All of the poems and stories below I have collected from firneds and family..some are my own, if you are interested in any of them and want to use one, please email me and i will get permission for you ..thanks and enjoy:)
My Heart is like a raindrop
My heart is like a wave
My heart is like a flower
---Maria Puutu---
Thanks for being my hero
---Kate Armstrong---
its amasing what things come to your head when your sitting on the loo hehehe!
Me n My potatoe
-by John (Coral Dolman)--
p.s Coral is a total weirdos:)
A poem i wrote about someone vewwy special to me:(
i used to say i loved you
---Kate Armstrong---
This poem (below) was written by Racheal odea, a good friend of mine, she had to do this stupid poetry study (infact we all had to) and part of it was to write a poem..so here goes...
--BY RACHEAL ODEA!!-Kawerau College's Blonde--
do not stand at my grave and weep
---Anon, taken from 'For weddings and a funeral' by John Marsden---
This next poem was written by maria, (and the one after that) an old friend from my last school, it was about the death of her father, well at least i think it is, who she lost a couple of years back now.
A million words wont bring you back
---Maria puutu---
---Maria puutu---
This is a story thingy type d00hacky by my twin Zoe (the wonderfully talented chicka) its about this guy who murdered all these peeps, jsut over the hill from her
The sand stretches out in front of us for miles,
This is a story written by a very special person to me about her life
A little girl danced in the lamplight..twirled and danced to music only she could hear. Her song ,born with her, its rhythms and tempos hers alone. The dusk stretched velvet fingers , silently , softly creeping over the slate rooftops and darkening brickwork. Overlaying the street with a lacy veil of softening sounds and muted glows. She danced alone as always., her friends long gone to their homes. But this was the best time, alone in the twilight, dancing to her song. Her song followed her day and night, made her what she was, her life was her song , best danced alone in the lamplight of a long summer evening.
The little girl grew as little girls do, and her song grew and twined into her heart and soul. As she grew she changed and so did her song. Ever swelling ,it's transient notes firming into definite melodies born of fire pain and joy. Others added to her song ,their signature notes , sometimes fleetingly felt, twined and combined with all that she was, with her song. Love and joy added bright notes ,lilting melodies. Pain and despair added the dark notes in counterpoint.
She joined her song with another's. A man of dark music, with heavy bass notes , loud and swirling , surrounding, subjecting her to his will. At first the two songs played well together, tho her song was heavily overlaid. Then a child was born, a boy of bright beauty, startling blue eyes and a beautiful song. Her own song rose in joy and understanding, flowed and poured in a never ending river, and the dark music only throbbed hard beneath. Joy, as the thought of another child filled her being, swelled her song to a clamouring, which died and quieted to a whimper as the lost childs music faded. Again this wild joy, and the quietening, and she strained to hear the fading notes of the little lost souls. The next brought fear and the music was lulled and quiet , panting and panicky. But joy and hope swelled again and with a bright birth cry a daughter was born and announced her being and her song.Time past and the woman still grew and changed and her music grew and flowed and danced with the music of the next boy child and the next. Their music, hers and the childrens, their bright songs combined, strengthened and clamoured for notice in the world. And she watched them dancing in the lamplight on the long summer evenings, to music only they could hear. All this time, the man of dark music, swirled and charged beneath their songs. Sometimes battering his way through and drowning their notes, pushing dark harsh sounds into the song , until the dark and light became one with the song and all went well ...for a while. But the children grew as children do and their songs grew with them. They changed and strenthened and the man of dark music , tho his notes were still heard and added, was by no means their controlling force. He faded and was left behind, she and the children moved on alone, their song a burgeoning symphony of sound.
.Another man came, a man with quiet music, strong and stable, deceptive in its softness. He surrounded their songs, he added his own and those of his children whose songs were quiet and subdued. Little girls songs , filled with pain and whimpering notes. They flowed together and the music was good , the little girls adding their soft songs that grew and began to fill with joy and light.
But the children still grew as children do , and one more came to swell the song. Another girl child who's song was strong and full of light, who grew and changed so fast that the man of soft music felt battered and torn and withdrew his song from the symphony. The woman was sad as the notes of pain and anguish wove themselves in to the music.But the song still grew and the music still swelled and the notes of pain became as one with the song. They moved on together with the man of soft music towed along on the fading echo of his song. Now the Grandchildren are here and they have added again to the song...their music and rhythms bring joy and hope. The woman watches as they play in the lamplight of long summer evenings...she listens to the song...and deep in her heart...a little girl dances....to the music in her soul.
These next two poems are written by my mother, who totally missed her calling, she should of been a writer!!!
Ancient Owl
Your feathers pressed
close to my heart
I feel the pulse of your life
where did you go?
Did you watch the Moa walk
In the night forest
Hear the Kiwi peeping
in the leaf litter
under the young Kauri
I stand under those Kauri
touching the bark
feeling their pulse
hearing your cry as you hunt
hearing the history of the land
Did the Patapaiarehe preen your plumage?
whisper secrets in your ears?
They tell me so
Their grinning faces peering through the leaves
Whisper secrets to me
The Urukehu flit beside my face
Alight on my hands
touching the bark
Tell me you have gone but still remain
Here in the land
So many have died
Hunted to extinction
Many struggle on to bring their song
Can you not help them
Will you help me Hakoke?
I feel your spirit with me
Touching me, holding
Your wings tips glide above my head
Above my soul
In my heart you remain
While I remember you
You have not died
Only moved on, you still remain as spirit helper
Teacher guide and mentor
Silent in the night forest.
Hakoke, your feathers pressed tight
Against my heart, my soul
Beat your wings, cry your hunting cry
I am here to welcome you
Under the trees
Can I touch you, my little lost one, feel your silken skin Can I see you, drink in that shining face, those tiny hands Can I hear you, no birth cry passed your lips, no breath soft on my cheek You left before I could hold you, they took you from my side Wrapped you in a dark blanket and whisked you from my sight I dont know where they took you and put you underground No flowers adorn your tiny grave, no words to mark your name But in my heart and in my dreams I hear your tiny cries I touch those tiny fingers and hold you in my arms I feel the touch of your first breath quiet in my ears I see you my little lost one, your soul is bright and clear You guard me, guide me, call me, whenever troubles near So rest now little lost one, little son, elder brother Your time will come again to be born into the sunlight If I am here to see you, I will hold you and I'll cry
and once again..another poem written by my mother :)
Over the hill as a milk white stallion
Thru the Pines with rustling light
Hooves pound and scatter the deep leaf litter
In the forest of the night
She Rides
Over the hill as the morning mist
Swirling tendrils caress the Pines
Soflty kissing each fragrant needle
In the forest of dawn light
She Rides
Over the hill as a roaring river
Tumbling, rushing, pounding my heart
Changing, altering the wooded landscape
In the forest of shielded might
She Rides
Over the hill as a tawny Falcon
Diving, tumbling between the trees
Feathered talons in the deep leaf litter
In the forest of prey in sight
She Rides
Over the hill as a summer breeze
whispering secrets to the pines
touching,speaking to each tiny leaf
In the forest of summer's height
She Rides
Over the hill as a winter storm
Raging,cleansing changing form
Wrenching tree limbs, scattering death
In the forest of winter's plight
She Rides
Over the hill at every moment
She comes as each and every one
Calmly, sweetly,raging, angry
In the forest within my sight
She Rides
Over the hill she sets my heart pounding
Boldly stands before my chest
I watch her in the world around me
In the forest of new insight
She Rides
