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Poetry is fine. Post a rhyme; time after time.

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Posted on 30 Oct 2012 21:16:22 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Last night I went to race my bike
The start crowd was excited
I noticed that my tyre was soft.
And started to inflate it.

My tyre has protection
In the form of inner goo
That seals up any puncture
Before the air gets through

It always works so perfectly
I rarely need repair
A puncture when I'm riding
So I ride without a care

Last night my tyre had a twist
I had not quite noticed
Just before the pressure peaked
The whole thing just exploded

My face, my hair, my clothes, my bike
Were covered in white goo
It quickly set to plastic film
And whited out my glasses too.

And so I could not see that all
the people standing there
had turned to see what made the bang
They turned to me to stare

My moment of great glory
Had come to me at last
But I couldn't see a thing
And so the moment passed.

The centre of attention
Is what we love to be
But I hope that next time
I at least can see.

In reply to an earlier post on 30 Oct 2012 21:19:15 GMT
Brian says:
Ah well , at least you were able to roll yourself down the hill then, Tui.

Posted on 31 Oct 2012 22:23:38 GMT
Last edited by the author on 31 Oct 2012 22:24:42 GMT
Brian says:
Look At Them.

Look at the sailors climbing up high,
don't they see all the world go by?
Look at the soldiers holding the rail,
don't they know they'll never fail?

Look at the people out on the quay,
hoping the fight will favour the free.
Look at them waiving loved ones goodbye,
hoping on victory's wings they'll fly.

Look at the ships cotton bob on the sea,
won't there ever be Holy lands to see?
Lookouts shouting down from the mast,
seems they've seen those lands at last.

Look at the strangers lining the shore,
never seen the likes of them before.
Look at them laughing so full of glee.
Now they're walking right up to me.

Look at the archers standing in line,
pulling back their bows in time.
Look at armies now ready for war,
each hoping they'll survive the gore.

Look at the horses swirling around,
don't their hooves touch the ground?
Look at the lancers riding up high,
don't their helmets touch the sky?

Look at them charging over the sand,
don't it always seem so grand?
Look at swords bright as the Sun.
Pray this battle soon will be won.

Look at them falling onto the floor,
don't they ever cease their roar?
Look at them face down in sand,
don't they get a helping hand?

Look at their horses turning around,
don't they all retreat homeward bound?
Look at our swords now high in the air,
don't seem like we ever had a care?

Posted on 31 Oct 2012 22:31:48 GMT
Tui Allen says:
OMG! When I read this poem with its sailors shouting down from the mast and holding the rail, I had just been watching (and tweeting) my brother on the news. I thought for a moment you had been watching the same news item. This is what I just tweeted:

Joe Allen,my yachtie brother is on this vid.He's the coach dressing the reporter in safety gear and giving him advice.

In reply to an earlier post on 31 Oct 2012 22:34:09 GMT
Brian says:
Amazing, Tui!

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Nov 2012 02:23:33 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Is this poem about a particular battle?

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Nov 2012 09:59:51 GMT
Brian says:
No, Tui, it's just fantasy. A lot of my poems start from a single line that pops into my head. This poem developed from, 'Look at those horses swirling around'. A line like that just springs from my subconscious as if by magic.

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Nov 2012 19:17:30 GMT
Last edited by the author on 2 Nov 2012 19:18:26 GMT
Tui Allen says:
'Look at those horses swirling around'.
It's a beautiful line. I've watched horses 'swirling' so I know what you mean.

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Nov 2012 21:53:02 GMT
Brian says:
Thanks Tui, that's kind of you to say, I'm glad you like it. I read somewhere that there are people that animals like , I bet you'd be one of them :)

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Nov 2012 08:53:49 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Animals are a big part of my life - I'm off to Wellington in a few days to take part in a vigil to help save a species of dolphins (called Mauis) that live off our west coast. They are almost extinct because of greedy fishing practices that ought to be better regulated to protect the dolphins. If this extinction happens, it will devastate me and shatter our country's clean green image but there's only fifty or so of the dolphins left. All the information about them is here:

But I also love horses, dogs, cats and all other animals. I don't eat meat for the reason I love animals, and rather see them alive and free than dead on my dinner plate.

We have a paddock that we don't need so the local farmers just shove animals in there to keep the grass down for us. Some new sheep have just arrived in our front paddock recently and there is one with a black face and we call him Hugh because he thinks he is a hugh-man. When you approach the fence he runs wildly to meet you and then puts his feet up on the fence-rail and tries to climb over. He baas and baas and clearly says, "Take me out of this paddock and let me come and live with you. I want to live in your house." He just loves to be petted and cuddled. He has an all-white friend who is almost as loving, but all the others in the flock just keep their distance like normal sheep. Tomorrow I'm going out to take photos of him cuddling us in the paddock. Maybe I'll show you some.

In reply to an earlier post on 4 Nov 2012 08:03:31 GMT
Last edited by the author on 4 Nov 2012 08:04:27 GMT
Tui Allen says:
I had a horse when I was young
A golden thoroughbred mare
She and I did not get on
With little love to share.

She'd bite, she'd kick. I'd flinch and squeal
We weren't the best of friends
But time went by and soon enough
We learned to make amends

In the end we grew so close
Because she was my teacher
I had no need of boots and bits
We two became one creature

We had the freedom of the hills
and beaches in all weathers.
We ran and walked upon the land
And even swam together.

I could walk between her legs
And have no fear she'd kick me
Put my hand into her mouth
With confidence and safety.

She was the loveliest of friends
A spirit like a star
We galloped, and yes we too SWIRLED
And wandered near and far.

Posted on 4 Nov 2012 08:08:42 GMT
Last edited by the author on 4 Nov 2012 08:08:55 GMT
Tui Allen says:
So Donny, I wouldn't say all animals like me. But some do, like that mare and my own cat and the sheep called Hugh who is in my paddock right now. Hugh is a ewe. We call her Hugh because she thinks she is a Hugh-man and wants to climb the fence and come and live with us in our house. I'll go and process and upload a photo I took today of Human-Hugh-the-ewe for you.
I'll post a link to it here shortly

Posted on 4 Nov 2012 08:30:18 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Here's the pic I took today of Hugh-the-Ewe chatting to a human friend in our front paddock. She's the black faced one. The white one beside her is her latest nearly grown-up baby lamb. Hugh's lamb is almost as human-friendly as Hugh herself. The others in the distance are the normal sheep who don't try to socialise at close range with human invaders in their paddock, every chance they get. Hugh runs towards you and tries to climb the fence to get closer to you when you leave her.
Here she is:

Posted on 6 Nov 2012 09:24:17 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Another story that's true to the last detail and the ending only just occurred.Happened right here on our property.

Once we had a dozen turkeys
Running wild around our home
Perched upon our fence at night-time
Daytime they were free to roam

Then the hunters came a sneaking
Pulled the trigger - boom boom boom!
One by one they sent those turkeys
Off to meet untimely doom.

In the end just one was living
All her family, dead and gone
By herself, bereft and lonely
Sad to be the only one.

Having no one else to turn to
Puss became her only friend
Cat and turkey sharing gazes
Would her heartache never end?

Then our lonely only turkey
Disappeared like all the rest
Was this to be the end of turkeys?
Even pussy felt depressed

But it was this very morning,
While the birds sang in the trees,
And the smell of roses floated,
On the early summer breeze.

In the spot beside the woodshed,
Where the ivy hides the bricks,
She appeared without a warning,
Followed by a dozen chicks.

Photos of the mother and chicks here:

In reply to an earlier post on 6 Nov 2012 09:38:31 GMT
Brian says:
I hope you are successful , Tui.

In reply to an earlier post on 6 Nov 2012 09:40:13 GMT
Brian says:
It must have been nice to have a friend like that, Tui :)

In reply to an earlier post on 6 Nov 2012 09:42:54 GMT
Brian says:
In the middle ages , folk had livestock living with them in the house, Tui. Hugh would have liked that.

In reply to an earlier post on 6 Nov 2012 09:46:38 GMT
Brian says:
Nice photo, thanks , Tui :)

In reply to an earlier post on 6 Nov 2012 09:49:52 GMT
Brian says:
That must have been a nice surprise, Tui .

Posted on 17 Nov 2012 08:02:45 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Last night I saw the orchestra
My cousin is employed there
She plays her French horn on the stage
It is a joy to hear her

She has played in Europe also
They toured in twenty-ten
Skilled and clever musos
Did you all see them then?

They call themselves NZSO
Perhaps you can recall?
Their trip was quite a triumph
Through your northern music halls

Posted on 19 Nov 2012 06:24:22 GMT
Tui Allen says:
There's a mountain south of here
Eruption's on its mind
My bloke has plans to go that way
I wish he'd change his mind.

Here's the story- he's not one
Who'll run across the cone
He's with thousands who intend
to cycle in the zone.

Posted on 19 Nov 2012 07:49:03 GMT
Civiliza says:
Indulge me I implore
My rhymes are very poor
But still I can't resist
Doggerel like this

(Intended as self critisim, not a critique on any prior posts).

Posted on 19 Nov 2012 08:33:28 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Doggerel's the perfect word
For all this kind of verse
It's just fun to help relax
For better or for worse.

Posted on 19 Nov 2012 08:54:21 GMT
Tui Allen says:
Off to bed
It's time to sleep
Further rhymes
Will have to keep

Posted on 19 Nov 2012 12:11:32 GMT
Civiliza says:
If poetry you seek
You'll find this kind of weak
It tries to shine a light
On what you poets write

Words in pair or trine
You place on every line
So when each rhyme is read
The same sound will be said

From careful choice of word
Your beat can be inferred
A meter so sublime
Each word has its true time

By choice of imagery
You pass on what you see
And this is where I fail
I try to no avail

(Mock Tear)
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