Nuwahri61 Poetry (378)

I've worn my masquerade so well
it carried me through years of hell
it hides the little boy inside
a barrier when my sister died
it never leaves me alone
for it's shadow i must own
there is no way you will ever see
the little boy i used to be
but grow you must and that i've done
and my vision a tainted one
leaving things in life undone
creates a shadow on your sun
i hope one day i will see
the hidden identity and the real me.......

I close my eyes and let the sweet sounds of Jazz
envelope me and transport me to another time in life
i could have been anywhere in the world
a smoke filled bar in new orleans
a street stall in spain endless was my choice
for the quality of music echoing around the room
was sublime....... sweet smooth silky vocals
backed by the tempo of the washboard
keeping time and intrigue with a delicate rythmn
intricately woven within the beautiful acoustics
of a guitar and the magic hands that skillfully
sourced the notes with such a uniqueness
allowing the man on wind to take you to places
you only dreamt of lifting you up higher and higher
a local experience with international flavours
steeped in time and skill and wrapped in a smile
so giving so warm so satisfying.............

Under the casuarina tree
where the sand meets the sea
and the gulls drift in the breeze
as they live a life of ease
where the whitecaps show the way
of the wind having it's say
and different colours allow the sea
to show the depths there may be
and the clouds march along
the horizon big and strong
where the warmth of your touch
relaxes me so much
i feel the coils unwind
as i leave the week behind
and drift into that place
where time has no grace
amidst my thoughts and dreams
i am relaxed and so it seems.......

I gotta get out of here
I'm going insane
No ocean to play in
No way to null the pain
Work work work
Thats all i seem to do
Trying to please everyone
I need something new
I'd love to jump on a yacht
And sail the seven seas
Grow my hair long
Let it drift in the breeze
Eat coconuts and spear some fish
Surf uncrowded breaks
Just me and my wish
Explore the mountains
Of far away lands
Scour jungles and coastlines
With no demands
Hot air ballooning
Across valleys green
Elephant riding
Sounds serene
Snowboarding
If only i could
Canada sounds nice
Thats where i would
Riding a mule
As stubborn as me
Through the canyon
What would i see
Feel the spirits
From yesteryear
I know i'm in tune
I doubt if i'd fear
Alas so much to see
And so much to share
I better be careful
It's to much too bare
Oh well chip chip
That's what i do
One day at a time
To get me through
My bucket list grows
Every day
I better start ticking
Before i betray
A beautiful world
And its beautiful way.......

Life is so delicate
so absolutely unique
so many walks of life
so many pleasures that you seek
for some tho a different tale
not much fun at all
illness rears its ugly head
no joys to befall
it may come at an early age
and suffer all childhood thru
others get struck down later
when life has its own view
spare a thought for those who seek
a better quality of life
with prayers they reach for the stars
to overcome their strife
this is my prayer ...my word
with ink that flows with love
may your journey be a happy one
guided from above
may the earth abound in all its glory
to help you along the way
to assist you in your healing
one step at a time day after day
may the friends you have show you
what real love is all about
from the depths of their caring
from the humour in their shout
i wish you well like so many do
united we may change
the outcome of your destiny
brave people and their pain.........

there's a heart beating out there
full of warmth love and hope
one that's in tune with yours
one that has a similar scope
i doubt if its actually searching
more like it 's waiting its turn
maybe just around the next corner
is a heart that requires to yearn
so keep your eyes peeled
and walk with an open mind
and share what you'd like to share
in life you have to be kind
may you be guided by happiness
and a thought thats pure and true
and believe in whatever you need too
for it to happen to you ......

an outstretched hand
a cutting stare
a warm apology
through the boy
grows a man.......

it's been thirty years or more
since i felt this way
but the roles had been reversed
i didn't realise but thats okay
i love music in all forms
so to work with it i never minded
but its interesting to note
life measures make you blinded
The volume i used to love
has now receded to so low
so when my son turned it up
it put a rut in my brow
i remember when we did the same
old mate had a fit
told us it turn it down
when we ignored he got the shits
he took a running leap
with his size eleven following suit
collected that radio sweet
made that radio mute
i chuckle when i think
of those days when we were lads
how much grief we would have stirred
when we thought they were glad
so to have my boy do the same
nostalgia did recall
the presence of my memories
the past i did befall ........

lonely are the hours that creep into the dark of night
my enthusiasm is fuelled by a full moon in flight
the rain plays havoc beating on my soul
as i yearn for your touch your caress my goal

distance is an enemy we have yet to befriend
miles like universes there seem to be no end
minutes are like days as the clock stands still
no more counting of the hour for a month would kill

distractions run rampant as my focus deserts me
my hearing seems to be echoing hollow all around me
what was that you asked i constantly enquire
knowing full well my attention is on fire

i dig deep inside me to alleviate the pain
keeping my self adrift amidst a sea of rain
wondering when i'll see your lovely face again
seven more days of this excruciating pain .......

through the hustle and the bustle
and all the worries and the care
the highlight of my day
was the little boy who would share
all of four or maybe five
with a cluster of red hair
his shirtless lilly white skin
as he rode his bike with care
i waited for him to pass
as i drove into the street
a toothless smile and tiny wave
was just his way to greet
it changed my perception
on the day i just had
it made it all worthwhile
for that i am glad ..............

babbling brook...... you call to me
come ...............seek my destiny
through the maze......... of canopy
i ponder ..........on the end to be

just but a whisper..... as you wind
through the narrows you left behind
birds in song............ do remind
of beautiful places within my mind

light bewilders......... all to see
an opening ..............entices me
no more a brook ......for you to be
as you emerge ...into your identity

effortlessly ...you fall from grace
behind you.... a majestic rock face
a gilded beauty...... of white lace
constantly ...within time and space

delicately you dance on rocks below
a natural pool... of your afterglow
serened by the green that does grow
a brook once more ..for you to flow.......

I stumbled across a bay today
Hidden but not that far away
A mirrored tide lapped its shore
Upon cockle and shells galore
Children frolicked within its charm
Sending ripples amidst the calm
Pohutukawa's loomed with shade
While foreshore owners had it made
For not far out a little way
A Frenchman's cap was on display
Carved out of rock and ancient time
Low tide vision it was sublime
Thirty metres high or maybe more
A pinnacle of nature to adore
Gracing the bay with all it's might
Matakatia a welcoming sight.........