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Three plus one: four poems for a birthday

TORCH I was born the day my mother stopped being pregnant a full-baked warm wetness taking its first breath flame flickering, a miniature torch; a moth fluttering against the pane, the porch. She held: a curved moon-nail, thistle-like lock, darkened milk; and the clarinetist curled slow circles around the moon WISH the crack of eggs, the weight of flour, chocolate powder

JUST LIKE BEFORE

Everything was perfect nothing at all was wrong we matched every love song I loved the way you touched the feeling was such a rush I cant explain it I thought I would last a long bit then I became silent you broke it off from there we didnt talk everything was hushed left untouched it didnt matter anymore we were apart just like before the start.   Author: Julie Rutter  

Just In Case Tomorrow Never Comes

My heart forever lies with you And I know that you love me too I want you to know just how I feel And that this feeling is real. Tonight I wanna let go of all my fears Cry all of my uncried tears Hear all of the things I wanna hear, Know that you'll always be near. Because love can be so beautiful Especially when I'm with you Kiss me like there's no tomorrow Just in case tomorrow never comes. Warmth spreads throughout me at your touch Love spreads throughout me from your kiss All I can think is, 'I love him so much And I want him to know I'm glad I'm his. Because love can be so beautiful But mostly when I'm with you Kiss me like there's no tomorrow Just in case tomorrow never comes. We've reached a level of understanding Far beyond what I ever imagined I don't know what I'd do without you, Your sweet love and lingering kiss. Because love can be so beautiful But only when I'm with you Kiss me like there's no tomorrow Just in case tomo...

"Tuatara", by Nola Borrell

Matiu/Somes Island, Wellington Keep your distance you�re new here rough-edged and arrogant One step closer and you won�t see me you won�t see me anywhere Always lie low, I say I�ve learnt a thing or two over 200 million years Take away your �ecologically appropriate quarters� this drainpipe will do And quit drooling over me I pounce on skinks and wetas eat my own kind If a female

JUST FOR YOU

As I sit here all alone I think of only you I think of how I love you and how you make me feel I think of what could be a wish come true for you to love me too I'm holding on to my love for you and hoping one day soon you will love me like I love you.  Author: Janet

"Bonsai" by Cecily Barnes

Who needs your stunted style, your tiny jewels of thwarted art, to snatch a kite flown loose or bad-thrown ball? Or your unsayable rules of infinite pleasures unknown, delights abstruse, to feel soft feathers, their talons' sponsal band? To splinter a street, plumb galaxy's soil, or hold a heaving noose? To grasp your child's hand? To be unbound by any soul, un-bowled by death, to

Joy Of My Heart

Dear Joy of my heart, I am weary ~ so weary of thinking of you. Memories linger in my head, memoirs start me thinking love could never be dead. I see a picture quite clearly of your two eyes of blue, I tell you now with sincerity there is no forgetting you, because I love you dearly, I always thought you knew. Dear Joy of my heart, I am weary ~ so weary of thinking of you.   Author: Joyce Hemsley  

It Wasn't Our Fate

You dont know how it feels to miss someone like you You were my everything, You were perfect You made me feel perfect You were everything And the only thing I had that was good in my life Then you are gone And I'm cheating myself trying to match that love As I watch you trying to do the same I know you dont love me anymore And I know everything is gone I'm happy it happened but im sad it has ended And the thought knowing it will never happen again is devasting It wasn't meant to be It wasn't our fate.   Author: Julie Rutter  

The Votive Angel by Moira Wairama

Thinking it�s the delivery pizza, he opens the door to The Votive Angel, arrayed in slogan-splattered silks, carrying her sword-sharp pen. Silently she strides past him, her silver boots crunching empty beer cans. �Apathetics,� she roars to the house at large, �Arise and vote.� The woman in the kitchen stirring soup looks up, �Who for, dear?� she inquires amiably. �Think,�

It Was True Love From The Start

The touch of your hand, and the taste of your kiss. Oh how I wonder, How our love is as strong as this. The sound of your voice, And the twinkle in your eye. Oh how I thank God, For such a wonderful guy. The warmth of your smile, And the touch upon your face. Oh how I love, Your caringness and embrace. The way you look into my eyes, And the safeness when I'm with you. Oh how I'm so happy, Now that I'm with you. The touch of your body, And the feel of your hands on me. Oh how I see, That this is truly meant to be. The love in your heart, And the glistening in your eyes. Oh how I believe, That nothing will tear us apart. The words upon your lips, And the determination on your mind. Oh how I love, When your hands are on my hips. The beat of your heart, And the bravery in your soul. Oh how I knew, It was true love from the start.   Author: Kaylyn Lloyd  

From Bird Murder by Stefanie Lash

Tusk Tusk was settled by rogue miners. They went too far up-creek, there was no gold, they were lost. They found instead the coloured stones. The women are most industrious in tusk and the children hop from house to house. Perhaps because of the minerality of the River tusk children�s hair will colour as they age. Purple is the predominant hue; some boys turn green. The huge prismatic