I'm suppose to be studyin'
But that 'Hard God' has put obstacles
          In front of me.
Aggie ain't talkin' co's Dan's health
          Is still not at ease.
Coralie told me to 'piss off '
          I admit, she did say please.
And the 'screws' at the jail
          Were bein' a bloody sleeze.

I'm suppose to be studyin'
         Judith Wright hates my ( Read more... )

I didn’t realize that this week was Indigenous Week. In the quad sitting on my own I got thinking about it and what it means to me, as a foreigner looking from the outside in. Doing so I got to think about the country I was born and raised in; Aotearoa. This is the poem I penned when I should've actually been studying. lol

Why is Indigenous Week ( Read more... )

Underneath the palm tree alone
Shaded from the shade of clouds
That blocks the wind from soaring high
Into heaven's abyss.

The afternoon fresh; makes my day long and tired
As I patiently wait for class-
Two hours away.

The warmth of spring encourages me to study
Yet all I do is write verse
To have understanding and be someone
I don't care if this craft ( Read more... )

What was the question?
ANARCHY
Justify anarchy with caution please
Nations are born from its terror
All across the seven seas.
From the Garden of Eden to Boston;
Over tariffs and ships of tea.

Accept anarchy for heroes are born
Revolutionists-Freedom Fighters
Men and women of our past; we dare not scorn
For without their insight
We may not have been ( Read more... )

Watch that ant and learn
The centipede and spider too.
Man cannot for he knows
Too much

His knowledge from the fool
Gives him power and wealth
His god is his stomach
'When full
He's happy and content.'

Wisdom has been evicted
Knowledge; a tangled fishing line.
Greed is now his inspiration
His pressed suite and good looks
Tell us he's kind.

By Ian Herd.

Can you do it?
The water's cold
Take that plunge?
Fear it's not.

Knowledge has given you
Wisdom and insight
What was unknown
Is known to you

The light was always on
Yet, you fumbled about
Generations of traditions
Etched in your...

Heart and soul.

By Ian Herd.

Sadly you, me, we and us
   Ignore its neon billboards
     For we know what's best.
       Our gratitude for life
           Is in our actions
             Not our soothing words.

We justify murder by our nations creed
     Our god; a fabric of colours
         Hoisted ontop a pole.
             Ignore Truth!
               For it is only life.

Wars have no ( Read more... )

The shade of night creeps across the sky
  A purplish wake of sky trails the western sun
    as the breeze feathers against my skin
      Words easily come to mind
         Easy for others to understand

Yet its the zig-zagged verses
through a maze that leads
     to somewhere distant.
Where truth grows on a tree
that never can be cut down, plained or ( Read more... )

Its good to be alone...sometimes
just sittin' in the middle off a park bench
as if it was ya throne.
Parents with their children;
laughter fills the playground.
You pretend that they're your servants
on a well earned rest

Inner-city parks; once you enter them
A magic cloaks your body and mind
the atmosphere of humility
and relaxation

Six metres away Crown ( Read more... )

I don't wanna go home...
  there's absolutely nothing there for me.
     On my balcony-
       just two pigeons in love    
          Waitin' for their eggs to hatch.

I don't wanna go home this evening
              The night's cool and light
                Here I sit, happy and content
                  Thoughts of  ( Read more... )