I am an Economist and Public Policy Analyst by profession who has worked in over 25 countries during a 40-year career. In 1991, I settled in Wellington, New Zealand, having lived and worked in the Philippines for the previous seven years. Nowadays I am largely a house-husband and the principal carer for 2 small sons. As I am semi-retired from policy work, I write extensively in my spare time. more »
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- Moments in Waitarere - New Year 2015
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Keith Johnson Poems
Moments in Waitarere - New Year 2015
I was in the 4-Square at Waitarere Buying a Dom-Post and an icey-pole When I lost it and bought ‘Vs Moments'. It promised a Cinematic View
Ode to an Australian Magpie
My head aches and throbbing numbness pains My sense, as though of Bundy I had drunk As I drag my bike out from the drains One minute past where pavement-wards had sunk;
What the World Needs Now
What the world needs now is oxytocin It's the main thing that there's just too little of What the world needs now is bubby love
Angela Merkel's Poem for her Lost Russia...
What's life like now with your hostess? Simpler? A cash in for the rouble As the Silk Road sell-out progresses? Does the memory of me trouble?
By Hook or by Cook? The Saltwater Crocod...
The week before mid-winter’s day Young Nick’s judgement went astray - Spying aloft for cape and bay He snoozed too long and missed the way.
Gathered In - Beeston Castle 1956
Days of dust and hayseed set aside, For once a gradely jaunty family ride. Let's take a Sunday tootle in the car And leave awhile the drudging, aching farm,
It isn't over until the fat lady roosts Or the bear wakes Or the bat salivates or excretes.
NOT SEEN FOR DUST So trills the Budgie - in the curtains high
I had been reading about Nietzsche In ‘The Consolations of Philosophy' And woke early pondering His strange walrus moustache,
I love to cook two crispy snacks Of Aussie grub and Kiwi tucker, But the little crawlies both have knacks Of gumming up my cooker.
I used to keep a score and tick the list Of names of girls who'd graced my bed And on command they'd keep a tryst And parade their beauty round my head.
A Prehistoric Presence: Absent Abel N.
Sitting awhile in Civic Square I missed you there. I was watching the pigeons and the gulls
Penguin Love Knot Sealed - Monty, Mabel ...
The wind was keening on the ice, Billowing with all his might: He did his very best to make The snow drifts fluffed and light-
The Tui chortles mid the trees With cheerily yodelled ease - A ruffian with a vicar's collar He fluffs it up, and then lets holler:
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Moments in Waitarere - New Year 2015
I was in the 4-Square at Waitarere
Buying a Dom-Post and an icey-pole
When I lost it and bought ‘Vs Moments'.
It promised a Cinematic View
On Fashion and Culture
With specials on Uma Thurman and Kirsten Dunst.
Kirsten tries to looks louche
But looks spoilt and blasé
Among the marble in the photo-shoot.
Apparently she gave her cats cat-nip
And they went ape-shit.
Outside on the bench, I sort of
Half suck, half buck teeth razor
My orange-lemon paddle-pop
And glance between Kirsten's
Santa Monica Mansion
And the assembled beach raff