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Member since 26 May 2011
Member from Tuakau
Posts: 14
Empty House
An empty house is full of noise
The silent, secret kind
And if you're standing very still
before too long you'll find
The noises of the empty house
Will penetrate your mind
As it shares with you its secrets
this is all you need to do
just stand quite still and listen
as it shares what it's been through
and you will feel the house's soul
connect itself with you
An empty house may look forlorn
Weeds up the walls may grow
but laughter echoed all around
those walls once long ago
An empty house is full of noise
And it will tell you so
~ Wanda ~
Member since 26 May 2011
Member from Tuakau
Posts: 14
Tane Mahuta
Impressive beyond comprehension
Ancient giant of the forest, invincible..
Wise and wonderful living ancestor
Illustrious, primitive;
What do you know?
Leafy arms reaching, heaven your goal
On high, life on the wing visiting,
Below, bush life, snuffling, hiding
sheltering, sleeping;
What have you seen?
Once was a million, a family of strength
Now fallen, like brave warriors in battle;
To a weaker foe, with hidden agenda
Blind to your beauty, your mana, prestige
What was the point?
~ Wanda ~
Member since 26 May 2011
Member from Tuakau
Posts: 14
Would Appreciate
Do not be afraid to rate me said the poet to the site
I know I'm just a newbie but I promise I don't bite
I can handle almost anything you graciously decide
Whatever you may think, just say it's good or bad or tired
Your feedback I'd appreciate, critiques, comments and such
To help me grow just let me know and thank you very much.
~ Wanda ~
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Member since 26 May 2011
Member from Tuakau
Posts: 14
Charcoal mountains, silhouette against a pale sky
Air, damp and sweet, confirms approaching rain
Across the rooftops a hazy perception meets the eye
Looking down, devastation, chaos, pain!
A beautiful city ripped apart under Nature’s wrath
Usually, peaceful, a gentle giant asleep
But long have been the predictions of an aftermath
Together innocence and a beautiful city weep
Land of the Long White Cloud, of the Silver Fern
Children of Rangi and Papa, we kneel respectfully
in deference, watch Paradise crash and burn
Questioning, needing answers, so unprepared are we.
Long have been the prophecies,
Look after or you’ll lose
Been given priceless gifts for life
Yet casually we choose
Everything in life we give
Be sure we will get back
The other day when Christ missed Church
My country’s world turned black!
~ Wanda ~