Happy I was in those arms, holding oh, so tight
Happy as I’d wondered if I never, ever might.
Happy is fulfilling, in good order, many dreams,
Happy may need sacrifice, be harder than it seems.

Happy is a promenade above a perfect beach
Happy knowing you deserve, a heaven within reach
Happy is to stretch beyond, to brave fire or snow,
Happy could be holding on, for others, letting go.

Happy is a vision, all in crystal, winds of change
Happy, then you figure, things will never be the same.
Happy is, in knowing that you searched long and hard,
Happy when you find the one who sees your inner heart.

Happy is a bed at night, a blanket and a sheet,
Happy is a home where open souls can see and meet
Happy is a song that sings, in easy harmony
Happy is a simple thing, it brings me to my knees.

Happy is a hilltop with a climbing, shady walk,
Happy is an endless grin, a stimulating talk,
Happy is a mountain of contentment in your eyes,
Happy could be anywhere, if only you and I.

Happy is devoted, to your absolute truth, no
matter all the doubters, barely need for any proof.
Happy is a kind of faith, believing what you know,
Happy often follows where a giving river flows.

Happy is a golf course on a pretty, summer’s day,
Happy is in persevering, till the end you stayed.
Happy is full energy, on hardly any food,
Happy best, be careful now, as happy may be rude.

Happy makes me realise, there must be god above,
Happy makes it easy to concede to total love.
Happy spans across the oceans, over hail or sleet,
Happy is a dreamer, who suddenly feels complete.

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Eight o'clock, late o'clock, story time, sleep
Eight o'clock, late o'clock in trouble, deep.

Trying out Mama, then dragging out Dad
Tryin' to be clever, don't mean to be bad.

Nine o'clock lights out, books all away
Night time, dreaming 'til another day…

Doodle-oot, doo, doo, doodle oot, doo,
doodle-oot, doo, doo, doodle oot, doo…!

Eight o'clock, wake up, breakfast time
Walk to school 'cause I don't have a bike.

Gotta’ get numbers though I want to learn words
Chatting to the sisters or chasing them dudes

Nine o'clock, line up, school bell is on
Ten o'clock, snacking to a skipping song

Doodle oot, doo doo…

Eleven o'clock and teacher knows best
Twelve o'clock, noon time, lunch or rest

One o'clock, back in, learnin' again,
Two o'clock, playing with paints and pens

Three o'clock, free o'clock, homeward bound
Four o'clock, more o'clock, hear that sound

Doodle oot, doo doo…

Five o'clock, six o'clock, coming seven,
Mama's hot dinner, taste's just like heaven

Eight o'clock, late o'clock, story time, sleep,
Eight o'clock, late o'clock in trouble deep.

Nine o'clock lights out, books all away,
Night time, dreaming 'til another day…

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How do waves throw,
spiral ovals, just
within our reach?

Over tide lines,
one caught my eye,
beside a stony ledge.

From the middle,
grew a little, curve
toward the edge.

Under all round, though
smooth on top, unique,
and yet refined.

As if my life, was
aging and the Gods
had sent a sign.

If you're looking
and you still have
true heartfelt, inner dreams.

There may appear
things of beauty, as
you've never, ever seen.

Sea snail caps,
operculum, my
seal and to protect.

Ever many, special
treasures, only
lucky, people get.

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See what you get, when you hug some one
Probably hugged right back,
Too many and then, you can’t help but grin
Better a pat on the back!

See what you get, when you give support,
Listen, encourage and help,
Winners, achievers or confident dreamers
Who care for more than themselves!

See what you get, when you smile a lot,
Everyone wants to know why
Seems like you’re hearty, having a party,
Contagious, spreading like fire!

See what you get, when you love someone,
Everyone thinks you’re insane
Doing good deeds, dropping your seeds,
Just making more of the same!

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I wonder if you’re lonely
As you stare away in space
Above me, not beyond me,
On our own, alone, the same

I wonder if you’re lonely,
I wonder if you’re brave
To open or expose a heart
Again, to knows it’s safe

I wonder if you’re lonely
Would you ever give a try
To one who’ll love you only
Safe as stars, up in the sky.

I wonder if you’re lonely
When the rain is coming down
Or if the wind is blowing
We’d laugh away your frown

I’ll be your fun companion
You can always call a friend
To laugh away or share good
times, forever till the end.

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My girl she draws her dresses fine
My boy his lego shapes
Who’s seen so many good ideas
From one pair in a day

Whenever there is idle time
Or boredom is a threat
To know if they invent the play
No more fun, could you get

Wherever there is paper
Or a little pile of wood
Imagine if a helicopter
Landed on the roof

Out jumped a fairy princess
As the pilot flew away
She reads her rules and blows a kiss
Come back another day

We might design a rocket
Or we may create a plan
To never run out, ever
And to know how life is grand

You never get the thrill
Of find a new way or a first
When sitting on your bottom
Best get up before it bursts

Without a bit of effort
And the freedom to invent
You only get what you put in
For learning’s heaven sent.

© Wordsnnoise 2006

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[Sky TV Sport commentator Derek Rae wrote that the (zodiac) stars were
against Liverpool in the ‘05 European Champions League Soccer final...]

To Derek Rae the stars said no
but the mighty kop would not let go
their singing woke the gods, who said
miracles, this month, must wear red

Send a spirited, church-full city
twenty years of faithful dignity
familiar with grief and despair
all patient hearts to be repaired

Create a new, heroic story
beyond retold, forgotten glories, so
the world will know just what it means
to never, ever give up on your dreams !
Brendon Smith (2 Jun 2005)

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Happy soul, ready laugh,

I know you’ll grin and bear it,

‘cause you’ve got a heart

I can tell you’re a listener

With an acre of time

For a sister or blister,

Warm hug, gentle wine

I can tell you’re a winner,

Solid centre of gold,

For no fat, sum or ransom,

Will your heart be sold

I can tell, you’re a mother

Wonder cook, loyal wife

With a look and a figure,

To last, all your life

I can tell, you’re a lover

I want you as my friend

To be only, yours truly

Forever, till the end.

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If heaven is now, hey what do we do
With all of the stories
If heaven is now, the stars are all ours
our dreams and our glory

Grab each of your goals
and line them all up,
Release your passion
Living on love

Let go of old ways, yeah
Throw them all out
Hold tight and look forward,
‘Cause heaven is now!

If heaven is now, then what of the past
And who for the future?
If heaven is now, real love it will last
Some-one to be true to

If heaven is now, no worry is worth
The time that is wasted,
If heaven is now, just lessons to learn
Of more heavenly ways

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Surviving through a winter, with little room to move, for
A smile to turn a shiver, over to a happy groove

(Chorus)
When all I see, inside your eyes, are
fragments of peace, just hold me tight
I'll be here as, the wind it blows
between the trees, our love will grow

And if our peace, is given room
and fragments into flowers bloom
with love or fun or fancy wine
As warm as sun will ever shine

Beside a rocky mountain, on soft or grassy mounds
near water falling fountains, our love it has no bounds

Above a city sleeping, below the town awakes, as
all around us struggle, only in good arms we're safe

(Chorus)

So if you're ever lonely, or feel your heart will burst
Go find your one and only, into their arms, do turn

Hold on to love or harmony, wherever it may be, and
link them all together, those fragments of peace

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When I saw you,
The stars said true
My all-time would appear

That very day,
right in my way
and you were driving there

Your grin and groove,
my heart it moved
An angel from the sky

By days you stayed
My distance safe
We talked, you parked, goodbye

(chorus)

In motion slow,
Our dream did grow
Untangled of my web

Forever to be,
My true beauty
Just as my dream had said

Your smile it grew
With hope, I knew
Your heart deserved the best

For all the world
Of imaginary girls
No match for all the rest

(Chorus)

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For now to turn our back and
say, there is no wrong or right,
As well do for yourself, demand
it all, explore the might

If now could hang a second,
say, if when could wait a day,
for neighbours, mates or others,
strive for love, not slave for gain

As if for only greed or gold we grow,
Is this the way God wanted us to go?

In rosy light we dream of,
how it was here, far away,
For sanctity or honour
Early graves most surely paid.

To search among us now and see
Our streets still hide in shame
The undertaker cries, and yet
Police have none to blame

An asset or a ticket, never
Free to laugh or play, no
Wonder with degrees as these
our children seldom stay

So where’s the beacon, leader, light to show
Is this the way God wanted us to go?

In nature we believed, an ever friend
‘till almost, now we see our nether end
How much, may such a few consume, how long
‘till mountains tumble into oceans strong?

We burn or bury ever growing wastes,
While food has barely nutrients or taste
As weeping rivers trickle under trees,
And mother nature lurches to her knees.

Shall we go on as if, to futures blind
Beyond our power to undo or be kind?
If money wasn’t oil around esteem
there'd be enough for all of us to feast.

So tell me how are we to ever know,
Is this the way God wanted us to go?

By wordsnnoise on 07/29/2006

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Integrity or honour, good
Address, old money, flair,
all symptoms, obvious,
we sought, of quality, so rare

Now symptoms of success
are magazine fed,
in picture perfect ads
or roles, we see,

Our dreams of hippy love
or life fulfilment,
Are lost to latest fads
on lame TV

New symptoms of success
Hang on appearance
Sharp suits or makeup,
Shiny limos, flash

To have a look is surely
all we dream of,
No matter why, nor
how we raise the cash

When symptoms of success
Disguise our issues, to
hide, or maybe
heal over time

The risk is whether
linger leads to fester,
confusion, tender
memories or mines

For younger hearts are
flooded with opinions
It's dog eat all, or first
around the post

While earnest work
or sacrifice and trusting
Are hidden, all we see
are bling and most.

The symptoms have been separated
Mingled in the crowd,
Amphetamines or mega
shoppers, twenty four hours

Frugality or faithfulness,
A friend in time of need
For love or truth, o'er many moons
Forsaking self or greed

Some symptoms of success
are disappointing,
one moment, turn
or bought before the rest

True happiness, contentment
honest lessons, are
more likely useful
where we're going next

Hot symptoms of success
Can be inviting,
For pleasure, quick,
No vision, long or clear

Like old or empty boxes,
once exciting,
no memories or
hugs, no humble dear

If symptoms of success
are well appointed,
With planning, effort,
love or hours long

Then heart of gold
Replaces hollow wishes,
Let emptiness be
Filled with passion strong

The symptoms of success
are only lonely,
if they are, all we
yearn for, see or strive

In harmony, respect
with open souls, free
Together, we need
ever growing lives.

© Wordsnnoise 2006-08-07

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Independent, always
open, unrepentant,
easy, daring,
off the shelf.

If we search a
Word or verse,
can we do copy,
Word of me

If free to use
Or lend, as sure
Could we do more
Or work as cheap?

If information
Has no cost
or legal limit
send it through

For common good
or fine for all
how do we tell
PR from true?

Is it a saturation
Onslaught, glut or
Wilderness,
still wild,

If accurate or
Real event is
Non exclusive
On the wire?

Will only brands
or placement
rule or will
Reality bite?

Some may defend
a right to say but
is available online
the same as right?

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I Am The Son Of A Father

I am the son of a Father,
A patient man, of sorts
Who watched or waited gamely,
Drove all over town for our sports

I am the son of a giver,
Forsaking his Huntly roots, for
board at the Dempsey’s in Frankton
Bringing sacks full of coal in his boot

I am the son of an honest bloke,
Familiar with toil and sweat
He knew that with a well worked plan
A safe heart, he surely would get

I am the son of a bowler,
Indoor at St Annes or South school,
With a style of his own, a steady eye,
And the Norfolk Island triples

I am the son of a grumbler,
With murder just under his breath,
Though seldom aimed at a person,
For the lawnmower, certain death!

I am the son of a diligent man,
With methods or models and time
It may require weeks or a season,
But in the end, he’ll get it right.

I am the son of a husband,
Balancing work with a family,
Cooking the occasional dinner
And sharing the remote for the telly.

I am the son of a Grandad,
With a merry wee army of kids,
They never know what to expect of him,
Leaving wide open eyes or big grins

I am the son of a joker
Rhyming old, debatable lyrics
Having heard it, I wished for my whole life,
To be old, but a little bit silly.

I am the son of many things,
Some of which make mothers mad,
But I am a lucky son, most of all,
Because I am the son of my Dad!

Happy Father’s Day, Dad,
Love always, Brendon

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He has to be immaculate,
To take me to a ball,
He’d hold my hand and spin
me round, and catch me if I fall.

He isn’t ever angry
And he’s hardly ever sad,
He makes me feel I’m safe and
How to do what makes me glad

He listens, gives me hugs and
Always opens every door
He wakes and makes us breakfast
Letting me rest a little more

He knows my every moment
And he loves me all the same
He likes to know I’m comfy
Even when we watch his game

We always go together
Lunch and dinner, even shop
He helps me with the food
Or if a look is me or not

And if we’re lucky one day
When our children up and go
He’ll smile and say he waited
Because he’s always wanted me soooo…

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Send me lots of letters
write me poems by the score
but when you say this is the end
I wish there might be more

I like it when you tease me
only, when the time is right
so if your feeling isn't real
don't keep me up all night

Should we be even closer
you could tease me every day
when I can see or reach you
maybe two of us can play

We'll tease away the morning,
lie all afternoon in bed
then if our love is genuine
we'll tease the moonlight red.

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I wana be warm and caring
the whole of what I seem

I wana be tough and giving
I wana be gentle and strong

I wana be brave and daring
Protective, loving and long

Wana be to bits and back
Wana be always at home

To the top
of the highest mountain,
I wana be yours alone

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He'd build a fire by an old red barn,
a log table to serve and share things,
where greetings could turn into yarns,
near a tree with a hut and two swings.

Happy children would gaggle by ages,
playing free and exploring new fun,
busy Mums making soul food or salads
tall trees giving shade from the sun

All would gather to swim in the river,
careful diving and slippery as eels,
Dads in kayaks for kids not to shiver,
native birds not alone with their squeals.

Skylines high, rocky pinnacles watching,
shiny leaves drifting into deep greens,
while the slow moving, fresh, clean water
gave all time to reflect on old dreams.

By night adults partied,
local music to dance to
swaying loud by hot flames,
full, slow moon to romance to

Mingling new and old friends
meant the party would last,
and the sum of the fun
would exceed all the parts

Doves would swoop in the sky,
helping focus on why
all were there, joined in
peace, one great loving release

As the young and the old mix and play,
in the wondrous Kauaeranga Valley
they would all wish forever to stay,
at their 2004 New Year's eve!

[Collaborative effort - BS, JM & RB]

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To grow I need to trust me,
I’ll never know love in fear
My honest inner feelings need
me safe or bold and clear

To hide denies accepting,
we need to feel our ground
If past returns to haunt us,
real lessons must be found

In secret, names they label me,
some glad I can't recall
so many things I cannot do,
am no damn good at all

Some secrets are of no real base,
from rumour, ill, respite.
False accusations must be faced
for peace or calm at night

Such secrets need to be revealed,
their curse, they cannot hide
Most secrets will, in time, emerge
As secrets never die.

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Free yourself from undue influence,
for dependants, beware their future,
always consider your parents.

Strip away most else, when you are ready,
ask yourself the exact question.

Based on your dreams or values,
weigh and compare all options.

Be patient, check fine details,
accept sacrifice as needed,
demand the honest truth.

The big answer may need help,
innovation, or time alone.
It may also correspond with your fate.

If you are at peace with crystal clarity,
you will know it, when the big answer hits you.

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Save us from our greenhouse gases,
made of men or part methane.
As we burn rubber, light the way

Let us write our stars as those who
once discovered, plundered almost
all the petrol, in too few centuries

And if no more it can be sold, try
not to reinvent fools gold, as water
battles rattle super-states worldwide.

Forgive our growth and inefficiency,
protect us from ourselves, and wish
we’d known you as a sister, Mother,
rather than a lonely, long lost friend.

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Eight o'clock, wake up, breakfast time
Walk to school 'cause I don't have a bike
Gotta’ get numbers and want to learn words
Talking to the brothers or chasing them birds
Nine o'clock, line up, school bell's on
Ten o'clock snacking to a skipping song

Eleven o'clock and teacher knows best
Twelve o'clock, noon time, lunch or rest
One o'clock, back in, learnin' again,
Two o'clock, playing with paints and pens
Three o'clock, free o'clock, homeward bound
Four o'clock, more o'clock, hear that sound

Five o'clock, six o'clock, coming seven
Mama's hot dinner, taste's just like heaven

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Time to listen or lend a hand as needed,
Every day, you can see it in our eyes.

Do you know, what it's like to be a Kiwi?
Work away, then we party by the moon,

We can ski, Ruapehu in the morning,
Fish or swim the Coromandel afternoon

Do you know, how we grow up in New Zealand?
Our free land, where no doors are ever closed,

All aboard, it's a fun explorer journey,
Free to be, fruit or vegemite and go

Do you know, we're the centre of Pacific,
Feel the beat, hear our music loud and proud

We're a haka, the gumboots and the sheilahs
Everywhere, needs a Kiwi in the crowd.

Do you know, what it takes to be a Kiwi?
Are you brown, pink or wet
behind the ears?
If you're willing to chip in,
The only measure is a grin,
Then we can all be Kiwis
every loving year!

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As if alive, another space, a
flash of nature, fresh, sublime

As sweet seduction lights a fire,
A warm desire, I need to know

No more distractions, silky sheets,
roll endless waves, leading me so

Only I see, her inner soul or
Short of breathing, shaky smile

Slowly I fall, off edges, still
we climb up higher, oh for time

Over, arise or through the night,
our silver moon, as spoons we seal

I look again, to save a scene
Or hear her say, this may be real

But then a leg, elbow or arm
an ear or look, I see anew

My pretty winner, crazy sinner
ever angel, all of you.

XXX…!

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Don’t be afraid of your feelings, miss,
A good lady will lead a good herd,
Learn how to temper,
Remember to mentor, and
What re-occurs should be learned

Don’t be afraid of your feelings, children,
Speak them, if truthful or wise
You have your own answers
Weigh up real chances, and
don’t confuse need with desire.

Don’t be afraid of your feelings, soldier
Controlling them will make you strong
More complete, see your fate,
Or, if cruelty you face, stop,
As that, is what feelings are for!

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Is a name the same
as true meaning?
Does a cover
convey real feeling?

Supposing can be
like a guess-timation,
almost the same as
some generalisations.

Can we distinguish
fact from fiction?
Do messages hide
in delicate diction?

Always busy, using mainly
unspecific terms
may equal too few facts
for so many words.

Should sacred print
be taken for granted?
Does black and white
prove all it's answers?

With wisdom, wit
perspective, depth
true understanding
balance, breadth,

To know is never
of one place
a yearn to learn
our saving grace

Whereas to know if
based on hunch,
may be, not
necessarily, much.

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