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Hungry

Lonely and hungry, oh so weary,

worn and ragged, night time dreary.

Tears drip down from sullen eyes,

soul too broken now to rise.

 

Tried to stay here, tried to love,

seems there’s no one, just God above.

Drive a knife through soul and chest,

send me to eternal rest.

 

Try to rouse me, shake me so,

I will not wake, I’ve gone you know.

None to mourn the space I took,

None to turn and none to look.

 

Bones under the ground that rot,

dust and mold that they begot.

Sun and rain will soon decay,

all trace now gone this nameless day.

 

Why should they cry upon my grave?

A lonely soul that none could save.

No fancy words, no candles flame,

just a stone and just a name.

 

Yes I know that this poem had already been posted but I can’t seem to update it, so here is the updated version.

The Witch of Halloween

Underneath below the pale faced moon,

far beyond the sun at noon,

creeping in the darkness soon,

the witch of Halloween.

Her footfalls near a lonely grave,

entombed a common lowlife knave,

now just bones that none could save,

will live on Halloween.

 

Her bones creak, her skin it tore,

nails grow into a claw,

oozing blood from flesh that’s raw,

this dark All Hallows Eve.

She casts a spell upon the earth,

the skeletons unnatural birth,

a ghastly sound betrays her mirth,

this dark All Hallows Eve.

 

Grey rotting skin and sunken chest,

craving, hunger, cannot rest,

fresh from a tomb that evil blessed,

on All Saints Eve shall rise.

Black cat slinks, wears down its prey,

long since left the bright of day,

claws sink deep where life can’t stay,

on All Saints Eve shall rise.

 

As the bell tolls I would implore,

stay inside behind locked door,

come they through the fields and moor,

the hordes of Halloween.

Fleeting on the steps they tread,

fills your countenance with dread,

devour their victims feet to head,

the hordes of Halloween.

 

A troupe upon the cobbled street,

the witch and her minions meet,

devoid of mind and bare of feet,

a grisly feast by moonlight.

Blood dripping from tooth and fang,

lifeless now the body swang,

taunting victory cries now rang,

a grisly feast by moonlight.

 

Come the mornings soft blue light,

the hordes have left and taken flight,

could only last one dreaded night,

a tranquil sun will rise.

Morning earth its darkness sheds,

back into their wooden beds,

beneath the soil rest their heads,

a tranquil sun will rise.

Worm-Larder Jane

Worm larder Jane

she rose again,

as the earth did peal away.

She shrieks and moans,

through silver bones,

full moon as bright as day.

 

The hoar-stone set

where boundaries met,

the graves and the fields of rye.

Those times had past,

the centuries vast,

now ruins to meet the sky.

 

Born into strife,

her villainy rife,

scabbard by her side fit snug.

So without a care,

they’d stuck her where,

no grave had ought be dug.

 

Here lies Jane,

the sad refrain,

set as her epitaph.

Her granite block

and the ancient rock

too close by a yard ‘n’ a half.

 

She looked at the plot,

and knew they’d forgot,

hadn’t the sense to question why,

the grand old stone,

must stand alone,

her cutlass raised to the sky.

 

At revelers sound,

deftly spun around,

those souls would take their leave.

The strangest light,

had met her sight,

for it was All Hollows’ Eve.

 

She looked confused,

at the cloths they used,

to celebrate the dead.

But they welcomed her in,

with her sword and grin,

and the tales that she said.

 

So they’d spent the night,

with drink and fight,

and now they weary slept.

Then she bid them well,

they’d all live to tell,

of Jane and the life she’d kept.

Glossary:

Worm-larder, worm-scullery or bone-house: a cheap, poorly made coffin usually with gaps in the woodwork. (created by myself)

Hoar-stone – an old hoary stone, an ancient boundary stone.

 

Frozen Ghost

Lonely ghost drifts through the house

scares a cat, freezes a mouse.

boney fingers scrape the wall,

ice appears right down the hall.

 

Rotten flesh hangs down from bone,

from her mouth a piercing moan

One lady frozen on a stair,

missing heart and half her hair.

 

Like time has stopped for ever more,

her blood it never reached the floor.

A gruesome pose, the sculpture still,

throughout the house a deathly chill.

 

Down the garden path it goes,

flowers turn away and close.

The midnight hour all but lost,

back to its earthly grave of frost.

Hungry

Lonely and hungry, oh so weary,
worn and ragged, night time dreary.
Tears drip down from tired eyes,
soul too broken now to rise.
Tried to stay here, tried to love,
seems there’s none, just God above.
Drive a knife through soul and chest,
send me to eternal rest.
Try to rouse me, shake me so,
I will not wake, I’ve gone you know.
None to mourn the space I took,
none to turn and none to look.
Bones under the ground that rot,
dust and mold that they begot.
Sun and rain will soon decay,
all trace now gone this nameless day.
Why should they cry upon my grave?
A lonely soul that none could save.
No fancy words, no candles flame,
just a stone and just a name.

 

 

Honey Bee

Honey bee, honey bee,

Perched upon a cherry tree.

Come and fly close to me,

Honey bee, honey bee.
Tiny wings, tiny wings,

Flying past many things.

Oh what a joy it brings,

Tiny wings tiny wings
Flower bright, flower bright,

Colors shine into the night,

such a wonder fills my sight,

Flower bright flower bright.
Grasses green, grasses green,

Bee flying through unseen,

His own forest he has been,

Grasses green, grasses green.
In a hive, in a hive,

He may rest from 9 to 5,

with the sun he comes alive,

In a hive, in a hive.

IP Ratings, what does it mean?

IP (Ingress Protection).

Yes that’s what the “IP” stands for.

In Brief – The first number following the “IP” is a Solid Particle Protection rating, the second number is a Liquid Ingress Protection rating. See below for the ratings and what they mean. I have also included the IP rating letters that  can appear at the end of the rating number.

Solid Particle Protection.

Protection of persons against contact with or approach to live parts and against contact with moving parts (other than smooth rotating shafts and the like) inside the enclosure and protection of the equipment against ingress of solid foreign bodies in accordance with IEC 60598-1:2003.

IP number How effective is it?
0 Not protected at all against any size particle.
1 Particles larger than 50 mm
2 Particles larger than 12.5 mm
This is the minimum rating to protect against putting your finger into a thing.
3 Particles larger than 2.5 mm
4 Particles larger than 1 mm
5 Dust Protected
Dust must not enter in enough quantity to affect the normal operation.
6 Dust Tight
Dust can’t enter, even in a vacuum.

Liquid Ingress Protection

Protection of the equipment inside the enclosure against harmful ingress of water.

 

IP number How effective is it?
0 Not protected at all.
1 Protected against dripping water.
2 Protected against dripping water when tilted up to a 15-degree angle from its normal position.
3 Protected against spraying water when tilted up to a 60-degree angle from its normal position.
4 Protected against splashing water at any angle.
5 Protected against water sprayed by a 6.3 mm nozzle at 12.5 Liters/minute and 30 kPa (pressure) from three meters away for three minutes.
6 Protected against water sprayed by a 12.5 mm nozzle at 100 Liters/minute and 100 kPa (pressure) from three meters away for three minutes.
6K Protected against water sprayed by a 6.3 mm nozzle at 75 Liters/minute and 1,000 kPa (pressure) from three meters away for three minutes.
7 Protected against immersion in water up to one meter at normal pressure for 30 minutes.
8 Protected against immersion in water one meter or deeper at specifications detailed by the manufacturer.
9K Protection against water sprayed from high-flow and high-pressure jets at high-temperature
Water volume of 14 to 16 Liters/minute
Water pressure of 80 to 100 bar
Water temperature of 80-degrees
Distance of 0.10 to 0.15 meters

Additional Protection Designation

These Letters will appear at the end of the IP rating if any of them apply.

Letter code    What it means      

f                         Oil resistant

H                        High voltage protection

M                        Motion during water testing

S                         No motion during water testing

W                       Weather resistant

A                         Protected against access to hazardous parts with back of hand.

B                         Protected against hazardous parts with fingers.

C                         Protected against tools interfering with hazardous parts.

D                         Protection against wire from entering hazardous parts

But wait… there’s more!! Some things may have an IK rating.

An IK rating is the degree of impact resistance.

Impact protection

Degrees of protection provided by enclosures for electrical equipment against external mechanical impacts in accordance with IEC 62262:2002 and IEC 60068-2-75:1997.

 

IK00     Not protected

IK01     Protected against 0.14 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 0.25kg mass dropped from 56mm above impacted surface.

IK02     Protected against 0.2 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 0.25kg mass dropped from 80 mm above impacted surface.

IK03     Protected against 0.35 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 0.25kg mass dropped from 140 mm above impacted surface

.IK04     Protected against 0.5 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 0.25kg mass dropped from 200 mm above impacted surface.

IK05     Protected against 0.7 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 0.25kg mass dropped from 280 mm above impacted surface.

IK06     Protected against 1 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 0.25kg mass dropped from 400 mm above impacted surface.IK07Protected against 2 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 0.5kg mass dropped from 400 mm above impacted surface.

IK08     Protected against 5 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 1.7kg mass dropped from 300 mm above impacted surface.

IK09     Protected against 10 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 5kg mass dropped from 200 mm above impacted surface.

IK10     Protected against 20 joules impact.
Equivalent to impact of 5kg mass dropped from 400 mm above impacted surface.

I hope all this helps.

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On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:

Twelve racks of suits.
Eleven Hammond Organs.
Ten lagers with croutons.
Nine diesel decks.
Eight lifeless moons.
Seven cat naps.
Six specs of grit.
Five red hot curries.
Four gazpacho soups.
Three spare heads.
Two pleasure GELF’s.
and a life pod with an alien.

By Roger Vincent
Author of “Apostrophe to Zenith”

Tribute to Prince

In remembrance of  Prince Rogers Nelson

 

Prince my prince what have you done,

Your light now hidden from the sun.

Taken from our love too soon,

Go shine as brightly as the moon.

 

Your friends down here – still earth bound

As heaven rings with your own sound.

The Angels dancing up on high,

As one more star has joined the sky.

 

Home

Quote – Stephen King.

Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

Leap Day

Leap day frog says,”Happy leap day everyone.”

Leap-Day

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From Rogerthepoet

Bugatti Chiron

Engine Specifications:

8 liter W16 engine

1500hp

estimated top speed 288mph, 463kmph.

Need I say more!!

 

A scene from India

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As we traveled through the bustling streets of Agra our horse and driver seemed indifferent to all of the activity and the strange smells created by a mixture the rubbish that was often well trampled into the dirt streets, the open sewers or the fact that some people just squatted down to do their business wherever they pleased and the multitude street vendors offering curries , roti breads and a host of other Indian cooking. The traffic didn’t seem to obey any sort of rules as buses, trucks, cars motorbikes, camels, cows, horses, ox’s people pulling makeshift carts and the occasional elephant jostled for position along the busy street. We passes a crowd by the river as we neared our destination. They lit a funeral pyre as we plodded by and said their last goodbyes and prayers for a loved one who had passed into the next life. Huge buzzards stood like sentinels among the poor in their ramshackle dwellings waiting for a life to end so they can pick at the bones. Finally we reach the gateway to the Taj Mahal, quite an impressive feat of architecture in itself, and farewell our horse and cart. Not knowing what to expect and a little shaken by all the sights we have seem so far we have our way through the gate and step into another world. Like a fairy tale palace the sight stops you in your tracks. The water features and gardens are perfect with the awe inspiring Taj Mahal in the background. Like princes we approach the entrance and marvel at the massive intricately carved blocks of marble inlaid with precious stones. As we walk around taking in every aspect of this wonderful place we wish we never had to leave. Looking our past the back of the Taj Mahal, cattle are being lead from the Yamuna river that lazily winds its way through the countryside oblivious to the daily comings and goings that make Agra and India such an amazing place.

Excellence

Striving for excellence is applaudable,

just remember that excellence is not a destination

but a never ending journey.

For those on the journey I wish you well.

Pike Coal Mine

A Poem in remembrance of those who lost their lives in the Pike River coal mining disaster.

Pike Mining Disaster 2010

They worked in a mine, the Pike twenty nine,
on New Zealand’s rugged West Coast.
Those poor brave men, went down again,
and bragged who could drink the most.

You could hear noise, from those working boys
as they picked the seam of coal.
With laughter they sweat, till they’re soaking wet
and the day has taken it’s toll.

Number twenty nine, the 10th prime,
the digits not of our choosing.
on the 19th day of November they say,
fate wasn’t going to be losing.

A second blast, flags at half mast,
the news sent our spirits falling.
The rescue date, it came too late,
we pray that heaven was calling.

We sing a lament, twenty nine souls went.
from that horrible fiery pit.
Their faces we’ll miss, no goodbye kiss,
no passing wisdom or wit.

Twenty one plus eight, an empty plate
at each house this Christmas time
The churches fill, with mourners still,
the bells begin to chime.

No vigil there, no graveside prayer,
no bodies left to hold.
The whole world knows, the pain that grows,
our prayers have not gone cold.

By Roger Vincent

What Recession?
(My opinion for what it’s worth)

The news says there’s a recession
but some things just make me ponder.
Most of the people – they’re still here,
they haven’t been called up yonder.

We have the same amount of gold
and all other types of metal.
Nothing’s been taken from the Earth,
there’s no score we have to settle.

Trees still produce all kinds of fruit,
the plants still grow and flowers bloom.
We haven’t changed our appetite,
as food fills up room after room.

We still like to fly and travel,
to play games and to laugh and run.
Our business trips can’t be cancelled,
yes, we still like the beach and sun.

The world leaders need to gather,
to bring the price of oil down.
We use up every cent we’ve got,
it’s going to drive us out of town.

Let’s all do what we know best,
let’s move, fix, buy, sell and make stuff.
When the news mentions recession
we’ll tell them straight – we’ve had enough.

By Roger Vincent
Author of “Apostrophe to Zenith”

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Samples from my book

“Apostrophe to Zenith A Book of Poems” is my book which was published by Raider Publishing in New York in 2009.

(There are 189 poems in the book.)

If you like any of my pages or just want to say hi, please leave a message. (This is a picture of me taken in

my home town – Upper Hutt, New Zealand).

From the section – ABOUT DEATH

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One With The Desert

As he fell he noticed the smell
of the driest baron place.
A struggle to move didn’t improve
his disposition or his face.

He did a dry moan and then a slow groan
as he lay in the desert sun.
He had a strange grin just above his chin
as he baked when his day was done.

A quiet rest settled on his chest
but he hadn’t the heart to care.
He tasted dust, as he knew he must
and he hadn’t the breath to swear…

Gone

I see a dark cloud, overhead like a shroud,
foretelling that my time is near.
As it floats by the sun hits my eye,
now many things are suddenly clear.

Day has turned night, my will it took flight.
Will you miss me in Autumn my love?
And Springtime too, with roses in hue
and the flight of the fantail dove.

The worm will turn before he can learn
of my poor ragged life and its ebb.
I am but a weft that nature has left,
like a husk in a spiders web…

Funeral Director

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
too bad he’s dead – now let him rust.
We commit this body with gold to plunder,
he’ll soon be rotting some six feet under.

From the section – ANTI-FACE POEMS

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Blue Face

Your face is like
the big blue sky.
You took my breath,
you made me cry…

Rose Face

Your face is like
a bright red rose.
When comes the spring
your beauty shows…

Glow Face

Your face – the glow of this new day,
to greet me newly in the morn’.
Your freckles like a starry veil,
a face that time has never torn…

From the section – CHILDREN’S STUFF

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Butterfly

Butterfly scribbles across the sky,
float away, float away.
A spot of color way up high,
float away, float away.
Your beauty makes the day so new,
won’t you stay, won’t you stay?

Frog

Bouncing and jumping’s fantastic,
this frog is made of elastic.
His little green legs he sprang,
till the lily pads he rang.
Jumping by night is a lark,
each new hop leaves its mark…

Moon and Gooseberries

Jiggiley joggily June,
Krystine sat on the moon.
She picked a crystal flower,
to sit and pass the hour…

Mr. B Bore

Hairy old Mr. B Bore
charged into the pea store,
to get his wife some greens.
He slipped upon a raw lentil,
should have been rather more gentle.
Now there’s stains on his jeans.

He slid into a tall rack
and pushed aside a small sack,
to see what was his fate.
He was covered in chilly beans,
got himself up by silly means,
before it got too late…

From the section – END RHYMES

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Abbot

Hast thou glimpsed the awful Abbot,
who along with Percy Babbitt,
had a most distressing habit,
eating sour and cheesy rabbit…

Abel Babel

I had an aunt, her name was Abel,
who set out to find the tower of Babel.
‘Twas held together by a flimsy cable,
according to a long lost fable.
One end of the roof was a gable,
but her map had no label…

Dusty Study

An errant breath upon my book
does reveal it to be dusty.
In depth I sat upon a chair,
its dated cushion now crusty.
The lancet window does proclaim
a timid breeze roaming gusty…

From the section – FACE POEMS

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Hog Face

Your face looks like a hogs head
that smells of blood and guts.
Your nose is fat and wrinkled
with purple infected cuts…

Clog Face

Your face is so clogged
with dirt, muck, and grime.
Your nose is dripping
fluorescent green slime…

Sneeze Face

Your face looks like
a congealed sneeze,
and smells just like
rotting parmesan cheese…

From the section – GROSS STUFF

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Just Wet

Today I’m feeling rather dank,
maybe too much water I drank.
Clothes are clinging, slightly damp,
muscles aching, soon will cramp.
Floor beneath is spongy, moist,
rotting every redwood joist…

The Art of Farting

When you really let one rip
can you see the old paint strip?
Can you make a nice tune
like Mr. Big Baboon?
Is it like a rhythmic hum,
or like a big kettle drum?…

Eat This

Cockroach in your hair.
A mouse in the stew.
Maggot bread that’s new,
it’s all good for you…

From the section – HUMOUR

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Ruth’s Tooth

’Struth Ruth, you’ve got a rotten tooth.
Back Jack, or you’ll get the sack.
Quick Nick, grab that stick.
Yank Hank, it looks rather dank.
Hurry Murray, she’s in a flurry…

Rick

An ode to my mate Rick.
His finger a needle did prick.
He ran to the hills,
Manisha brought the pills
and then he was violently sick…

We’ve Left Our Clothes We’re Streaking
(Can Be Sung to the Tune of “God Defend New Zealand”)

Ghost of darkness wears a sheet.
In a haunted house we meet.
Hear us scream as we retreat.
We’re not scared we’re freaking.
Get our ageing triumph car,
so we can escape afar.
We don’t know where our bags are.
We’ve left our clothes we’re streaking…

From the section – LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

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Long Ago

In a time long since of forgotten lore
where I met a friend, sweet Eleanor.
Past blacksmith and stable did we run,
through meadows of violet in the noon day sun.
The landscape moves with a purple glow,
over rolling hills its cape does flow.
We skipped and ran through infinite days,
by fields and valleys of coloured haze…

Companions

Frozen earth and clouded heath,
hides its dwellers far beneath.
Through treetop canopy is sighted
a foxtrot of pansies are delighted.

Rolling fog does now reveal,
beauties vision here to feel
a companion’s warmth beside.
Closer now does she ride.

Past the flowing crystal stream,
reflected angel from a dream.
Autumn leaves twinkle down,
golden stars rest on her gown…

You and I

When I feel your body next to mine,
I shine.
When you lay your head upon my chest,
I rest.
I am the sun and you are my sky,
we’re way up high…

From the section – NATURE

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The Mirror

Upon a shattered mirror we rode,
we rode the seven waves high,
upon a shattered mirror we rode,
we rode into a moonlit sky.

Upon a gulls call we turned,
we turned into a starry night,
as the gull screamed and banked
we turned into the scattered night.

Upon the moons breath we glided,
soul and spirit floating free.
As the moon breathed upon,
soul and spirit calling me…

Rain

In your cloud you should stay
until the night invades the day.
Stars and moon wrapped up in beds,
blackest ruffles enfold their heads.

Asleep the slumbering heavens glow,
shameless hidden winds now blow.
Clouds and rain join in the fray,
relentless torrent upon the bay.

Sea surrendered to the sky above,
for the rain it has no love.
Beating, beating on shore and cove,
stealing the darkest treasure trove.

Tribute to a Black Cat

Panther, panther, born so free,
roaming through nights tapestry.
Essence of the darkness prowling,
drifting on a wind that’s howling.

Dare anybody to have known,
little cat that now has grown.
Once so cute, small and tender,
now dark spirit, strength and splendour…

From the section – NONSENSE POEMS

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See Ya

See ya later Mr. Waiter.
In a while, on the Nile.
See ya there teddy bear.
See ya soon Mr. Moon.
Bye bye butterfly.
Farewell Tinkerbell…

Time

Time like a memory whistles by,
faster than the blink of a painted eye.
It slows down to look like a deaf man’s ear,
it still sees all and all is clear…

Gone Where?

Where’s your mother gone?
To the sky, to the sky,
to sore way up high.

Where’s your father gone?
Underground, underground,
to find what’s not been found…

From the section – SCIENCE FICTION

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Landscape

‘Ere I did ponder,
a distance I did wonder,
through the hottest atmospheres,
upon the moons of Nor.

Twin red giants way up high,
burning through the purple sky,
melts the landscape once again.
Twisting shadows upon a silicon shore…

Take a Bow

You’ve done your work,
now take a bow Mr. Sun,
the day is done.
Wait backstage Mr. Moon,
the sun is finished,
soon diminished.
Stars upon the chorus line,
sing so brightly,
always sprightly…

Where the World May Wander

The cars they keep on going
and show no sign of slowing.
The wheels keep on turning,
for rest the world is yearning.

Earth is filling up at last,
when it’s full our time has past.
Every corner overflows,
time is short, the Earth it knows…

From the section – SMALL THOUGHTS

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Poet

I write because I can.
A poet because I am…

Don’t

Don’t work, shirk.
Don’t calibrate, celebrate.
Don’t tweak, sneak.
Don’t test, rest…

Space

If I had no birth, no mother’s mirth
would there be an empty space?…

From the section – SOME SERIOUS STUFF

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Reminiscent Smile

As he sat by the fire place,
a beaded smile has crossed his face.
His memory skipped to whence he came,
he was back with his farmyard flame.

They skip and dance to the fiddlers tune,
the warmth of embrace and her perfume.
The smell of the farm fresh in his nose,
staying together they did suppose…

Edict

An edict came down from on high,
from the vastness of the sky.
A weight to bear like a king’s crown,
to load our weary shoulders down.
A world upon each back does fit,
to drag us lower than we sit…

The World Is

The world is blue.
The world is red.
Have you listened
to what I said?

The world is white.
The world is grey.
What will happen
to this day?…

From the GLOSSARY

This is just a sample from this section.

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This glossary contains; uncommon words, made up words, common words with a new meaning and words that are here just to fill in some space.

Croft – a small piece of ploughable land in Scotland.
Dell – a deep hollow or small valley usually covered with trees.
Dirge – funeral song.
Disposition – personality.
Drivel – to act or speak foolishly.
Ebb – the lowering of the tide; a decline…

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The main purpose of this website was to advertise my poetry book, however it seems to have evolved into much more than just that. Have a look around and leave a message is you have any questions about any of the pages, if you just want to say hi that is cool.

There is a sample from my upcoming science fiction book under the “Rambles” heading, feel free to have a read and comment on it if you wish.

Here are two samples from Apostrophe to Zenith (my poetry book).

Butterfly

Butterfly scribbles across the sky,
float away, float away.
A spot of color way up high,
float away, float away.
Your beauty makes the day so new,
won’t you stay, won’t you stay?

One With The Desert

As he fell he noticed the smell
of the driest baron place.
A struggle to move didn’t improve
his disposition or his face.

He did a dry moan and then a slow groan
as he lay in the desert sun.
He had a strange grin just above his chin
as he baked when his day was done.

A quiet rest settled on his chest
but he hadn’t the heart to care.
He tasted dust, as he knew he must
and he hadn’t the breath to swear…

An annual event that takes place in Upper Hutt, New Zealand. 

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Take Me

Just take me in your arms

and I’ll be fine.

Take me from this place

and I will shine.

Just buy me or trade me,

I’ll love only you.

Mend my heart and my soul,

you’ll make me brand new.

Just lay me down gently

and I shall be free.

Cover me with your kisses,

then you can keep me.

 

How to Contact Me

I am living in Porirua, New Zealand

You can call or text me on 0273072455 if in New Zealand

or +64273072455 if in another country.

You can email me here: rogerpertronic@gmail.com or ajrimmerbsc@hotmail.com

Feel free to call or email me if you like.

You can also leave me a message at the bottom of one of the pages and if you don’t want the message published just say so as they are all held for moderation.

Beautiful

You’re beautiful, you’re lovely,

let’s walk hand in hand.

You’re beautiful, you’re lovely,

Upon the warm sand.

 

You’re wonderful, you’re sexy,

let’s kiss and entwine,

You’re wonderful, you’re sexy,

you’ll see how we shine.

 

A poem called Feelings

Lonely and hungry when I weary,

worn and ragged, night time dreary.

Tears drip down from tired eyes,

guess that should be no surprise.

 

Tried to stay here, tried to love,

seems there’s no one, just God above.

Drive a knife through soul and chest,

send me to famed eternal rest.

 

Try to rouse me, shake me so,

I will not wake, I’ve gone you know.

None to mourn the space I took,

not one would cast a second look.

 

Poem for a friend.

For A Special Friend

 

Somewhere close my special friend

knows that I love her ‘till the end.

When we hug and when we greet,

she always makes me feel complete.

 

She makes my worries drift away,

as we have fun during the day.

Such a warm and caring heart,

why must we often be apart?

 

I pray that we can meet up soon,

whether dusk or dawn or noon,

come scorching sun or freezing snow,

maybe near a fires golden glow.

 

Wish I could make a day for you,

one that’s clean and bright and new.

I’d make a night time full of stars,

Far from roads or lights or cars.

 

As flowers show their brightest hue

we would be there, just us two.

On a hill we’d take a rest.

Your weary head upon my chest.

For my friend Michelle

Changing Rimutaka to Remutaka

I can’t believe how stupid people are thinking for one moment that the residents who live in the area would be OK with this ridiculous idea. I understand that it was originally named Remutaka by a Maori Chief ( Haunuiananaia, who lived in  southern Taranaki) but today very few people know the full story and I’m guessing that most people don’t really care either. I don’t believe that this in any way rights the wrongs done in the past to the Maori people but would in fact turn people against them. Why not put up plaques telling the story and perhaps publishing it instead of wasting money and time by changing the name. I have no problem with the Maori people but just think that there is a better way of dealing with this issue.

I would like to include a letter to the editor that appeared in the Dominion Post 30 April 2014

Maori Spelling Debate Meaningless

Again we read the largely futile arguments about how a word in Maori should be spelled. The principal reason such arguments arise is because Maori was not a written language, with no indication as to how vowel sounds should be exactly depicted in print. English missionaries, William Colenso among them, recorded Maori as they heard it and given the variety of pronunciations of vowels among speakers of English and Maori, it is not surprising differences are apparent.

Besides, English vowel sounds as spoken today are likely to be different from what they were nearly 200 years ago.

There is no way to know for sure how a name such as Rimutaka should be ”correctly” spelled, because there is no ”correct” spelling; only what should be an accepted orthography based on the vowel sounds as transliterated into the Greco-Roman alphabet, aided also by what the name actually meant.

One could also ask why, after so many years with the name apparently being satisfactorily accepted as spelled, is it only now giving rise to anguish and confusion?

ALLEN HEATH

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Citarum River, Indonesia

This is a slide show that I made and am re-posting it here.

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Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370

My first thought after watching several news articles is one of disbelief. Why would you have a tracking system in a plane that can simply be switched off. Surely it shouldn’t be possible to switch it off or there should be a backup tracking system that comes on if the main one is accidentally switched off or damaged. It’s like having a car with a steering wheel that can fall off. Don’t they have a brain? My prayers go out to all the people and families of those who were lost from this tragic flight. What do you think?

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Red Dwarf 12 Days of Christmas.

To all the fans of the TV series “Red Dwarf” I hope you enjoy this.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Twelve racks of suits,
Eleven Hammond Organs,
Ten lagers with croutons,
Nine diesel decks,
Eight lifeless moons,
Seven cat naps,
Six specks of grit,
Five red hot curries,
Four gazpacho soups,
Three spare heads,
Two pleasure GELF’s,
and a life pod with an alien.

By Roger Vincent
Author of “Apostrophe to Zenith”

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A Poem in remembrance of those who lost their lives in the Pike River coal mining disaster on the 19th of November 2010. 

No matter where we lay the blame, the outcome will always be the same. A disaster, however it happened, is still a disaster and a needless waste of lives.

Pike Mining Disaster 2010

They worked in a mine, the Pike twenty nine,
on New Zealand’s rugged West Coast.
Those poor brave men, went down again,
and bragged who could drink the most.

You could hear noise, from those working boys
as they picked the seam of coal.
With laughter they sweat, till they’re soaking wet
and the day has taken it’s toll.

Number twenty nine, the 10th prime,
the digits not of our choosing.
on the 19th day of November they say,
fate wasn’t going to be losing.

A second blast, flags at half mast,
the news sent our spirits falling.
The rescue date, it came too late,
we pray that heaven was calling.

We sing a lament, twenty nine souls went.
from that horrible fiery pit.
Their faces we’ll miss, no goodbye kiss,
no passing wisdom or wit.

Twenty one plus eight, an empty plate
at each house this Christmas time
The churches fill, with mourners still,
the bells begin to chime.

No vigil there, no graveside prayer,
no bodies left to hold.
The whole world knows, the pain that grows,
our prayers have not gone cold.

By Roger Vincent

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Millennial Star Signs

Millennial Star Signs

Adhereius the Glue Jan 27 – Mar 3
If Jupiters moons were aligned on the day you were born then add 3 weeks 2 hours to your birth date to get your true star sign.
You are curiously drawn to sticky substances like a Mexican is drawn to chilli. A typical day for you consists of one or more of the following: sitting in freshly chewed chewing gum, leaning against wet paint in new clothing and getting your left hand stuck to your favourite appendage with crazy glue. You have an ability to use Ados for hours at a time without getting high.

Pieces the Jigsaw Feb 29 – Apr 3
If there was a collapsing star present in the sky on the day you were born then add 56 days 15 minutes to your birth date to get your true star sign.
Drug addicts, drunks, prostitutes, hit-men, crime bosses and politicians are likely to be your best friends since you can never keep your mind together long enough to expel more than one or two syllable words. You can very rarely make a coherent sentence. You are destined to become president of an Arab State.

Airhead the Fool Mar 28 – May 2
If there was a full moon on the day you were born then substitute your birthday into the following formula to get your true star sign: D(ås + DT2) / PY +27.7. If you can work this out them Pythagoras is proud of you, 150 bonus points, if not just add a week (that will be close enough).
Holding on to enough money to obtain useful possessions or edible food has never been your strong point. You always buy off blind street vendors and are surprisingly impressed by the way they can grab your money almost before you can extract it from your pocket and give you the correct change. You’re the only person who gets lost on the London underground system. You sometimes know you’re a fool.

Porous the Sponge Apr 26 – Jun 2
If a black hole was spotted on the day you were born then add 6 days 2 hours 53 minutes to your birth date to get your true star sign.
You love using up other peoples money and food and have never done an honest days work in your life. Your cloths smell worse than sewage even after being boiled in disinfectant. You only work hard when the boss is watching over you. You have a strange ability to sense when you are being watched.

Jamboree the Scout May 27 – Jul 3
If the Star-ship Enterprise was present in the sky on the day you were born then add 17 days 2 hours 34 minutes to your birth date to get your true star sign plus you also get 200 bonus points.
When you hear the words “clove hitch” you will be willing to follow anybody anywhere. You can tie knots in anything long and pliable. Most people will disown you totally but your grand children will love you and worthogs will find you strangely attractive during mating season.

Canned the convenience food. Jun 27 – Aug 3
If a white dwarf exploded on the day you were born then add 14 hours to your birth date to get your true star sign.
Your favourite activity is changing channels on the TV. Even Tim the one legged toy soldier does more exercise then you. You will not eat anything unless it has been in a can and requires minimal effort to prepare. You are a mindless moron who can’t even tie his shoe-laces or dress properly. When your family or flatmates go on holiday they put you in a dog hotel which you love. You have an ability to open cans in your sleep.

Rodeo the Cowboy Jul 28 – Sep 4
If a twin star system was visible in the sky on the day you were born then add 2 months 5 hours to your birth date to get your true star sign.
You love baked beans, bonfires, billies, bones and most of all big cows. Electronic equipment fascinates you even though you have as much chance of operating it as a blind baboon. The opposite sex fascinates you as well, you can’t operate them either. You will never meet your parents and will have children without even realising how it is possible.

Vobo the Russian Clown Aug 27 – Oct 2
If Mercury, Venus and the Crab Nebula were aligned on the day you were born then you will have a weird birth mark on your bottom lip. Subtract 31 days from your birth date then multiply by the square root of your great grandads birth date to get your true star sign.
Your special talents are juggling and acrobatics but you are as ugly as the devil himself and have to ware a mask on Halloween so that you don’t frighten any old folks to death. You will do well in a circus as long as you are kept as far away from civilisation as possible.

Zebra the Stripes Sep 28 – Nov 3
If no stars were visible on the day you were born then add 2 minutes 59 seconds to your birth date to get your true star sign.
Anti-vegetarianism is your speciality. You love torturing vegetarians by taking them to the freezing works and forcing them to watch the whole process. You have the ability to eat any kind of rotting maggot infested meat. You love Africa and especially striped animals. You would gladly lay your life down for one of these majestic creatures. You are a total smeghead.

Scoria the Rock Oct 27 – Dec 2
If a meteor larger than 1 inch in diameter hit the earth on the day you were born then add 7 minutes to your birth date to get your true star sign.
You are likely to be physically deformed in some way and may be able to earn a decent living off social welfare or scam a lot a money off people at railway stations. With careful plotting you can sell yourself to science. You have the gift of being able to talk to inanimate objects.

Sanctimonious the Monk Nov 28 – Jan 2
If Pluto and Saturn were present in the sky at the time of your birth then add 29 days 6 hours to your birth date to get your true star sign.
Enjoyment for you can only be found by dressing up as a Monk one day and a Nun the next. This gives you a sense of balance. You are a perverted scumbag and enjoy being in both Monks and Nuns dressing rooms. You are destined to become the Popes right-hand man.

Cappuccino the Coffee Dec 30 – Feb 4
If the milky-way was visible in the sky at the time of your birth then add 2 days 2 hours and 57 minutes to your birth date to get your true star sign.
You will grow up to be addicted to all types of drinks both hot and cold and will go to any length to obtain one when you are out of pocket. You are highly allergic to a drink known as tea ( especially Dilmah tea ) and start getting itchy when you smell it. You have the ability to drink piping hot coffee through your right nostril.

(This was written just for fun and not intended to be serious in any way)

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This is one of the lovely walks you can do in Upper Hutt and one I try and do regularly.

If you have seen this before it is because I am changing most of my pages into posts.

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Whisky and Spudly # 7

“What are those funny shaped things Spudly?” Whisky asked.

“They’re raspberries,” Spudly said.

“Ooo they look yummy,” Whisky replied.

“Let’s take a look in the garden and see what else is growing,” Spudly suggested.

“OK,” Whisky said.

“This looks interesting,” Whisky says spotting some blackberries.

“These are blackberries,” Spudly said.

“We need to be careful, this blackberry bush is prickly,” Whisky said looking worried.

Whisky and Spudly decided to be silly in the blackberry patch. Spudly tried to hide but Whisky found him.

“I don’t like prickles, lets look for something else,” Spudly said after a while. They both went to find something to climb.

First Whisky climbed on the tomato plant, then they both decided to climb the grape vine to get a better view.

Whisky climbed down first and went to find the cherry tomatoes they had spotted.

“They’re cute little tomatoes,” Whisky said.

“I bet they taste good,” Spudly said bumping one with his head.

Whisky climbs the feijoa  tree and finds one of the feijoas but it’s not ready to eat yet. Spudly climbs the lemon tree and finds lots of lemons but they are not ready either so they decide to have a look in the small orange tree. Can you help them find the orange that is starting to grow?

“Shhhh, he can’t see us,” Whisky says.

“I can’t even see you,” Spudly says trying to find his friend.

“What is this?” Whisky asks.

“It’s a bone,” Spudly replies.

“What does it do?” Whisky asks.

“Dogs eat them,” Spudly says.

“I can’t see a dog but it must be huge. Let’s go Spudly.

“Good idea Whisky. I don’t want to get eaten by a big dog.

It has occurred to me that women have a host of different types of evening’s that they can go to such as: Tupperware, linen parties, undercover ware, jewelry parties and a host of other stuff but us guys seem to have nothing that caters for us. How about tools, electronic gadgets and computers. Does anybody have some more ideas for guys stuff? Ladies, feel free to let me know what I have missed from your list and I will add them in.

Deadwood Safari 2014

Michael and I went to the Deadwood Safari in Whitemans Valley and loved it. Here are the photo’s we took.

My Science Fiction Book

I’m in the process of writing the last few chapters now so thought I would post this excerpt from the book (I have yet to decide on a title). I hope you enjoy this.

I’m scared,” she said, “I’m sure there’s something down there.”

We all feel the same way Sam. Let’s get out of here,” Bruce said looking at the group. James reluctantly let go of Sam and turned to the group. They all started walking towards the exit and into the empty transit area. James felt a warm hand hold onto his, he turned to Sam and smiled. She didn’t return his smile though, her and the other girls were petrified and held tight to the guys next to them. The place seemed eerie in the dim lighting and they all quickened their pace and headed down to the parking level. Once again they thought they could see movement in the distance but didn’t dare stop to check it out. Christopher, Gemini and Bruce got into a vehicle first and jumped with surprise when it asked for a destination. Sam giggled making Sally and Gemini giggle also. The Vehicle recognised Bruce as one of the government officials and thought it best not to question him. They said quick goodbyes and each of them looked once more into the shadows but saw nothing. Sally, Sam and the J-twins all got into a vehicle with James and Sam in the front.

Can I talk to it?” Sam asked excitedly.

Sure, good luck,” James replied relieved that he didn’t have to do so.

I won’t need any luck, you’ll see,” Sam said.

I won’t say another word,” James said reclining his seat back and relaxing.

Vehicle, we would like to go to the pool please,” Sam said.

I don’t recognise your voice, what is your name please?” the vehicle asked.

Sam Sillest,” Sam replied..

Oh yes, one of the new arrivals. Welcome to Trinnium 2. I hope you enjoy your stay,” the vehicle said.

Thank you, I will,” Sam said.

Which pool would you like to go to?” the vehicle asked.

The main pool please,” Sam said.

Which entrance would you like to go to?” the vehicle asked.

The main entrance,” Sam said.

There’s no such thing as the main entrance, please restate your answer,” the vehicle said.

Any entrance then,” Sam said.

There’s no such thing as the any entrance then, please restate your answer,” the vehicle said.

Does it matter which entrance we go to?” Sam asked.

There’s no such thing as the does it matter which entrance, please restate your answer,” the vehicle said.

You must be kidding. I don’t know which entrance I want to go to,” Sam said getting angry with the vehicle.

Then I suggest you look at a map and find out where you would like to go,” the vehicle said making Sam even angrier.

Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. The J-twins looked at each other but said nothing. Sally watched with interest as Sam brought up a map of Trintech and studied the pool and the various routes that could be taken through the maze of corridors.

OK vehicle could we please go to the Sunpool entry of the Main pool please,” Sam said thinking she had outsmarted the vehicle.

No, you can not go to that entry point from here,” the vehicle said.

Why on Cellest not?” Sam demanded.

That would require us to go outside the building,” the vehicle said.

So,” Sam said.

There’s a category 5 sand storm outside, the wind speed is now over 400km/ph. We would not survive for more than a few seconds out there. Your map is out of date. Do you require access to a weather report and a new map Sam?” the vehicle asked politely.

By the moons of Cellest, I’m going to reprogram this thing soon. James help!!” Sam pleaded. James just smiled and got out his note taker and sent Sam a new map.

Don’t worry, Jim and I often find the AI frustrating. The vehicles are learning though,”

“Jim and James, the J-twins. Where would you like to go sirs?” the vehicle said trying it’s best not to upset them. Sam just rolled her eyes and sat back with her arms folded across her chest.

First things first, roof please, no air conditioning,” James said.

Good idea sir, I have detected several species of desert spider on this level. They must have come in to shelter from the storm,” the vehicle said.

You’re right and none of them are very friendly. Main pool, emergency exit number two please,” James said.

Yes sir,” the vehicle said and headed off out of the parking level. Sam turned to see what Jim and Sally were doing and saw Sally resting against Jim, his arms were around her waist and she was holding onto Jim’s hands.

Well that’s just great, you two are cuddling up while I’m getting frustrated with this vehicles AI,” Sam said. Jim and Sally laughed, James put a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder.

I did try and warn you,” James said.

I know you did,” Sam said finally calming down. She pushed some buttons on the seat’s control panel and tried, without much luck, to get the seat to recline. All of a sudden the seat flew backwards to a horizontal position.

Ahh help,” Sam screamed as she fell backwards. Jim and Sally laughed again but James gently put the seat to mid position and moved it next to his.

Thank you James,” Sam said moving next to him, she rested her head on James’s chest and closed her eyes. James put his arms around her and moved her long red hair away from her face but she was already asleep. Sally sat up and looked over at Sam, all the stress had gone from her face. She reminded Sally of when they were children and had nothing to worry about except which game to play next. 

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Just Me

To Look At You

I’d love to look into your eyes,
and wipe away your tears.
I’d love to look into your heart,
and take away your fears.
I’d love to hold you when you smile,
and brush aside your hair.
I’d love to find in your happiness,
myself reflected there.

Just Smile

If you cry, smile because I’ll kiss you.
If you travel, smile because I’ll miss you.
If you’re hungry, smile because I’ll feed you.
If you’re lonely, smile because I need you.
If you’re lost, smile because I’ll find you.
If you’re nervous, smile because I’m behind you.
If you’re scared, smile because I’ll squeeze you.
If you’re bored, smile because I’ll please you.
If you’re sad, smile because I love you.
If you’re happy, smile because there’s none above you.

Roger’s Alliterations Page

Some Alliterations I made up just for fun.

An Amazon army ant accidentally activated an Andean avalanche.

Big Brazilian Bruce Banner bruised bunched bananas before breakfast.

Collin Carpenter’s carnivorous Canadian cows captured Carry’s corn-crunching crows.

Dan Doppler dangled dangerously down Devil’s Drop delivering distasteful drivel.

Eric Estle earned enough Euros eating Eddy’s eagle eggs.

Farmer Frank fished fluffy feathers from Fred’s fountain.

Gloria Gastro gulped grotty green grapes getting gangrenous growths.

Hermajet’s horrid henchmen hoisted heavy hacker Henry high.

Ingenious Ian introduced insidious insects into Iran.

Jumping jousters jostled Jacob’s Jaguar jokingly.

Kenny knees Kelly’s knitted kite.

Laughing Larry lunged ludicrously loudly letting Linda’s llama’s leap.

Murray madly munches mashed mandarins meanwhile Mandy makes melon marmalade.

Naughty nags neighed nearly nudging Nelly’s noodles.

Orangutans open oysters on Okavango’s orange outcrop.

Peter Pero’s prickled panther pants patiently.

Quoted Quebec’s Queen, “quickly quit quacking Quedrick.” (reading from a book called quick quotes)

Ragged rapscallions raced round Rio-de-janeiro really roughly.

Sally Sackford squirted sauce saturating six slippery snakes.

Ten Texas truckies tickled titanic tarantulas.

Trust Tammy Tompkins to throw ten tigers towards Timbuktu.

Unicorns usually understand unskilled university users.

Vincent Vangoff’s vintage van vroomed very vivaciously visiting Venice.

While Willy waited wasted wheat withered wickedly.

Xhosan Xavier x-rayed xenomaniac Xena.

(Xhosan – bantu speaking tribe from South Africa

xenomaniac – person with excessive attachment to foreign things.)

Yolina’s yucky yellow yak yanked yams yesterday.

Zephania zipped zanily zoo-ward.

 

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