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

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

 

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

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

Love and Respect

 

 

Cherita for Aretha

 

Re – re – re – respect

 

Give me my propers

Wrote Otis Redding

 

You – you – you

Earned it well Aretha

Aretha, to you the respect

 

Bhk © 20.8.2018  (all rights reserved)

Phantom Lover

Phantom Lover

 

Why wake a gal like this?

Such surprise

And delight!

 

Hold me close

Dear husband

All through the night.

 

You had been gone

Two full years

When on this night

You returned.

 

Hold me close

Dear husband

All through the night.

 

Though I yearn

For the real

Flesh and blood

Of your body, my love.

 

What we shared

That one lonely night

Such a surprise

And delight.

 

Benita Kape © 8.8.2018

For:      https://dversepoets.com/2018/08/07/unseen-things/

Unseen Things. Thanks for the invite Jilly.

A Step Further (for upcoming ModPo)

I couldn’t help myself. A notification of a 5-minute video came into my inbox. (It’s 4 am and not sleeping.) I watched Al and Gab on Wallace Stevens. Something about “Disillusionment at Ten O’clock”. And then I settled down to write. All I had was a drink of warm milk. Believe me, I have never smoked a joint in my life so even that is imagined.

A Step Further

after Wallace Stevens

 

I woke to heavy rain.

A poet doesn’t lie there

trying to go back to sleep.

She has grabbed her lasso

from the shed, waded out

to the flooded street. The cat

certainly doesn’t follow;

she sleeps on in her favourite chair.

The poet has hauled the croc

into the yard, into a swim pool

she’s long been meaning to install.

Overnight she accomplished

quite a lot.

 

Next morning, the neighbours

don’t believe her. She throws

a party (around her imaginary pool)

and by the time the neighbours roll

home they are amazed to have found

they too joined in the entertainment.

And even more amazed that on waking

they could find no evidence

of crocodile, pool or a tell-tale joint.

 

Benita Kape © 4.8.2018

Coffee

Coffee

 

The rain has held off –

It will be here by evening.

 

I’m pushing it

stopping, on the way home

at a newly opened Café

on Ormond Road

(when I’d promised myself

that I’d mow all the lawns

before the next

winter showers set in …)

 

Coffee only –

damn good though.

I almost forget

I’m starving:

well, not starved exactly

but no food is served here.

A damn good coffee,

and ambience –

a hum of voices

an excellent venue

for a Poetry Reading.

 

But there is no booze –

 

There’s always a catch

(but we could arrange

for a temporary license …)

 

At least I now know

where to come

for a damn good coffee.

 

And the rain held off –

at least part of that lawn

was mown;  two coffee

and we may have covered

the whole yard: three …

 

and I could have mown

the neighbour’s lawn

as well.

 

Benita Kape © 3.8.2018

MTB: Punctuation and enjambment for “dVerse” prompt

For this prompt, you can either punctuate an existing poem or write something entirely new poem.