Write Stuff …

Sir
Can I eat this pie? Finish this drink?
I’ve had a hair-cut Sir, what do you think?
“But I only went out for a drink!!”
Miss is Cool … But Sir, you’re stink –
What are we doing today
What
Did he say? “You lot be quiet”
Sir this mob, is about to riot
Sir this stuff’s hard, “Why don’t you try it?”
“And why don’t you go on a diet?!?”
As they meander on their way
Are
We doing something fun today?
“Hey put that iPod/Cell Phone/mp3 away –
We’ve got lots to get underway –
But only if you decide to stay …”
A forlorn hope I know
We
Should be starting on this work
[Though I know that they’ll just shirk]
A Soul who’s working, a minor quirk
Does a lot to jerk
Me from my reverie
S’posed
To be working, did I mention
That for you lot it’s my intention
To grant you all, an extension
Still no work? Then it’s detention
For you and all your Crew
To
Help you know it’s time to care
Your attitude gets you nowhere
To make you see right now that there
Are times indeed when it is fair
To keep you in until you
Do
The work that has been set
“You haven’t even started yet!”
“What will it take , for you to get
Your Credits?” Well I’ve met
Others with more effort than you’ve
Again
Showed since you’ve been here
But this is going to be the year!
Be of good heart! Be of good cheer!
I feel redemption will soon be here –
But not yet … There’s the bell –

So … What Were We S’posed To Be Doing …

OGO

She stands at the altar
Dress billowing in the wind
She feels the nerves inside her
And looks down at the single rose in her hand

A red rose
She waits there patiently, herself the minister
And the rose,
He will come …

She looks down again and watches the petals
They move gently in the breeze
Deep in thought
His face burnt into her mind
He will come

The rose begins to wilt
Petals slowly dropping
She’s waited
The last petal falls

He didn’t come –

Lily

I can’t write poems
But I’ll give it a go
I was at Kadience’s house when we decided
To go to the snow
It sounded like fun

So we packed up the ute and off we went
But not before we went to see
My uncle Brent

He loaded us up
With snowboarding gear
The only thing I said was ‘Cheers’
And then he offered me a beer
I said I didn’t have time, I had to be out of here

We got back in the ute
And off we went
We got to the house and had some tea
And went to bed early
Because in the morning we would be
Snowboarding

Kyle

Lovely red rose
Grows so sweetly
Its petals are tidy
And expand so neatly

The sight is so beautiful
As it sits there with life
Lovely red rose
Is just out of reach
Your leaves are scented sweetly
Like a peach

Stacey & Tina

There, just standing
So tall and big
A beautiful reddy rose

From a garden to
our classroom
Nearly to bloom
This beautiful reddy rose

The smell
The scent
Just making my nose
Tingle with that pretty smell
This beautiful reddy rose

As I take my last look
But the wind blew, it shook
Now I can’t see …
This beautiful reddy rose

Z

Red rose
Smells good
Red rose
Looks great
Red rose
In a cup of water
The symbol of love
Red rose
Soft and fluffy
Red rose
Red rose

Anita

My head’s in the clouds
I don’t know what I’m doing
I feel lost
and totally confused
The distance between you and I
is the distance my heart
Cannot bear –

Ray

I rang up John and said come for a ride
He said No, I’m too tired

I loaded up my bike on the ute
out the gate I went, giving a toot

I went and got John from the farm
And on the way we had a yarn

Once we got to the track
all the gear we had to unpack

I was learning to do a jump
I’m glad my shocks could take a bump

That’s the end of my day
I hope my poem wasn’t too gay

Nick

Out in the morning off we go
Standing, pedalling holding on, down
the road to the bus I go
on my BMX that had once shone

Out on the road, jumping drains
From one side to the bank
Missing footing, hitting hard
Wheels sank

Old and worn seen better days
Grey and blue-black handle bars
My BMX and I have done a thousand k’s
In and out of the fast-flowing cars

Sticking plasters black and blue
Falling, crashing, breaking bones
Losing skin is great fun too
Wheelies in and out of the cones

BMX takes special skills
Wear a helmet on your head
To stop from taking nasty spills
Don’t be silly, ‘cos I said

Zane Y

A pretty red rose
Could also be white
It’s beautiful, it’s pretty
Fluorescent and bright
It stands on it’s stem
Beneath the ground
Just a single red rose
Staring at the light

Te Aranui