…looking past the obvious…

faces in tree trunks, hover over every move, tides change

2026 here we are

train enters runway

fly into a new year

who will stay on track?

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rainbows forever

bring hope from the sun

wishing on a star

bits

autumn winds curl leaves

roll along home grasses

colours golden hues

sunset falls on secrets

casting shadows on a twilight mind

lips always sealed

remembering younger

forever lovers lost not forgotten

old age set in stone

a hibiscus blooms

silently through morning light

glowing satin red

black cat crosses path

unwittingly bring luck

not all bad for sure

leaves tremble through storms

rose red petals fly with winds

tempestuous seas

Did you know

NZ have the highest levels of pesticide use

the 30th on the list of fertiliser users

First OECD solid waste generation

more endangered species globally

fastest extermination of large animals

92% wetlands drained

70% rivers no longer safe to swim full of nitrogen and cow dung

(From Great Barrier Island NZ Morton, Chris
Malcouronne, Chris)

https://www.viator.com/Auckland-attractions/Great-Barrier-Island/overview/d391-a430

Haiku or not Haiku that is the ??

Crescent moon
Soon to wane
Lovers dance

Birds build nests
Twigs fly through the air
Hair falls out

Moonlight moves
Through an open window
A dreamer sighs

Bride of the year
Holds the childs hand
Bitten fingernails

More haiku!

Summer
Red sky at night
Sailors hornpipe

Rain
Overflowing tank
Cat hides under tractor

For a moment
The air stood still
A new day

Full moon
Slides under a door
A baby cries

Summer
Hibiscus flower in hair
Miss pacifica

for the love of Dad

Up the boohai I’m a going where me Dad is laid to rest

He was a shootin huntin fishin bloke, he was one of the best

He’d bring home the wild bacon a deer a pheasant too

He’d rip out all the blood and guts which made me gag and spew

My job was to pluck the feathers off the ducks when the season came

I woofed down all the animals some I’d given names

Every Christmas holidays down the coast we’d go

The old Hudson rolled through streams to our camping site

My dad would always know

Then my bros and rellies would set up the smelly bell tents

Me mother would laugh and sing while hiding all the presents

Aunty and a cousin and mums friend brought out the holiday tucker

Sometimes while fishing for the big one my dad would say oh bugger

The cray pots would be set at nights at low tide which was the best

Then at first light we’d row out and haul up a meal for brekky

I’d never watch the boiling pot where the crays would scream and die

I just sucked their delicate flesh and snapped their legs outside

Me dad he taught me many things one, how to shoot a gun

Close one eye look down the barrel then kill but it wasn’t fun

The tent had no windows in summer it was stinking hot

The mossies they had their feast all summer I was covered in spots

We swam in the cool fresh rivers and paddle in the sea

Cape Palliser in the old days was magical to me

My childhood memories are filled with sunny days and smiles

When I look back to those perfect years I say they were certainly good times

Nicks Head from Kaiti Beach

eye of beholder

slash still wrecks sandy beaches

beauty on the tide

Time doth fly by when you are on the run

I often wonder how

and when I became so old

youngsters call me elderly

how can they be so bold

I still have all my marbles stored

in a jar beside my bed

but don’t ask me to find them

as its gone right out of my head

You all call me a senior citizen

thank you but no thanks I say

I will leave that terminology

but I guess it won’t go away

I still love to dunk my wine biscuits

in my tea at night

I also like to read throught the fading light

my sight may not be 20 20

my hearing best with aids

but I’m not ready to be put out to pasture

unless my memory fades

some mates have gone to heaven

and are knocking on the gate

I just hope that when the time comes

the devil will ignore me realise I am late

to all the sinners parties with all my bad ass mates

because we’re not floating upside or down

we will be in a peaceful non-existence

you will never feel or see us around.

Distractions

In this very unsettled world I feel it is good to have distractions

Wandering along the coast looking for photo opportunities is a wonderful distraction that takes me to scenes like this. A seal. I didn’t get too close as I wasn’t sure if he/she was injured. I did return the next day and he/she wasn’t there. Hopefully it had returned to the sea on it’s own steam and not just floated out with the tied.