past
no burden but the warmth of the
present, all homes, built on the warmth
of those who protected, yet were
subject to trouble, neglect, dejection.
There are a million ways
I delude myself.
There are a million ways
May I at least have
Made it amusing to
Open to be inspired.
I want an app
That will slide some silence
Into the gap
Each song has an emotional echo
Before another emerges.
come to me
– – – – –
i haven’t seen
you for a while
now in a blanket
you used to be
a knitted jumper
i could draw
down to my knees
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i wish i was you
caught up in
feeling it were true