Nuwahri61 Poetry (378)

she gazes out across the field
to see what her mind may reveal
what memories will find there way
to enlighten her very day

a colour a sound a mood to see
triggering thoughts of what used to be
as she allows time to go back
what joys will her smile enact

back to where she once belonged
back to where her roots are strong
back to where her days were long
back to where her dream came on

ballet shoes and polished floors
chinese whispers behind closed doors
a shade of colour rich and rare
no need for ignorance or the glare

that’s when she learnt to bestill her sole
and use her body complete and whole
and define the beauty that lay within
expressing her dance with timeless grin

hard work and years of toil
deep contentment part of the spoil
but accolades soared high
rising the ranks with joyous sigh

till she reached the highest decree
representing country and her people to be
an amazing ballerina for all to see
but the girl from the country she will always be.........

The devil came knocking on my door today
He didn’t really have any words to say
He was in the neighbourhood
Looking for bad and no good
He was looking for armour he may chink
Sarcasm in his eyes death in his wink
He was in the neighbourhood
Looking for bad and no good
A smell pervaded his every move
Unsettling the balance of the groove
He was in the neighbour hood
Looking for bad and no good
He stole the shine right out of the day
Laughed in the face of dark grey
He was in the neighbourhood
Looking for bad and no good .......

Small in stature big in mind
This Maori friend seems so kind
His history runs deep and true
His bloodlines strong as he knew
A hunter of both land and sea
His passion was the pigs that be
Sugarcane sows were his choice
As he called his dogs with a different voice
He said they taste sweeter than most
A diet of crab and cane from along the coast
Their skins shine and his eyes light up
As he finishes them off after the fight
But this was never done in vain
Always used for the gain
To feed his family and his friends
Help the farmers with their ends
He travels far he travels wide
He hunts at night he hunts with pride
Small in stature big in mind
This Maori friend seems so kind........

He sits all alone upon his throne
Waiting to be satisfied
The wind the tide and the moon
Play a part in how hard he tried
His gaze reveals what appeals
A rise in the oceans door
As he sits quietly with anticipation
The satisfaction he can’t ignore
For in his domain it’s very plain
His riches are so much more
From the golden sun which has begun
To sparkle diamonds across to the shore
To the emerald sea and its beauty
Is the crown in the jewel to be
And as he sits there intently
His world is his palace you see......

Come rest your weary bones
And gaze out across the sea
This place was my paradise
And meant the world to me
Share your words and thoughts
And paint your memory
Relax in the timbers
Designed by my family
My spirit lays within the breeze
Under the shade of the casuarina trees
And in their thoughts I still surround
Their hopes and dreams that still abound
Forever together with thoughts in mind
Come rest your weary bones
And I’ll share with you kind .........

On the corner of the block
Tucked away from intensity
A simple dwelling exists
Within its spirit it sat free
Modernism surrounded it
Overwhelming all around
But this little piece of contentment
Sat delicately to astound
It’s essence was of peace
Simple quiet and demure
And as I pass it by
I feel it’s life is pure ........

A mirrored sea called out to me
I tried very hard to resist
For time was not on my side
And the tide did its best to persist
I buckled with temptation
Drifted out amongst the waves
A loner in my salvation
Gives me meaning to the haze
Waiting .......appreciating
Taking it all in
From the clarity of the water
To the line of the horizon
A gentle breeze calls by
Creating hackles on the sea
Just a moment in time
Amid my destiny .....

I took a stroll down memory lane
So much history love and pain
Broken tombstones with no name
Some beautiful some plain

Many from long ago
Gone but not forgotten sorrow
Some alone others to borrow
Very aware of their tomorrow

Skilled craftsmen chiselled fate
From whence they came to relate
Their destiny and their date
Golden hands to create

I glance across what I see
An entire field of history
All marked with an identity
Worldly in its entirety ........

You can’t see my scars
For they are not physical
Mine run deep like the ocean
Into voids of the unknown
Born from the identity of others
But left to rot along the way
Like so many abandoned kids
Trying to find their way in the dark
No one to guide them
Living their life
One mistake at at time
Until something beckons them to be better
To survive the ridicule
And emerge greater only for their own well being
It maybe a person a sport an idea
That incites their survival instinct
Who knows ......
But you have to be kind to yourself
And understand sometimes
Your direction is but the reaction of others
And destiny can only be resurrected
Once you see through the fog
Others call life .........

Sweltering in the morning heat
As time allows a market seat
I ponder on the sights and sound
As different cultures do surround
The chatter of languages does appeal
A difference in faces does reveal
A myriad of people so rich and rare
All at ease and willing to share
Different shapes different sizes
Different colours and more surprises
All a part of the market place
Where life has its own pace..........

Every morning is the same
I cross this bridge once again
And every day a different dawn
Different colours always warm
I look to the west and all I see
Sleepy mountains and fog to be
Rising above valleys green
A panorama so serene
I look to the east and all I see
The rising sun with a beauty free
Shimmering across a river fine
I feel i have entered the sublime
Every morning it is the same
I cross this bridge once again ........

Stumbled onto this story
Of a lady named Maud
I was so taken by her
It was my reward
From the gentleness
Of her soul
Or the struggles
She may had
There was never indication
Her life was bad
She painted with colour
She painted with a smile
Her paintings simple
About a life worthwhile
Defining a beauty
That did surround
Her art remains
For all to astound .........