Young Years Of Kiwi Dragons
Weet-Bix and Marmite grows
into Kiwi friends Kiwi beers
great legendary Kiwi Years
“Our wings were flying in the sun....
Dreaming of a wind that would make us sail....
We had the moon and sun behind us....”
there were no horizons that could bind us
no stars galaxies big enough to swallow us
no supernovae in cosmos could out shine us
we burned super stars movers shaking our universe
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Remembering Favourite Foods
last night we late cooked
an old time kiwi favourite
yes hot baked beans on
toast with a side of marmite
on toast to keep it company
sweet simple kiwi luxuary
can’t buy my favourite band
Watties Baked Beans legendary
settled for a can of Heinz yes
you guessed it baked beans
in hot tomato sauce with melted
cheese in hot baked beans mixed
I had Sanitarium kiwi Marmite
on toast another kiwi favourite
as my side dish winter dynamite
real kiwi boys palate to excite
it is simple home foods we miss
Sanitarium Weet-Bix favourite
New Zealand's No.1 breakfast
cereal loved by kiwi generations
milk over golden wheat biscuits
with a sprinkling of brown sugar
acquired taste Marmite spectacular
my beloved ETA salt and vinegar
potato chips can’t find here miss
Cadbury Crunchie Bar local star
milk chocolate over a honey comb
center a delicious treat by Cadbury
Brunswick Sardines in soybean
oil or spring water and Canadian
sockeye salmon other favourites
sacrifice living here I really miss
but for a real kiwi smile happy
Watties Baked Beans legendary
spaghetti or beloved baked beans
are my choice “it must be Watties”
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Kiwi Dave
For forty five years I've been working and I'm just an unfettered slave
And I have gray hairs to show for it I am quoting Kiwi Dave
Five years to go to retirement I was sixty last birthday
And ever since I've started working it's been uphill all the way.
My ex wife said that I was a drinker that I was too fond of the booze
That was her excuse for leaving she said I was born to lose
But I take it in moderation after work three or four beers
And I've been a slave for her and for my children for close to if not twenty years.
Fifteen years ago she left me and she went to live with younger bloke
She got more than half my assets for years to her haven't spoke
She turned my son and daughter against me and my six grandchildren I don't see
And I will spend my usual Christmas on my own watching T.V.
Kiwi Dave is a good person though just a little soured by life
And things for him would have been better had he had a faithful wife
'A woman she can make or break you' with that who could disagree
Dave could see the truth in those words for who would know better than he? .
For forty five years he's been working the hard worker Kiwi
Dave
And for his ex wife and his children for years he has been a slave
He looks older far than sixty the hard life has made him gray
Five more years left till retirement it's been uphill all the way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Words Of Condolence
kiwi people nation
needs to grieve
sometimes it helps
words of condolence
are spoken by public
officials civic pulses
responsibilities
kiwi people nation
needs to grieve
sometimes it helps
it is what poets do
but poets have little
currency value in NZ
we are a sports nation
glued to news feed
images tell tragedy tales
tabloids state facts
ministers give eulogies
friends give support
charities volunteers aid
kiwi backbone
stands to in crisis
crisis skill hones
learning curves
community fellowship
rules God’s own
heart of gold
breed in old
fashioned values
Canterbury garden city
was not paradise born
it was compassion bred
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Happy Feet.
When he was found, more dead than alive,
on the Shore of a Kiwi Beach,
the Emperor Penguin was brought to the zoo
and they called him 'Happy Feet'
He'd drifted, they say, for days and days-
over eighteen Hundred miles.
The poor little fellow nearly wasted away-
when they found him he was half starved.
Day by day, they nursed him back,
The folks at the Wellington zoo.
Now the time has come to return him home
Its the Kiwi thing to do.
So he'll take a sail with a freighter bound
for his cold Antartic home.
When he gets there, he'll pull up a chair
and take a vow never more to roam.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Silent Solitary Ominous Kiwi Flight
New Zealand remains
inherent a cannibal culture eats
irreverent literary genius
honoured are our sports
heroes believed All Blacks
legendary spirit decades
depicting nationalistic passions
viewed hallowed internationals
sanctified are epic test matches
against Springboks Wallabies
great epic rival Rugby Nations
holy grail reverent conversions
chasing elusive pig skin tries
team skills scrum honed religious
national international matches
makes kiwi blood boil victorious
game not country's hallowed pages
fail forgotten forlorn literary arts
regarded with great respect kiwi arts
reverence bestowed on foreign shores
Katherine Mansfield pen name cloaks
write prominent modernist short fictions
flavour focus vivacious charismatic lives
Virginia Woolf D.H. Lawrence befriends
restlessly seeking plumaged kiwi birds
go far flying flying foreign banner skies
chalice blood gathered wit weeping cries
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Dedicated to Katherine Mansfield, with wreaths woven with a final stanza image, transcribed from her poem ‘Across The Red Sky'.
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Team Spirit Conquers Roof Of The World
honoured are our sports heroes
especially our believed All Blacks
decades legendary team spirit
we view them in internationals
epic test matches against Springboks
Wallabies great Rugby nations
chasing elusive pig skin with skills
in national international matches
which makes kiwi blood boil pride
we watched an Auckland bee keeper
explorer mountaineer philanthropist
forge a route through the treacherous
Khumbu Icefall later breach 12 metre
virgin rock face the 'Hillary Step' in
Himalayas near apex Mount Everest
summit as Edmund Hillary wedged
his way up a crack in face between
rock wall the ice to climb on up past
till finally 'A few more whacks
of the ice axe in the firm snow,
and we stood on top.' Conquerors
Edmund Hillary, Tenzing Norgay
in 1953 had summited Everest
a team effort Tenzing a few years
later revealed Hillary had put his foot
on the summit first but in true blue pride
kiwi spirit shared fame on roof of world
sharing fame on roof of the world
is kiwi team spirit iconic expected
sharing fame true measure success
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A Rose Between Thorns
some might see a rose between thorns
Tim and Dave age is but success downed time
I see three exceptionally gifted artists...
that give their own unique art with love to kiwi pride
through decades now with song you turned sung tide
sweet musical gift most precious it is there I do abide...
thou I alone journeyed far from memory homeward halls
kiwi artistry ever sings within my heart is ever at my side
Godspeed write names Tim Dave Bic on hallowed halls...
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Craving A Taste Of Kiwi
last night I lonesome had
irresistible urge to eat kiwi
craving a taste of kai kiwi
the earth is giver of all life
from the soil comes food
native foods New Zealand
that same food is cooked
in oven beneath the earth
but expatriate here will find
no hangi traditional feast
nor any food of home forest
stream sea or gardens kiwi
years since eaten white bait
fresh silver jewels of Buller
River in my far home town
kumara tasty potato sweet
no traditional delicacies
grace my table no hangi
cooked meat vegetables
placed on bed hot stones
in bottom of dug hangi
hole no birds fish kiwi
wild herbs roots mixed
no food cloth covered
before mound of earth
traps heat around food
Maori tourism visitors
eat as guests hangi food
no taewa tutaekuri pass
lips deep purple potato
no rewena pararoa pass
lips potato Maori bread
my father puha gathered
a leafy vegetable green
to be found growing wild
after heavy Buller rains
kowhitiwhiti watercress
also smiling he harvested
greenlip mussels off rocks
at seashore neap low tides
greenlip mussels I ate
as kuku patties paua
from mother of pearl
shells in far away land
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Land Stamp Kiwi Souls
does not forest, lakes, rivers,
windswept beaches, ocean tides,
ebb flow in kiwi artistic souls?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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The Two-Faced Red Fox
Beneath the two layers of makeup
The scent of strawberry kiwi
The dazzling White river smile
And the romantic nimbus she wears
Is a hidden agenda
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Creation Starvation Diet
interesting really
'starving to make music'
is desirable
because passion burns
creativity must flow
emotions outpourings
artists are other
creative New Zealanders
who excel
drew on themselves
their kiwi self
unique artistic other
a quality
of seeing
past
packaged
commercial
hype
great 60s
70s,80s,
90s artist
always
were a genuine
exploration
of their own
exceptional
musical gifts
copies fade
timeless
originality
lasts
stands the test
of time
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Manuka Tea Tree Kiwi Nectar
tiny miracle flowers
scent tuned appease
distempered souls
mānuka honey
kiwi wild flavour
wind clover
earthy oily
herbaceous
damp earth
heather
aromatic
flavour
mānuka flowers
dense branch small leaves
evergreen sirens
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Hayley Westerna Sings Pokarekare Ana
as night tides
turn in ebb flow ink
satin kiwi soul
swims in kiwiana
so long since wore
kiwi swanndri green
hiking in native mystic
bush mountain home
no hype bake fake
lady gaga or baby baby bieber
inferior cheap commercial
soap opera dance routine
roam unseen ghost walker
steeped in distant continents
tropical diverse equator islands
seeks haunting native song home
Hayley Westerna
sings Pokarekare Ana
in sung native Maori lore
with English subtitles
foam mist siren words
of earliest childhood
flood in harmonic beauty
image scenes spectral home
music stirs magical melody
stirring die in cultural
moments eternal memory
in love mist home
gone far voyager
across siren seas
remember in battle
I fell far from home
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in May 2011 on the 6.5.2011.
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The Brass Monkey
We live on in
separate salient
parallel lives.
After forced final
silent thundering
non-communicative
goodbyes.
Andrea’s so extreme
weekend winter
tenting biking.
At annual winter
Brass Monkey
rally biker met.
Engines roar
friends ride
roaring off together.
Road embracing
to rally partaking
to Brass Monkey.
Coldest below zero
southern hemisphere
rally. In Dunedin region,
in New Zealand’s most,
southern scenic region.
Legendary biker rally
now hotly ironically threatened
by expanding global warming.
Was no room for me
kiwi prison warden
could not sentenced be.
Andrea choose a meat
processing worker.
He had two houses
I had zero options
I had no work.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Happy Summer Days
Happy Summer Days
Tinkling wind chimes
Soaring kites
Scenes of Summmer
Long, balmy nights
Aircraft against blue sky
Vapour trail writing
Lawn mowers buzzing
Barbecue lighting
Fun bouncy castles
Families out biking
Backpacks on
Walking and hiking
Splishing and splashing
Paddling pool or beach
Summer fruit tasting
Berries, kiwi and peach
Ice cream and soda
Picnics by streams
A slow game of cricket
On small village greens
A punt on the river
Or sail out to sea
Windsurf or kitesurf
Happy Summer Days
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Christchurch
It’s a small town.
It’s only a suburb.
But it’s a nice suburb.
Sometimes a suburb
can be a nice place to see.
Flowering free kiwi city
of botanic elfin trees.
Cathedral garden
city of New Zealand.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Toasted Public Over Exposure
What's the difference between Russell Crowe
and kiwi expat poet Terence George Craddock
Russell is fame toasted public over exposure
Craddock is vision stealth sight under the radar!
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The shopping list
Eggs Bacon
Sausages Ham
Cheese Corned Beef
Pork Pies Spam.
Apples Pears
Oranges Kiwi Fruit
Lettuce Tomatoes
Cabbage Beetroot.
Biscuits Crisps
Corn Flakes Weetabix
Crumpets low fat spread
Mars bars and Twix.
Bread/wholemeal
Steak and Kidney Pie
Squash Ginger Beer
White wine/dry.
Don't forget the papers
Daily Mirror/The Sun
then treat yourself with
a cuppa and a creamy bun!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Sail Away
I could live inside a tepee
I could die in penthouse thirty-five
You could lose me on the freeway
But I would still make it back alive.
As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away
Therell be wind in the canyon
Moon on the rise
As long as we can sail away.
See the losers in the best bars
Meet the winners in the dives
Where the people are the real stars
All the rest of their lives.
As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away
Therell be wind in the canyon
Moon on the rise
As long as we can sail away.
Theres a road stretched out between us
Like a ribbon on the high plain
Down from phoenix through salinas
round the bend and back again.
As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away
Therell be wind in the canyon
Moon on the rise
As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away.
song performed by by Neil Young
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