"maori" poems
I saw the Maori Jesus
Walking on Wellington Harbour.
He wore blue dungarees,
His beard and hair were long.
His breath smelled of mussels and paraoa.
When he smiled it looked like the dawn.
When he broke wind the little fishes trembled.
When he frowned the ground shook.
When he laughed everybody got drunk.
The Maori Jesus came on shore
And picked out his twelve disciples.
One cleaned toilets in the railway station;
His hands were scrubbed red to get the **** out of the pores.
One was a call-girl who turned it up for nothing.
One was a housewife who had forgotten the Pill
And stuck her TV set in the ******* can.
One was a little office clerk
Who'd tried to set fire to the Government Buldings.
Yes, and there were several others;
One was a sad old quean;
One was an alcoholic priest
Going slowly mad in a respectable parish.
The Maori Jesus said, 'Man,
From now on the sun will shine.'
He did no miracles;
He played the guitar sitting on the ground.
The first day he was arrested
For having no lawful means of support.
The second day he was beaten up by the cops
For telling a dee his house was not in order.
The third day he was charged with being a Maori
And given a month in Mt Crawford.
The fourth day he was sent to Porirua
For telling a ***** the sun would stop rising.
The fifth day lasted seven years
While he worked in the Asylum laundry
Never out of the steam.
The sixth day he told the head doctor,
'I am the Light in the Void;
I am who I am.'
The seventh day he was lobotomised;
The brain of God was cut in half.
On the eighth day the sun did not rise.
It did not rise the day after.
God was neither alive nor dead.
The darkness of the Void,
Mountainous, mile-deep, civilised darkness
Sat on the earth from then till now.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
I tried
to throw it out
along with the bubbles,
the yellow duck,
and the knickers the dog crudely
chewed
pushed it amongst silled plants,
now it stands,
between Thick Cut Marmalade
and Chlorine Free Baking Cups
a token, painted green with white
Maori dots, symbolizing
the small dreamings
of a tortoise
and since this house
is my body, see
how I have placed you
in the kitchen
and I cannot get beyond,
the simple meaning,
of daily needing
love like water, air
and how I don't seek
to see it fully
yet often find myself
checking if its there.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 12:14 PM UTC
I once saw a Maori woman standing in the rain,
She watched me as i walked by
And smiled a little in her silence.
She has stayed with me since that day,
Follows me still
Smiling and silent
Moko carved on her chin
And greenstone hanging round her neck
Perfectly smooth
as i imagine her skin once was.
She wears a cloak on her back,
Decorated with the feathers
of slow and flightless birds,
It has no hood to protect from weather
The rain freckles her face.
She is worried,
Constantly worried,
Yet she never spoke a word,
Until one day at the beach
I lifted a shell to my ear
And from within her voice spoke to me
Saying
You do not own nature,
the Earth owns you.
She smiled and walked away.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
New Zealand culture,
a fragility,
tainted by violence.
Colonisation.
Writers have examined,
the loss of Maori land.
Less common however,
is writing concerned with
the benefits,
accruing to white people
as a result of the acquisition
of this land.
Colonisation has provided,
Economic and social advantages,
to white people,
in contemporary New Zealand.
A hierarchy,
white Western culture,
sitting uncontested,
at its pinnacle.
The cultural capital that whiteness provides.
Unearned advantages at our disposal.
Live our lives with greater ease:
Homeownership.
Health.
Education.
The ‘Justice’ System.
Institutional privilege.
A political separation.
The white New Zealand system,
designed for whites.
To get through school,
have good health,
get jobs,
get a little justice.
If the system was designed,
for Maori people
it would not be the way it is now.
Overrepresentation of Maori,
in every
negative
New Zealand
social statistic.
The persistence of white power.
Society provides greater opportunities,
to white people,
by disadvantaging those who are not.
Unacknowledged,
debilitating, racism.
Being oblivious,
sustains a belief,
in white superiority.
While factors:
socioeconomic status, gender,
sexuality, disability,
may impact the degree to which,
individual white people,
can access privilege.
On some level,
every white person,
in New Zealand
benefits from their skin.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
I grew up in South Auckland, Takanini
the only Pakeha in the caravan park,
I learnt how to be tall, smart and skinny
how to raise the end of my sentences in an arc.
At school, we were told words held power;
but for teachers words were flowers,
and my friend Cruz had two brothers
Harley and Davidson - they belonged to Black Power,
their fists tattooed with something like “Smother”.
But there was never violence on our street, gang was family;
I usually never felt more at home around Bourbon,
loud Reggae, bags of **** and men so manly
they’d cry over love, and I wouldn’t get a word in.
Though my Father votes National and thinks Michael Laws is right
so moves us to Dunedin where it’s ninety percent white.
I stopped reading Lenin and picked up Rousseau
became a vegetarian, thought it was so cool you know,
even wrote a blog that discussed rise from below.
But I’ll never know below again
until I’m drunk in an old shed at 3am on a school night
singing along to Bob Marley in Maori,
sunk deep into the mattress propped against the Harley,
the one you and I would cruise on until dawn together
as police took to the streets in riot gear -
we’d get lost in the country and learn to smother
our thoughts in starlight then stagger over,
listen in to the darkness,
and just slowly breathe
the crisp, cool air of the kiwi tundra.
They say New Zealand has two flags,
but in the country, when you’re blazed
on the benefit, ****** on the disdain
for positive discrimination, you can pick out
all the small bright koru unfurling in the stars.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC
Enter the dragon with death and disruption
Pride and tradition cataclysmically thrown,
Magnificent structures reduced to rubble
Distraught people bereft of their homes.
Chasms of heartache with bodies of babies
Strewn with the bricks in vast disarray,
Dust in the air and the howl of the sirens
Shouting police on a horror filled day.
Christchurch is bleeding, her confidence shattered
Our keynote cathedral is lying in shards,
Vacant eyed people are clinging to strangers
Jagged black holes in suburban back yards.
Christchurch is bleeding, our torn, gracious City
The nation arises in hurt and alarm,
To face the challenge with strength and resources,
To nurture our sister with healing and balm.
Sympathy shown by the myriad faces
Racing to help from all parts of the globe,
Expertise offered with money and labour
Students with shovels and priests of the robe.
Sadness and torment for kin of the missing
Frustrated rescuers work till relieved,
Moments of triumph with lost resurrected,
Agony felt when the dead are retrieved.
Led by the strength of the Mayor of the City
Courageous citizens help where they can,
Moments of bravery, moments of agony
Inspirational feats of elan.
Poignancy shown by the sad Maori Warden
Guiding the aged through the strewn broken glass,
Aiding the ambulance crews in their labour
Proud to be Kiwi as folk show their class.
Christchurch WILL arise from the death and destruction
Once again people will overcome grief,
Pride and resilience will triumph with the passing
And time will repair with deserved relief.
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
AUCKLAND
25 February 2011
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 8:26 AM UTC
Ricky May singe at Jupiter Moon, the after life
You see I was a Maori, who suffered a heart attack
It was because I ate too much food, and I felt like ****
But then I found this place up here in the solar system
And everyone was cheering me on, as if I was really known
You ser I stopped to ask the crown, how do you know me
This was something that really puzzled me
But then I looked around and saw John Lennon
And Adam Walsh,and I said to him, it was terrible what they did to you
And I walked around and I spoke to this man
And he told me he was a victim of a car accident
I asked him, how he survived and he said back
I didn't and then he took me by the hand, and said to me
Noone on earth can see us now, cause now we are in the afterlife
You see my heart left my body quick
And I wanted that heart to stay
You see I ain't ready to go, there are so many games I like to play
So some people said, play with us, we are playing Rugby League or Union
And then after that we had a BBQ
Where the coach bought out some methane
And I had some, and I thanked him
Yes, I felt good about being in the afterlife
You see I am living in a cave in Jupiter
Where we can view earth. Through the eyes of our earth bodies, oh yeah we can
And I see my family in New Zealand, and see them doing so very fine
It made me unhappy till Graham Kennedy said
Life is not so bad up here, you should know that
Because, have been up here longer than me, in the afterlife
Just rock the afterlife till it stops, oh yeah
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
*Hint of green in amber rushing
Cold as ice in beauteous way,
Black beech towers overhead
Alpine zephyrs catch to sway.
Hint of green in boulder rapid
Morning sunshine gleans the tint
Wading forth to dangerous water
Pumping pulse in eyes that glint.
Hauling up and out with effort
Straining arms, staggered gait
Wading forth to sandy beach
With hidden prize that cannot wait.
Boulder in her amber shroud
Masking flash of emerald sheen
Pounamu in the Maori tongue
Glorious jade in turquoise green.
Treasure of high hidden mountains
Locked within exquisite glade
Birdcalls ring through wooded canyons
Reeling realisation made.
Photographs the proof of moment
Tremulous while masking pain
I caste far out this gem of Jacob
Splashing, gone, to torrent’s gain.
Tremulous I stand in wonder
Wondrous of this perfect place
I, who touched the smile of God
Now wear a happy, laughing face.*
M.
In the glorious wild river glades above Jackson Bay in the Mount Aspiring National Park, New Zealand.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC
In the flawless dark
high overhead
Torea shrieks
ripping holes
in the silent korowai
of night
again
Torea calls
and further off
faint
again
now silent
the cloak ripples
settles
repairs the tears
stillness sprawls
warm
as aroha
Tricia Lambert
Torea-the Maori name of the Pied Oyster Catcher
Korowai-a ceremonial cloak
Aroha- love, unconditional love, similar to the Greek, agape
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Keep your options open
Keep your self apart
Clear out the reminders
Never tie your heart
But I could never follow
Your truly sage advice
I'd rather feel the feelings
Though one must pay the price
And though the speech was spoken
And though we have last kissed
And though the door has closed
Leather still binds my wrist
And though Xoxo is banished
And though you learn the bass
I still look at your picture
Maori on your face
And though the cost of loving us
Was more than we were able
And though there is no fairy dust
Your bowl will grace my table
And though the first half gain
And second half was loss
Despite that wrong direction
I still lean when I floss
Though we talked without our hearts
And only with our head
Though I left not crying
Your smile still warms my bed
And though you do not tiptoe
So hearts are breast to breast
Though you say valediction
Your compass claims my desk
And though our love was lust
And though I am a mess
A balloon hides in my closet
And I am truly blessed
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
Maori legend
twisted pohutukawa-
the place of leaping
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
Who made the Orange,
for Uncle Sam.
The 60,000,000* litres,
they dropped on Vietnam?
It wasn't made, in the
United States!
So where, pray tell,
this mystery grates??
A clue for you, no
suspense, I'll keep,
It's a country, with as
many, litres* as sheep!
It's where they love to tell
you, that it is clean and
green, but it is far from that,
I know, I've been.
They were last, in the
world, to ban DDT.
They are xenophobic,
Pacific POMS, with a Zea.
<>
No © Please Plagiarise
this poem, spread it like
slurry on the streets.
Kiwi's have just banned
foreigners from buying
property in New Zealand.
They have no rights there,
it is Maori land, Maoris are
treated like 2nd class citizens.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
A sacrilegious act of gross desecration
akin to genital exposure in a Christian
Church, is walking into a Mosque with
boots and guns during Ramadan prayer.
Not an act associated with the oppressed.
Take Maori, Aborigine or Native Americans,
observe their composure, but you, the Jew,
you have no such serenity of spirit, why?
Why do you force feed your holocaust?
Why do you need to insist that we believe?
Why are you making denial a crime?
We all know why, that’s what bothers you.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC
My integrity
Is always in question
When I learn of the suppression of
Ethnic people who suffer
Simply because of who they are
You would think by now
I’d be immune to historical
History of the plight
Of many ethnic cultures
But the degradation
They endured was never ending.....
Losing your identity
Leaves you restless and unsure
As to the expectations of others
The majority of those that understand
Losing ones identity makes you feel
Insignificant like you don’t belong
I have been brought up in a society
Were Maoridom is acceptable
As part of our culture our lives
Yet I am not a Maori
It is simply a way of life
On one side Maori
On the other European
And in between we’re do I fit in
My parents enforced our culture in us
But as children we denied our heritage
We were young we didn’t know any better....
But as I grew older I learnt
more about my culture and it’s history
I no longer turn my back on my culture
I embrace it with all that I am
A proud Pacific Islander
I stand before my forefathers
And embrace their legacy
Of who we are as people of the pacific
And as quoted in Moana
“Voyagers of a never ending story”
I am a Cook Islander and I am proud to be me
Written by:
Kaila George
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
It is Maori language week here in NZ, so...
Ko te ahua o taku aroha
He ngawari taku aroha
Ka pupuhi nga puawai ngawari
i runga kahui puna mahana
Kei te takaro toku aroha
he matotoru
kopikopiko i roto i te tito aroha
Ko taku aroha he ra raumati
takai te kare
ite marama me te mahana
Aroha katoa ahau
te kotahi te honi pi
huri noa i ahau i roto i toku ngakau
~~~~~~~*~
and in translation..
The nature of my love
my love is gentle
soft petals blown
on a warm spring breeze
my love is playful
a tender tickle
enveloped in a loving tease
my love is a summer day
wrapped in emotion
clearly felt and warm
my love is all for you
the one true honey-bee
as around my heart you swarm.
J.C. honey-tiger 09/09/2019.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
We can change history
miss Clarke, it is easy,
just re-write the lies
your historians wrote
about the early settlers
in New Zealand, which
if you had any respect
for, it would be called
Aotearoa, the official
Maori name. Tell the
world about your nations
attempt to eradicate
native Maori and what
is written at the base
of the Obelisk on One
Tree Hill by Sir John
Logan Campbell.
*Laura Clarke is the British high commissioner to New Zealand
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Campbell, like many European New Zealanders of his generation, had expected that Māori would gradually die out and that an impressive memorial would be a most fitting symbol to perpetuate their memory.[19] By the 1930s this had obviously not happened, and some considered the term "memorial" was inappropriate with many Māori objecting to its use. During construction of the obelisk, a suggestion was made that it should be described as a centennial tower to mark the centennial year of the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi and not a memorial.[19]
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/jan/02/heres-why-the-uk-wants-to-strengthen-its-relationship-with-new-zealand-maori
Dom Felice Vaggioli The Italian priest who's book on New Zealand was banned by Queen Victoria.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
A couple of examples of silly, sappy, daily word play between my love and me...he started with "fancy pants" to me
Fancy pants
Fancy pants, fancy pants,
who I’ve met by chance,
had made me so happy.
It’s making me really sappy.
I want to make silly rhymes
to tell you how I feel many times
and give you baby names
and play little games.
My feelings are so deep
warming my heart, making it leap.
Quickly jumping from want to need
knowing you has made me feel freed.
You’ve given me something new.
My life will be complete with you
"someone" 17/05/2019
I replied...with "super long socks" to him...lol...
Super Long Socks..
long socks super long socks
my babies super socks rock
(Did u think I was going to say ****
it's true we can be super corny
and yep you make me super *****
but more than that it's well deep
my piece of pai you're mine to keep
as I am yours to hold eternally
Eternal of course rhetorically
we joke around about flat Earth
indeed engage in lots of mirth
it's light, happy and yes lotsa sap
also deep emotional we do tap
with open hearts hands and minds
on true loves path ourselves we find
for me for ever than can be no other
my honey bee my Pai guy my lover.
("Pai" is the Maori word for "good")
J.C. 17/05/2019
We go on in this super sappy way back & forth, haha, when historically, neither of us has been very corny or sappy..and even funnier, we just don't care...
*apologies for the use of ****
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
In recent years there is
a trend of culling by
killing non native species.
Possum's in New Zealand,
Rabbits in Australia and
Grey Squirrels in Gt Britain.
Attempts at wiping out
native populations by
non native colonials
occurred in America
where the indigenous
Indians were slaughtered
by the millions.
Australia issued licences
to hunt Aborigines recent
as 1908.
Fr. Felice Vaggioli wrote
a book about The British
treatment of Maori which
was banned. An attempt to
wipe out New Zealand Maori
was almost successful.
Efforts were also made to
eradicate the Irish by the
British = Scots Welsh English
known collectively as WASP's.
White Anglo Saxon Presbyterians.
When one has a WASP infestation
what do you do, seriously, what ?
Therein lieth the solution to the US
problem if you answered correctly!
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Courtesy food pantries
Saint Eleanor's Saint Mary's,
Our Daily Bread,
the missus and yours truly (her spouse)
well stocked with good n plenti of
soap, shampoo and detergent.
Spongebob squarepants
would be in seventh heaven,
where sudsy clouds (resembling
Mister Krabs, Plankton,
Sandy Cheeks, Squidward, et cetera),
would drift across celestial vault.
Gratitude bequeathed to prophets of virtue
benevolent good samaritans
who trend righteous true
to the calling of helping hands who renew
faith (mine) in goodness of humanity
assisting not only yours truly
and the missus, but people
from South American country named Peru
or even indigenous tribes
accorded recognition comprising
population of inhabitants occupying New
Zealand, offered reparations
under the Treaty of Waitangi,
a process of reparation allowed
Maori to be fully recognized
at political level in lieu
of unfair practices inflicted upon
original occupant loosely similar
to descendents of long lost tribes of Israel,
endowed with (pure tin) pride
wishing I too could call myself proud Jew,
nevertheless attraction manifests destiny
(mine) someday to learn Hebrew.
Courtesy atheism more so Unitarianism,
I need not adopt
an explicit dogmatic, fanatic, humanistic...,
lunatic, narcissistic, puritanic... paradigm,
but only tout poetic justice (mine)
to recognize laudable traits
linkedin to orthodox faiths,
albeit rationalistic rubric
that caters to selflessness
for no other reason
than allowing, enabling, and promoting
random acts of kindness
without any forthcoming great expectation
downplaying remuneration,
no matter destitution begot mein kampf
hard times living within bleak house
slight hyperbolic exaggeration
poor as a cheesy church mouse poet.
Lemme coast to a fitting conclusion
bringing reasonable rhyming blather
originating courtesy me noggin,
within which wool doth gather
thus I a halt and
dial down philosophical lather,
cuz most likely
ye dear reader would rather
experience palmolive oil slather
preparatory to full body massage.
Dec 16, 2021
Dec 16, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC