I Only Have Eyes For Prince Harry

Prince Harry gets hugs

Prince Harry, Luke Vincent and Megan — Photo Credit (AAP)

I  Only  Have  Eyes  For  Harry

for;  Little Luke Vincent

 

I only have eyes for Prince Harry

today when he visited my school.

The Principal guided me

in his direction, which was cool.

 

My name is Luke Vincent.

I only have eyes for Prince Harry.

I wore my sun hat and glasses.

I never noticed the world press

was here recording us. This, they

say, has gone viral. The Duchess

was there too and I gave her

a quick cuddle but, the truth is,

I only had eyes for Prince Harry

and his lovely red beard

which someone said; it was

a wonder of wonders, that

I was permitted to stroke.

 

I came back for a second touch

and a tickle. More cuddles

dear Prince Harry,

I only have eyes for you.

Please come again to Dubbo

and again bring the rain when you do.

My Principal and my whole school

love you. And yes, we love Megan too.

 

Benita H. Kape © 21.10.2018

Prince Harry gets his beard tickled photo credit (AAP)

Luke Vincent & Prince Harry — Photo Credit (AAP)

 

 

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Theresa May Dances to Abba

 

4338.jpg Theresa May dancing. photo credit Stephen Rousseau

Conservative Entry – Theresa May  —-  photo credit: Stephen Rousseau

Theresa May Dances to Abba

 

I once wrote “I couldn’t imagine

Theresa May hugging one of the Lions”

(as in members of the English football team).

But I’ll take that back because today

she is all over our TV screens

as she comes on stage dancing

to Abba; The Dancing Queen. (Her moves

are much improved upon since her African visit.)

So that Philip gives her a hug. But then,

being her husband, he’s allowed. And it

comes nowhere near dancing through

a wheat field as a child. It’s more than

a dry background shot. It’s the real deal. The lady

who was left with a kettle of worms while Boris

now dances in a field of dry grass; a real pain.

 

So dance Theresa May, woman

at England’s helm. Has Jacinda,

that laidback young woman from the Colonies,

shown you the laidback/lead-the-way edginess

as we move down the twenty-first century?

 

With dancing and babies, the women

are bringing reality to politics.

 

Benita H. Kape © 6.10.2018

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Middle-earth Quadrille for d’verse

 

Middle-earth Quadrille

 

I live not too far from the film set

of Middle-earth, north at Matamata.

And Tolkien would be amazed

at such a place: laid out at Matamata.

 

There’s the whole community

Middle-earth.

Peeping out from the green dunes.

A tourist Mecca: out at Matamata.

 

Benita Kape © 28.8.2018

 

https://www.hamiltonwaikato.com/experiences/middle-earth-movie-magic/hobbiton-movie-set/

 

So this week, dig deep into the earthy depths of your imagination and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the word earth.

Here’s how to Quadrille:

– Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including the word earth.
– Put your poem on your blog and link back to this post.
– Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
– Visit other blogs. Enjoy some amazing poets. Comment. Come back later this week and write another one, and visit some more. Comment some more. Create as many poems as you please, including ones with all the words.

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ENVIOUS

Bledisloe Cup

The Big Cup – Photo Credit David Rowland

 

ENVIOUS

 

We watch our All Black Captain

Kieran Read hug Jacinda.

(We were watching the Bledisloe Cup).

Can you imagine Theresa May

hugging one of the Lions?

We do things differently in N.Z.

And currently even the Aussies

(aka Prime Ministers) can see that.

 

They’re envious as all get-out.

Are they ever!!

And who can blame them?

Commiserations Aussie.

But I just want to put in a plug

for Beauden Barrett. What a record breaker!

(And a mention for Sam Whitelock

for his 100th AB game, and earning his cap.)

A few years back our dear Bub Bridger

wrote a poem.  She wanted a Whetton

for Christmas. Well I want Beauden Barrett

for my birthday next month. Just

his smile will do.

 

Ae, I have my envies as well.

 

Benita H. Kape © 26.8.2018

 

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My poem for NZ National Poetry Day 2018 Te Aroha

Te Aroha

for: Neve Te Aroha Ardern Gayford

 

Two months and three days;

It’s time I wrote a poem just for you.

 

So far I’ve only seen you

cuddly wrapped and wearing

your little green hat. On Facebook,

your Mum has shown a smidgen

of the lovely gifts sent your way.

Te Aroha, the country has said,

and respects your family’s

right to privacy.

 

Two months and three days.

We wait patiently for the release

of your first official photograph;

other than the one as a family

as you left hospital and went home

and your Mum took her dedicated

six weeks maternity leave. It can

be done. Prime Ministers can

take such leave same as any other.

Paternity, Maternity, working parents,

all need a time of leave.

 

But until that official photograph of you,

and because I am celebrating

one of the many good things

to come our way this year,

doing that, as always, through poetry –

 

Te Aroha National Poetry Day Aotearoa 2018

 

Our love for our country

Our love for poetry

Our love for family

 

Benita Helen Kape © 19.8.2018

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Greg Boyed

Mourning a loved New Zealand Broadcaster. Deepest condolences to his Whanau

 

Greg Boyed

In Memoria 1970-2018 

 

We all have a sad side

and we all have a happy side

of our face.    Beautiful man,

talented, loving and kind man.

 

We have a funny side

and we all have a sad side

of our face. A loved

and respected man,

no one can take your place.

 

To your whanau, friends

colleagues; All ….

“A day like these,

 never make sense”     *

 

A runner, a musician

“sweetest, silliest”      **

The tributes flow in

 “full of wisdom”       ***

Both sides of the screen

this evening

moist and deeply felt tears.

 

We all have a sad side

and we all have a happy side

of our face.     Beautiful Man.

We mourn for you, we mourn for you.

Moe mai ra.

 

Benita H. Kape © 22.8.2018

 

Tweets as per

*          Mark Crysell

**        Eric Young

***      Katie Bradford

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