Poetry Portfolio Part 1

So following will be the 10 poems that I've submitted for my poetry portfolio this term just gone, haven't gotten marks back from it, kinda don't want marks back from it - it's all just a bit scary to have that kinda thing strongly critiqued or what have you, but something about this is what I signed up for, so deal. Some of the poems have slightly adult themed content, what can I say, I like the shock factor. For the record, none of these are based on any of my actual experiences, just an overactive imagination.

This part contains Dream Girl, See a Penny, Pick it Up, Fondu

Dream Girl

Tonight it chimed in when she tuned out
Girl Friday, all there, waiting, just for a moment
there was a nanosecond between her and defeat
as she stood there shaking to the beat.

Girl Friday, all there, waiting, for just a moment
she wanted to shine, stop traffic
as she stood there shaking to the beat
her grip on reality was poles apart from his

She wanted to shine, to stop traffic
attention seeks wallflower, notice finally given
her grip on reality was poles apart from this
and she flung herself into her routine, full swing

Attention seeks wallflower, final notice given
high ideals, heels to match
and she flung herself into her routine, full swing
she bent over backwards to please.

High ideals, heels to match
assume the role, get a grip
she bent over backwards to please
herself. She grinned her satisfaction

Assume the role, get a grip
there was a nanosecond between her and defeating
herself. She grinned her satisfaction -
tonight it chimed in when she tuned out.


See A Penny, Pick It Up

She called me back! Opportunity for a life
with style. Interview with the fashion
goddess! The secretary's voice pinballs through my
mind - 'Important', 'must be there', 'can't be late'
It's like the rabbit's important date

Late - 12 minutes to be precise.
Fucking public transport!
Finally, the bus comes -
number 7 - to carry me to this
potential metamorphosis,
idle to fashion idol
Penny v 2.0

My Snapper card out, I rise to the occasion
I shadow the bus stop, foot claps
concrete, wave until I lose a button,
earnest eyes fasten the driver.
He smirks, drives on
until my flailing fingers
turn to one.
I missed the bus,
(just like dad said I would.)

But this isn't over yet.
The driver must make his next stop;
I must make him stop.

Yes! Pedestrians!
A quick sprint down to the paused bus
knuckles rap at the door
I try to pry it open -
this interview is worth a broken nail.

The driver ignores me
So I mimic a pedestrian, sidle out in front
I drop my Snapper which I must pick up
The 'bend and snap' gives
me more than I bargained for.

The top one, two, three buttons ping off
and with more than cleavage in sight
the driver's jaw drops and
behind him, the passengers whistle, cheer.
My face, radiant scarlet, matches the berets

of the officers that fill the bus.
I see the number 7 and
read 'Trentham Military Camp',
a laminated NZ Army logo mocks
from the dash.
One gallant soldier sees me - damsel
undressed - pushes the emergency
button, door opens,
"Where are you headed?"


Fondu

The mottled melting pot
of colour and taste
bubbles invitingly
flame tickles bulbous pot
wanting in on the action
skewers awry, stabbing
fruit specimens into molten
chocolate develops a skin if left
too long. Kiwifruit plunged
beneath into the creamy rich depths
Fondu for two,
Pacific flavour if you please.

Peruvian mangoes
Philippine bananas,
Hawaiian pineapples and a bit
of coconut rough.
Fusion of flavours
from all corners of the globe.
What is a kiwifruit these days?
Previously a chinese gooseberry
now synonymous with Zespri -
holding global hands
or just political handstands?

The settlers have settled
and now when others claim 'kiwi'
feathers get ruffled.
Us 4th, 5th, 6th generation kiwis
know the lay of the land -
we can help you find where
you stand.

Welcome to New Zealand
The oceania melting pot
Here, delectable and delightful
fresh fruit, F.O.B.
Skewer them into the white
chocolate sea,
heated by the gentle flames
of passive aggression
a side-plate of racial tension
sprinkled with tainted tolerance

Technicolour multi-cultural fruit
salad in the making
baked with a few other bits,
it may become a rich paradise, tart.