charliejapartee Poetry (10)

here sky I give you this tree
[though it doesn't really belong to me]
so it's branches may help to hold you up
and you willn't fall on my head
so it's leaves will clean you and flower for free
and their fragrance may cover the smell of the dead

here bird I give you this tree
[though it doesn't really belong to me]
that you may use it for food rest and family
should some person future not savvy its purpose
cut it down and remove it
or deny you its use
without placing another for all to peruse
may you crap on their head and whistle abuse

Sparrows shouting and black birds too
How I wish I was in the uruweras with you
Only the thrush is mellow and inventive
If somewhat clichéd

The tui speaks with nectiferous eloquence
If only I could heat their jazzy solos
Sung over the song of the bell bird
And the kokako's spotlight riff

DOC calls the rosella a bloody Aussie invader
But their ding resonates evoking sympathies
It's not their fault they wear tropical shirts in a temperate land

if only you'd stop apologizing to me
telling me how naive how gullible you were then
if only i'd beaten you like you wished i would
instead of trying to talk it through
to convince you
if only you'd apologized to my face
five
four
three
two
one
year ago
i might be able to put it behind me
to forgive you
yea sure i'd have a criminal record
sure my kids would hate me
it couldn't be worse than now
could it?
if only i was a @#$%

national bloody radio is ruining my life
my kids are loosing touch with me
i'm in trouble with my wife
i spend all day alistening to other peoples strife
national bloody radio is ruining my life
they have experts there on everything
from toilet rolls to jest
they have movie stars and heros
as their latest guests
football stars and guys with racing cars
are there at their behest
all the folk they interview
are nothing but the best
my family keeps on telling me
GIVE IT A BLOODY REST
ill quit my job become a slob and listen to their show
i sit transfixed in my car and hate it when i go
cos the signals not to good up here and the trafficks kinda slow
when i get home its grab a beer turn on the radio
i like it when its warming up the light begins to glow
there are no advertizements and the host talks kinda slow
other people hate it and tell me that it blows
but i cannot stop listening to national radio

walking home from the club
one dark and lonely night
i hears a sound behind me
it gives me quite a fright
but when i looks there's no one
in my line of sight
so i goes back to walking
without a second look
although i wonders what it was
thats scared me like a chook
was it just a puppy dog
or a bloomin' nasty crook
the wind comes up i look again
the hairs on my neck aghast
not a persons lurking
just like the flamin last
but what i did sees dancing
past me alls colourful and grey
pohutu bloody kawa leaves
livening up my way

compelling engaging substantially fragile
a reasonable crust
not to thick not to thin
supportive but easily broken
surrounding without completely encapsulating
cupping hopes desires need
inspiring delight speculation lust
will consumption disappoint or satisfy
oh my god you are gorgeous
all legs and svelte attractive femininity
i feel inferior sitting here
wanting to say something awesome
all the while holding in a violent fart

In a country up north called New Foundland
In a village not far from the sea
lives a man and his wife in a cabin
where they came out from Scotland to be
the mans in the den with his paper
when his wife goes n' lets out a scream!
she shouts
"JOHNNY COME QUICKLY I'M FEELING QUITE SICKLY,
THE STOOL LEG IS LOOSE AND I JUST SAW A MOOSE"
now john was enjoying his paper and didn't want to be off on a caper
so he shouted out loud to his wife
"IT HARDLY ENDANGERS YOUR LIFE, and besides I don't need the strife"
as he carries on reading his wife goes on pleading for him to
"COME BRING A KNIFE" he shouts,
"OH FOR GOODESS SAKE STOP ALL THE FUSS,YOU'D THINK IT WAS BIG LIKE A BUS, JUST KILL IT AND GIVE IT TO PUSS'"
his wife shouts
"NO YOUR'E MISTAKEN, THE REASON I'M SHOUTIN N' SHAKIN, IS NOT FOR A TINY WE 'MOOSE' BUT A MOOSE THAT IS LOOSE IN THE HOOSE.

I found my whistle here today
I found it in a funny way
whilst blowing gently on my soup
I came across an airy loop
at first it was a little vague
then it got a little stronger
mum said it was like the plague
and couldn't stand it any longer
dad said "son you're onto it you'll have to practice it a bit"
sister said that i just sucked
so i told her to go get lost
'cos anyone who whistles knows
one doesn't suck one needs to blow

scatter my ashes on the banks of the Waipa
on the nor'eastern bank going south against the flow
from the point at Wahiangarua to the little reserve at the edge of town on Whatawhata rd,with the struggling Titoki,the cut up stolen ute and where someone dumped a whole trailor load of dog shit

son scatter my ashes on the bank of the Waipa

not in it, it's dirty enough,laden as it is with runoff from Te Kuiti north
hiding inunga, tuna, mullet, not so aptly named fresh water mussels and thousands of mankinds sins

please scatter my ashes on the bank of the Waipa

scatter them there and i'll fight the barstards, the evil suffocating hordes
i'll fight them from the inside out, from the ground up
i'll damage the roots of the convolvulus and the honeysuckle letting in pathogens and the sun will do the rest
then i'll merge with the molecules of the woolly nightshade and vibrate them at at the speed of light till any volitiles they contain spontaneously combust in a flaming climax worthy of some democratic protestant subversives
the small privets i'll leave as they eventually become homes for multitudes of weta, but the big ones i'll have to ring bark or something, i don't know i haven't got a plan,you might have to cut them

so boys scatter my ashes on the bank of the Waipa

and the native trees can struggle on for another year of malnourished growth in the barren pumice sand mixture deposited by the last king country deluge
[and don't forget to visit]
[bring beer]
[love use]

it's got a beak that looks like a set of chopsticks
have been shoved in the front of it's face
it has whiskers at the start of that and uses them just like a cat
it's got tiny little matchstick wings
they're itty bitty little things
it's got feathers that look more like fur
they don't look like feathers at all
but if you think they do, i'll demure
it lays eggs that are half the size of it's body
i can't say i'd enjoy that myself
its eyes are beady little things
not out of scale with it's wings
the scales that coat it's legs are fishy
it's hips are huge and kinda trippy
basically it's a walking bum
for laying eggs or making a run
with a straw on the front for sucking up worms
with no remorse as they wriggle or squirm
how they manage when out on a date
is a total bloody mystery mate