I was born In England in 1974, this makes me English (obviosly!). My parents were enjoying a hippy lifestyle while honeymooning on a trip around the world. My mother coceived me in Marrocco and gave birth to me in Saint Marys hospital in London. Both my parents are Australian.
When I was little my mother and I lived for a time in Japan, she taught English for a big company, then we came to New Zealand to be with my father Who had moved from australia To New Zealand to avoide automatic drafting into the veitnam war. This is where I have been ever since.
This makes me a Kiwi.
So, as you see I am a mixed bag. I have the right to live in three different countrys. The right to assosiate with three different cultures.
I lived in a very isolated part of New Zealand while growing up. We had no electrisity, no phone, the nearest town was an hours drive away. We lived by the sea, on a farm.
My mother aliviated bordom by produceing children, one every couple of years, I have six siblings. The people around me where not always the best sort of people. This being said, no harm ever came to me, my childhood was idlyic, wonderfull, the best I could have ever hoped for.
Even the worst of the people that my memorys can dredge up, I remember with a fondness. They have a place in the weave of things.
They taught us kids from that generation how not to grow up, what not to be.
I dont really have a set style of poetry that I like to write. I enjoy haveing a go at everything.
I mostly enjoy writing poems that come from personal experiance, that way I dont have to slave over them and risk loseing interest. That being said I still like a chalange sometimes.
Thanks for takeing the time to read all about me. Feal free to give me any honest feed back on my work, good or bad!. I'm thick skined so dont hold back!
Hiare Ra. BON
When I was little my mother and I lived for a time in Japan, she taught English for a big company, then we came to New Zealand to be with my father Who had moved from australia To New Zealand to avoide automatic drafting into the veitnam war. This is where I have been ever since.
This makes me a Kiwi.
So, as you see I am a mixed bag. I have the right to live in three different countrys. The right to assosiate with three different cultures.
I lived in a very isolated part of New Zealand while growing up. We had no electrisity, no phone, the nearest town was an hours drive away. We lived by the sea, on a farm.
My mother aliviated bordom by produceing children, one every couple of years, I have six siblings. The people around me where not always the best sort of people. This being said, no harm ever came to me, my childhood was idlyic, wonderfull, the best I could have ever hoped for.
Even the worst of the people that my memorys can dredge up, I remember with a fondness. They have a place in the weave of things.
They taught us kids from that generation how not to grow up, what not to be.
I dont really have a set style of poetry that I like to write. I enjoy haveing a go at everything.
I mostly enjoy writing poems that come from personal experiance, that way I dont have to slave over them and risk loseing interest. That being said I still like a chalange sometimes.
Thanks for takeing the time to read all about me. Feal free to give me any honest feed back on my work, good or bad!. I'm thick skined so dont hold back!
Hiare Ra. BON
- Last seen on Oct 3 10:17 PM 2007. Member since May 19, 2004.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 445 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I cant spell, so shoot me!".
- I am a 29 year old girl (New Zealand)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a mother.
- I have 445 comments, 64 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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Yellows drapped in sunlight
Greens to drown in.33 lines, 7 comments, February 19, 2005. In Personal
My Stories
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I always liked dogs until I met Bluto.
Bluto was my next door neighbours dog. They got him from the SPCA.675 lines, 2 comments, May 29, 2004. In <200 lines, Crime
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Keith on October 5, 2004The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas
You're right, that line is hard to beat. Do you know
The Listeners, by Walter de la Mare?
'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Great stuff. And even better read aloud.
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funeral on October 3, 2004how come everythign you do is a contest????
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Pari Ali on July 11, 2004Hello there, I was going through my poems and came across a comment with you a bit negative possibly the only one only it echoed what I myself felt about the poem and was jolly glad to read it, so I thought I would look up someone who though unknowingly concurred with me and so here I am.
silly me I thought you were a man and a clown no less now whatever could have given me that idea??? But I find you are a mum just like me and am glad to find that. I love mums, because that is something i can well identify with and well I do think mums of the world should unite.
Lovely to meet someone who is like a true citizen of the world.
lucky you growing up away from so called civilisation. If only men were truly civilised I perhaps would like them more.
Oh I simply love the Highwayman too. and my daughter dotes on CS Lewis. Wonder how he has not become a present day craze along with JK Rowling and Tolkien
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Cactus Matt on June 14, 2004Wow, sounds like you had a beautiful childhood (well, aside from London, I thought it was painfully overrated). I think the whole moving to NZ to avoid the war and living simply without electricity or phones is awesome. No wonder you turned out to be a poet.
Well, I found one of yer poems in the featured area and I came to yer page to see if you lived by the same Fox River that I knew, but, alas, we are NOWHERE near the same Fox River. Oh well, maybe I will find a picture of my Fox River bridge and show it to you!
Matt
