Indecent Assault by Thane Zander

Murder

Broken marriages – surviving – a lifetime

present problems  – and marked – considering

those years wishing – praying – the abuse would stop

Rape

The dogs at the gate – penalise – passing ladies

retaliating –  the prophet buried – in places austere

barking new orders – in the Town Centre – find gravitational pull.

Armed Robbery

Vandals splattered – paint and pens – tagging new neighbourhoods

where virgins – fearing to tread – found new ground

passed into Heaven – their end placated – where light shone from below.

The Killing Fields by Thane Zander

                In Kampuchea | the memory burns 
          the killing fields | lost in dying memories 
            where once stood | mighty Oaks 
            children playing | with one leg, an arm missing 
        now barren, memorium | a past lost 
         soldiers once stood | the shouts of pain 
              barking orders | to innocent walkers 
           in concentrations | the line littered 
              with skeletons | marking the path 
              where the dead | lying aghast 
cried for the loss of honour | the loss of hope 
                   in Rwanda | it is reborn.

Cups and Saucers by Thane Zander

                Cups and Saucers
          o', you borrowed | a line
            from Art House | the colour
              several shades | of darkness
        of hues emanating | radiation
        leaks and droplets | burning images 

                   you supply | cups and saucers
             generalisations | with pretty filigree
              and encounter | gold riddles
              etched in time | unruffled by cause
             and effectively | placed to pasture
you tighten your noose | around your neck
                      and jump | stretching your existence.

Pastor in White by Thane Zander

                    Pastor in White

    I begged the minister - to bow down to an unknown God
     support my matrimony - as we preached to John
 creating a new inference - to demonise George - King
   and passing the Grace, - unto facts of insobriety
I stood firm, knees tight - and passing judgement on the Christ
       nailed to the wall - where the blood dried and
      we spoke in tongues - a Pastor in White washed.

Simple by Thane Zander

      Simple
 Simply - disassociate
   pass - rubble
   wind - clocks
breathe - smoke
choking - cigarettes
  tears – overwhelming

Ducks Eggs by Thane Zander

A very warm welcome to another cleave poet, Thane Zander.

                  Ducks Eggs
                by Thane Zander

     She ducked-dived - waltzed in the blue pond
     her mane ruffled - the spreading tree making
           extricated - partnership deals
 from within her mind - the light omitted
seven fingers of hope - dancing a polka
   until the last joy - blowing her away.

Bio: Thane is a retired man writing poetry as a full
time occupation out of Feilding New Zealand.
He is a New Zealander born and bred.  His secondary
school was Palmerston North Boys High School,
where he was first introduced to poetry
(WH Auden’s Night Mail).He spent 27 years in the
Royal New Zealand Navy, dabbling in poetry occassionally,
but was invalided out with a diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder
in 2002. He has been retired since trying to cope with
the illness and he turned to poetry as a means to
moderate his moods and to measure his progress with
his illness. To date, in six years, he has written over
900 poems, mostly at several online poetry forums.
He has been published in several anthologies and ezines,
but writes mainly for self gratification.