It ain’t right that I cannot
voice my thoughts,
But I’m afraid, you’ll say,
I shouldn’t think that way.
A Penny For Them
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Author: tewahi
What the heck is it?
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Put pen to paper,
Emotions will rise
Like tingly bits of magic
That have been in disguise
Rainbow
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I am a shaft rainbow falling to the sea.
Even though I’m not complete, I’m allowed to be.
The Survey
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Filled in a survey the other day
Did you? What about?
Asked me how the world would look if the right decisions were made
Aah. Whad-ya say?
Eight Long Weeks
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Why the Tears?
Was it the disrupted sleep
Hormones gone haywire again
Or simply the strain of lockdown
And the relief of it ending
After eight long weeks
Tui Talk
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Have you noticedThe humans have slowed down?They’ve stopped haring around in those monstrous machinesAnd their factories aren’t pouring out that ob-noxious smokeSullying our air Have you noticedThat we can hear ourselves sing again?That it’s easier to breatheAnd the water in our water dish is always full and clearIt’s like they…
A Treaty of Tui
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Seven tui at the water dish yesterdaySeven! All at once!Not one or two but a whole whanauAn entire community of tuiResplendent in their iridescent coats and white neck ties What should that be called?They deserve a special titleAn assembly of tui?A temptation of tui?A treaty? A troop? A tribe? They…
SometimesWhen I’m relaxedThe words flowMellifluous and bubblingTo meander happilyOut into the world Other timesThey hideAnd have to be wrenched outOf dark cornersStiff and awkward, stuck togetherOn a harsh page, not wanting to be there at all In betweenThere are the bland momentsThey can flow – or notBut dullOnly hanging around…
Man and Wife
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I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
Whose iridescent branches hide us here,
And listen to the shrieks of surfers, free,
Unfettered by the burdens that we bear.
This gift of time allows my thoughts to ease.
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They are like bubbles that emerge from the bottom of a pond I gently scoop up the fragments of my poem A poem by Harumi Minagawa from Auckland University. her first translation of her poems into English happened on Sunday at the Writing Weekend.May 2020