impressionable boys neglected
become men of slag steel
carbon copies
victims of a poorly forged fathers
distant beautiful stars of hope
to neglected impressionable boys
are bases to steal
©bg 2013
Month: October 2015
A Balance Haiku
time is a jump rope
held by 2 infinities
tight rope walkers fall
© bg 2013
Our flag vs new flag
New Zealand the land in which I was born and live is thinking of changing its flag. I was sent this email poem re why we should keep the existing flag. Sorry I don’t know who wrote it.In fairness I have put it on top in dark green.
When it ends my reply follows in black as to why we should change the flag.
In our southern skies of blue.
And that little old Flag in the corner,
That’s part of our heritage too.
It’s for the English, the Scots and the Irish
Who travelled to the ends of the earth.
The traders, the schemers, the doers and dreamers
Who gave modern New Zealand birth.
And those who are seeking to change it,
They don’t seem to understand
It’s the Flag of our law and our language
Not the flag of a faraway land.
There are plenty of people who’ll tell you
That when Europe was plunged into night
That little old flag in the corner
Was their symbol of freedom and light.
It doesn’t mean we owe allegiance
To a forgotten imperial dream
We’ve the stars to show where we’re going
And the old Flag to show where we’ve been.
In what land is the sky not blue
And in what corner that little flag does flies
Has oppression not been a bloody hue
Dont forget the reason
The English, Irish and the Scottish
Reversed their seasons
Let’s definitely not forget the schemers
They did undermine the doers and dreamers
who traveled to this beautiful part of the earth
To see the schemers give this land a still birth
Those who are seeking to change the existing flag
They do actually it seems understand
It is the flag of a faraway imperialistic land
Our laws and language Shouldn’t be a Queens old rag
There are plenty of fallen kiwi soldiers who can’t tell you
That when Europe was repeatedly plunged into night
That little old flag in the corner of our view
Did abandoned them to their machine gun fodder plight
Martariki Our stars are wrong, let us start clean
And I don’t think as a nation we really want to follow
Where our old flag in the dusty corner has been
So Let’s have a flag that doesn’t make our nation hollow
bg 2015
Your Symbol is the Puffer fish
Jesus did not dye for ewes
Jesus dyed because of ewes
No ewes won’t see that
Blind to your own scat
As your house of false scarecrows burns
As ewes run to your next house of urns
Where ewes can stick like sick jews
To your pointless point of cross views
In houses made of crumbling sand bricks
Where ewes worship with your mighty ticks
Afraid of the big bad wolf ewes created
That for thousands of years ewes sated
By making others suffer
by your righteous will
So your ancient sins have a buffer
from your toxic swill
Yes ewes are the wolf in sheep skins
Your foul breath hidden behind
All those false benevolent grins
As ewes choke on your own mortality
Caused by your own thorny irrationality
For Kim Davis and her ilk.
©BG 2015
resurrecting the trashcan bard 