Saturday, 21 September 2013
The babiest of all my children, the last born...
Here she is with her nieces, all precious jewels to me.
Presents and celebrations will come later.
Right now, I want to hug you, cuddle you, cradle you and rock you in my arms, like the day you were born.
Happy Birthday, song of my heart!
Tuesday, 3 September 2013
Thank you Sean R. Ova for your poem, 'Trees', which marks the 100th posting by The Anuki Country Press.
By: Sean R. Ova
Through a historians eyes,
Trees long gone speak of yester – men.
Through an architects eyes
Trees erected with nail and bolt express
Man’s frame of mind.
Through an economists eyes
Logs strain and bend to stabilise the kina.
Through eyes of piety
Trees are sacred temples of a dwelling.
Through a medical practitioner’s eye,
Trees provide herbal remedies.
Through an astronaut’s eyes,
Trees adorn an otherwise bare earth.
Through a conservationist’s eye,
Trees are the lungs of the world.
Through an anthropologists eye,
Trees reveal a people’s lifestyle.
Through my Melanesian eyes
Trees are brothers that support
Through the loggers eyes
Quantity over – night.
Through a trees own eyes,
Quality growth over a million years.
Monday, 2 September 2013
From my collection titled ‘ Headugu’ (260 poems)
By: Sean R. Ova
Taliu … way out to sea lay a string of wonderland,
Desolate in the purifying and bathing sunshine
There eyes feast a homemade demand,
For the reefs below the waters stand grand.
I should say, hey ! everyday is gay
As the sky glows wide blue and cool waters play –
Once inside it you’d simply forget –
There’s an outer world to regret.
No people live in this motherland
Who fends for herself at night, and
Below indolent fishes feed on her white sand.
Yet beloved; I’ve stolen sight of her naked; first hand
Ambient breezes every time come in curls
While the gulls’ shy borne squeak teasingly as do girls.
Exciting those blissful beach rich shrubs into sway
Wishing I murder my travelling and stay.
But sunsleep enters this dreamscape; not withstand
The sheer remorse of seeing her no more
A rare island pearl in all tropical expand
Vanish; here spoken as second - hand.
In a day if ever you‘d there land
Go then there… as far as your eyes stand
For she is but an abode for souls to disband
So memories hidden are flung to the woken sender