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The most recent of my poems I have placed first, and they have the date they were written and uploaded to the site. Hope you enjoy, or at least get something from them. Poetry is a personal matter I find, but can reveal more, something that resonates for you - for all, dare I dream.
The poems are free to copy and distribute (share), provided they have my name/ website attached.

( December, 2018 )

My bike and I

My bike and I
on canvas career
crisply born
pails of light

Fall to bends
spring again
Tip toe o’er
the felt

Fine lines
fat spaces
Cosmic
zephyr

Lofty scents
compost
condition of
Rock n roll

Memories distant
as the milky way
Caress
Give way

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

( December, 2018 )

De is here

De is here
Man or Woman
all De
no he nor she

It’s in the book
Yenom
by yours truly
in the book

Take my word
it’s yours
yours, yours
Years of quaint accent

Yours and Yours ago
we broke the mold
made the bread
lost the thread

Money gone
page Yenom
the book
of time

On our own
de
far from home
de

Moving on
de
lost the bread
that’s the thread

No excuse
No blame
No regret
No shame

Hands on heads
for bed time
stories
we were told

Moms and Dads
Girls and Boys
pink and blue
toys

Girls line
Boys line
clothes line
fishing line

No excuse
No blame
No regret
No shame

De is here
Man or Woman
all De
no he nor she

No more secrets
nothing to hide
reveal all
stand tall

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

( Spring, 2018 )

De Considerate

De Considerate
doesn’t know
sees but doesn’t know
hears but doesn’t know
Considers
forms a picture
a movie
moving on
Alongside
with and without
lending a hand
conducting the band

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

( Spring, 2018 )

Love you all the same

Two can make it more or less
one can make it just right-
buying time without a mate

Buddy
Companion
Friend
Love you all the same

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

( Spring, 2018 )

Sing bird

Sing bird
of the air
Toll the bell
for all to hear

Over here
over there
Just so
Just so

Tweet and
watch it go
Silence
Indifferent words

Swing it
over here
Just so
Just so

Sing bird
of the air
Toll the bell
for all to hear

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

( Winter, 2018 )

dirty word that

Always right
Can’t be wrong
Dirty word that

Wheels spin
Heavy machine
Chassis swing from a tree

Stuff it
Ram it
Jam it

Done it
Toss it
Nick another

TV on
Feet up
Fast asleep

Place yours?
Don’t say
Get a life

Words
get in
the way

Always right
Can’t be wrong
Dirty word that

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

( Winter, 2018 )

stumps me

Stumps me
says tree
I’ve been here
since elementary

last of
nature’s stand
wide view
of the sea

watery ways
that bore us
here
for what?

To grow
TVs and PCs
as microwaves fade
and oil recedes

Stumps me
says tree
would I be
if tall again

bald head
in the sky
missing lines
dreaming

bird’s sing
in perfect pitch
from tree tops
not stumps

Old salt
from the sea
olfactory
trails you leave

Cricket
I remember
foot to ball
willow on hide

stroke play
stumps call
bales brake
cup of tea

Stumps me
says tree
I’ve been here
since elementary

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

Winter tree

winter tree
with attitude
stands tall
and naked

twiggy
glint of eye
baton raised
to the weather

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Writing it down

He loved her and she loved him

though neither was game to say so

Upstairs she stayed
below he listened
to birds in trees
she overlooked to sea

To town she went
while he sat around
painting, dreaming
writing it down

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

This universe

Immense, minute
vacuous, tranquil
mindfully populated
with packaged matter

Questions begging
parasites and prickles
this universe
sings of many things

Beginnings, endings
spinning still
mindfully populated
with packaged matter

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

Old Lovers
Holding hands

They face
the front
where teacher
points out
pitfalls of
red hoods
and wolves

They Look up
they look down
side by side
holding hands

Cows, asphalt
fluffy clouds
pyjamas
all day

Lullaby
allays cold
waking hand
of the sea

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

The following "Oh Glorious Lady" was special. It was a long time ago and a long way from home. It was written pretty much in one splurt, rhyme and all. Around that time I was avoiding rhyme at all costs which also made it unusual for me. The ego was high, thought I could fly. Hoped I could. I was standing on shaky ground. It's probably the only poem I have written that has been so indelibly imprinted on my mind. 

Oh Glorious Lady
you stand so tall
as you tiptoe through
my empty mind

you pick me up
in your feathered tree
with your smile
your eyes so pure to see

you dance and sing
of a fire that glows
that draws me near
that I might hear
your inner voice
of joy sincere

Oh dearest lady
do you wish to share
all this with me
that I may be
with you and see
through peaceful eyes
beyond the mist
beyond all lies.

Neil Felton - www.artis.co.nz

Yenom

Excerpt from Yenom:
"So, we are all going on holiday are we, and living on fresh air," the nose chuckled...

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