Tuesday, July 17, 2018

A nod and a wink

There's this bloke
with a joke
that nobody knows

It's nothing but a nod
and a wink

Is it lewd, or is it crude?
Or a pact between besties in a pinch?
Is it friendly or sarcastic,
or downright bombastic?

It's nothing but a nod
and a wink

But everybody knows
just what that wink shows
if they take but a moment to think


Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Call to Arms: by A.J. Ponder from Prophecy (The Sylvalla Chronicals)

When reality is cut asunder
And made anew
When the world cries out for Heroes
And Death awakens
When Evil slithers through
The cracks of Truth
Then comes a moment,
A call

Then comes a simple illusion that breaks its bonds
And becomes.

I was editing today and came across this old poem. Ironically, it was written as a chapter heading for my to be released book "Prophecy" (Yes, the book is a little bit cheesy. I like a good dollop of humour in my fiction!)

But still, it seemed apt.

The call has been made, either we are for human rights - or we are not.
Our reality is about to cut one way or the other -- into divisive hate, or a step forward to something better.

This is a time for heroes.
Who will they be?
Who will stand up for the rights of babes torn from their mother's arms?
Who will stand up for the oppressed?
What illusion is going to ne freed? One of hate? Or one of love?

Have a great week, people,
I truly hope we can make this world better.

A.J. Ponder

Prophecy is the sequel to Quest (due to be published 2018)
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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

From a Railway Carriage by Robert Louis Stevenson from A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885)

Faster than fairies, faster than witches, 
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; 
And charging along like troops in a battle, 
All through the meadows the horses and cattle: 
All of the sights of the hill and the plain 
Fly as thick as driving rain; 
And ever again, in the wink of an eye, 
Painted stations whistle by. 

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, 
All by himself and gathering brambles; 
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; 
And there is the green for stringing the daisies! 
Here is a cart run away in the road 
Lumping along with man and load; 
And here is a mill and there is a river:
 Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

Robert Louis Stevenson

I'm sharing this poem with my young writers this week because it's awesome - it has a real sense of excitement - even around something as mundane as being on a train - I can't believe I haven't posted it already!

Have a great week, everyone! :)


Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Mightier than the Pen

The pen is no longer mighty
the world's moved on -

There's a new invention
more dangerous than a three-edged sword -
sharper than truth itself

It's the mirror to Medusa
Odin's and Narcissus' pool

So beware to the wise,
and to the beauteous fools

The quadruple-edged pixel
is the most dangerous of tools

A.J. Ponder

Have a great week everybody.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

The Mirror

A reminder that the truth burns
And what better person to light the fire
than this sharp mirror?

If you haven't seen it, and can handle a few holds barred roast format - this White House Roast by Michelle Wolf is a thing of fierce beauty.

Have a great week people

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Set-word poem in the style of AA Milne

As part of an interview on Lee Murray's blog - I wrote Gargantuan Season: a poem that only had one rule - include the words: mucus, daffodil, gargantuan... so 

It’s Gargantuan Season again,
They’ll invade the daffodils
And then, 

When you think you’re quite safe,
They’ll bite off your face
And leave not a trace -

I know it’s not great
To be left out as bait-
But at least there’s no mucus all over the place.

To see more of the strange questions Eli and I were asked - and the even stranger answers - why not go to Lee Murray's blog?

Have a great week people 
A.J. Ponder
My Books for children are available online and through Rona Gallery

Monday, April 9, 2018

Great news: Attack of the Giant Bugs has been released

New Book: Attack of the Giant Bugs

Yes, I know it's not poetry, but this is a fun book for eight to ten year olds, and Eli and I really enjoyed writing it. 
Just this evening we were laughing about one of the endings. Yes, you have to make a deliberately silly choice, and it's a very silly ending...so I thought I'd let you have a little sneak peak. (below)
Warning: some of the book contains real science, and there's a little glossary of the insects used in the story at the back for people who are interested.

Recommended for ages 8-12

You choose: Cat. Lepidoptera 

“Okay,” Frankie says. “Here goes.”
You can hear beeping from the other side of the rubble. The self-destruct starts talking. “Does not compute, twenty three minutes remaining, and counting.”
The others all exchange looks, but there’s not much time for anything else before a flash of sound and light hits your senses. When you pick yourself up off the floor, it’s hard to stand up.
And then you look down at your paws – PAWS!?!?! You squeak in horror. Somehow, you’ve been turned into a mouse.
Other mice are turning around and around in circles, squeaking in terror. Although a few are casually washing their whiskers as if nothing is wrong.
“Quick, this way,” a mouse says. You’re pretty sure it’s Frankie. She leads all the other mice through the rubble toward you and then makes a megaphone out of old posters and a bit of wire. It takes a bit of yelling through the megaphone, but the police do eventually come down to see what’s happening. Once they see the mouse yelling through the megaphone, they grin. A voice booms out very loudly. “We’d better send for Frankie’s mother.”
After weeks of living at Frankie’s house, drinking terrible potions and getting changed into rubber balls, strawberry plants and jellyfish, you’re all turned back into people.
Back at home, you receive a mousepad with a cat on it in the mail. On it are the words, I survived The Great Mouse Incident. Never Again. But in the end, it’s not so bad, because becoming a mouse made you discover your love of cheese. You move to France and become the best cheesemaker in the world, crafting all kinds of specialty cheeses. Royalty and celebrities are the only people who can afford your most expensive product, Crafty Cupcake’s Camembert. Each of these cheeses is worth a time machine. And that’s the best part, because there’s plenty more adventure to be had - by going back in time.
If you make different choices, you can blow up the entire museum, join the bad guys, or find your own mouse companion – a diabolical varmint who will plot revenge against you from under the kitchen cupboards.
Have a great week, 

Please ignore this blurb - it's mostly an experiment with key words - cheers!!!!!!!!! :)
One of the authors and editor of Sir Julius Award winning Lost in Te Papa and Twisty Christmas tales, A.J. Ponder is a Sir Julius Vogel award winning author in her own right with Frankie and the Netball Clone taking out best short story. Obviously A.J. has a certain fascination with genius inventors as two of her most famous characters, Lilliana Lionheart and Frankie have that in common. She has a love of science, and a BSc hons to back that up, not to mention being married to Te Papa's Phil Sirvid, the museum entomologist and white-tailed spider expert.
AJ's books include Miss Lionheart and the Laboratory of Death, The Frankie Files, Wizard's Guide to Wellington, numerous school journal stories and plays, horror short stories for adults, along with science fiction, and the odd secret spy, and super-villain. 
If you're interested, and have managed to read past the "please ignore" :) why not check out my profile on Amazon and see if there's anything I've written that you'd like?