iii
Travelling towards
The past of Ponsonby
No longer on a big, yellow, bendy
Banana, wending through
the Queen’s grand canyon
Spread-eagled, inviting all comers
But on a Link
Bus as it slinks
Like a silvery shadow
. . . I think
Upon safe-sex allegations
iv
K’Rd, looking at O’Malley’s Corner
Listening to the talking bus
‘Next Stop . . .’ and thinking
About the time I’m remembering
the Naval and Family
Which still looks beautiful, decrepit
And I’m remembering also
The song we sang, although
About another Samoan woman
. . . we sang slow
In perfect harmony of reggae off-beat
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
2-Poem #16 Auckland Revisited i&ii - Michael O'Leary
Auckland Revisited
i
Britomart, steel and glass
Huge flow of water above
Nestled in the ceiling
And a feeling that
its not just me that has arrived
The city is also now focused
Large nikau palms
Offer internal calm
I feel like singing
. . . a psalm
In this new transport cathedral
ii
Outside the station
The buses wait
The heavy stone of the once CPO
Now seems light
almost ethereal
And across the way
The ferries bob and rhyme
To the Poet of the Harbour’s time
Who dreams of Jeanie: Rising Sun
. . . and shine
Or in lite-brown ale and air
i
Britomart, steel and glass
Huge flow of water above
Nestled in the ceiling
And a feeling that
its not just me that has arrived
The city is also now focused
Large nikau palms
Offer internal calm
I feel like singing
. . . a psalm
In this new transport cathedral
ii
Outside the station
The buses wait
The heavy stone of the once CPO
Now seems light
almost ethereal
And across the way
The ferries bob and rhyme
To the Poet of the Harbour’s time
Who dreams of Jeanie: Rising Sun
. . . and shine
Or in lite-brown ale and air
Monday, July 26, 2010
2-Poem #15 Into Britomart - Michael O'Leary
Into Britomart
Past Parnell Pool and into
the mesh of rails
At Mechanics Bay the train
begins its descent
Into Britomart underground
terminal. Shiny
Steel and glass with giant
ponga ferns
Water fountains above
the skylight roof
Trains, buses and ferries
within reach of
Each other outside the
old Post Office:
who said there’s no such thing as progress?
Past Parnell Pool and into
the mesh of rails
At Mechanics Bay the train
begins its descent
Into Britomart underground
terminal. Shiny
Steel and glass with giant
ponga ferns
Water fountains above
the skylight roof
Trains, buses and ferries
within reach of
Each other outside the
old Post Office:
who said there’s no such thing as progress?
Sunday, July 25, 2010
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2-Poem #14 Papakura&Middlemore - Michael O'Leary
Papakura
People walking over the footbridge
A raised platform, as though
Papakura were an antipodean Venice
Where drowning or sinking into
Red earth were a real possibility
The township closed for the night
But the courtroom and cop-shop
Are still open for business as our
train glides further into Tamaki-makau-rau
Middlemore
More in the middle of south central Auckland now
Than the old heart of Otahuhu, bustling, busy
Mothers and children leaving hospital for home
New station shelters and workers from Mangere
- not lazy, just tired and homeward bound as
Our train turns off into the Orakei deviation at
Westfield. Through G.I. and into the Meadowbank
Tunnel with the strength of the homeward stretch
zooming along the Orakei Basin causeway at speed
People walking over the footbridge
A raised platform, as though
Papakura were an antipodean Venice
Where drowning or sinking into
Red earth were a real possibility
The township closed for the night
But the courtroom and cop-shop
Are still open for business as our
train glides further into Tamaki-makau-rau
Middlemore
More in the middle of south central Auckland now
Than the old heart of Otahuhu, bustling, busy
Mothers and children leaving hospital for home
New station shelters and workers from Mangere
- not lazy, just tired and homeward bound as
Our train turns off into the Orakei deviation at
Westfield. Through G.I. and into the Meadowbank
Tunnel with the strength of the homeward stretch
zooming along the Orakei Basin causeway at speed
Saturday, July 24, 2010
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