POEM 2013
i live in hope
and with love, elope
with the angel.–sam hunt 2013.
~a good description of what spiritual relationship, or prayer is: Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 9.2.13~
ABSORBING LIGHTNING, AS A MIGHTY TREE – KALO MILA POETICS
Tane Mahuta holding up the sky weathering storms absorbing lightning holding tears in your leaves cupped gentle in your fingertips. Tane Mahuta I see your face unblinking in the sun I see you blow kisses at the stars you look into the eye of the moon and smile back at her when tears threaten. (more…)
TO HOTUNUI
Old quiet house You are like any other home You need people Who live in you To laugh To cry To be born To die To make you feel like one.
–the simplicity + beauty of jacqueline carter‘s poetic verse.
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bonus: audio poetry can be listened to @play.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 7.2.13. pics: google images online archives~
POETICS – CREATED BEINGS
poem of the day: we are all created beings :)
Waitangi Day poem 2013.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 6.2.13~
THE SECRET PLACE
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, You are my refuge and my fortress; My God, in You I will trust. Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler. And from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, Nor of the arrow that flies by day, (more…)
THEY THAT DWELL THEREIN, THE FULNESS
Lift up your heads, o you gates; and be you lifted up, you everlasting doors. The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 5.2.13~
AMID BOUNTIES OF LIGHT, ICELAND POETRY 1840
Out under Eagle Mountain, where ice lies broad and bright... and themselves strong as stone --- as strong as my own! --- and where life flows bright amid bounties of light.
—the poet: Jónas Hallgrímsson, 1840‘s.
photo: Iceland’s nothern lights. credit: Rex features.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 4.2.13~
POETIC OCEAN PATTERNS
you will see phosphorescent waves,
hear the elevated speech
--a waterfall musical.
photo: mm. (more…)
SMOOTHED VESSELS
smoothed by water, smoothed by hands, carved out to moor the waka. we flew here and flew, our minds and hearts flew.
–poet Robert Sullivan, author of Star Waka, Piki ake and Shout Ha! To The Sky.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 27.1.13~
KINSHIP DNA INSIGHT
shaking off negligence and abandonment, the cooped secrets of process and ritual lie as broken shackles set in a movie past, a people moves ahead into the light. (more…)
GRAVITY
high riding kites, range freely reigned by strings strict and invisible.
–Seamus Heaney
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 21.1.13~
POEM: THE LAND BETWEEN MY TOES
poem:
its the difference between
being
and owning
surging
and standing
living
and landing
she said
she’d read
he said
have
not am
I keep
the am
anyway
–Salina Tusitala Marsh
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 21.1.13~
TWICE SHY
for air and friendly talk,
the sky a tense diaphragm.
tremuously we held,
still water running deep.
–the breath of poetry via Seamus Heaney.
photo: Lake Hauroko, NZ’s deepest lake via catch the light 2.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 20.1.13~
V – PART II – WAITING ON PROPHESIES
We are… we are… we are…
Waiting on… prophesies.
–song lyrics: Moana Maniapoto MNZM & The Tribe.
image: instagram models
Written in the skies, Maori people have always read identity and gleaned knowledge via how prophesy is communicated to us, in various forms of expression. It’s a part of who we are, who Aotearoa is, has always been and what New Zealand is to come. Polynesia peoples also have stories of the same in their original home whenua lands.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 16.1.13~
TRADITIONAL CHINESE BOATING POETRY
Chinese traditions: poetry – “Swift jade-green dragons, birds with plumage gold… At daybreak from the land of plane-trees grey,
I came to paradise ere close of day.”
Photo: Dragon boating is a chinese traditional entertainment. As an acquatic sport to memorise qu yuan, a patriotic poet in ancient china, it is usually held in festivals, which can be traced back to two thousands years ago.
Location: Yanbu Town,Foshan City,Guangdong Province, P.R.CHINA. A National Geographic photo winner 2013.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 13.1.13~
LIKE A BOOMERANG… WATER GOES UP TO SKY, WATER RETURNS TO EARTH
… irrigate.
Photo: Boomerang, The Economist.
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Aussie poem:
I go down to the creek Where the water gurgles Joyfully As it hurries along Over the shining sand and pebbles To its destiny With the sea. Dappled sunlight (more…)
SONGS OF EDEN’S FREEDOM
his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
–maya angelou, medal of freedom poet 2011, (more…)
LOVE’S SCOPE IS PEACE
... You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God. Love abounds in all things, excels from the depths to beyond the stars (more…)
IOWA – SEAMUS HEANEY POETIC ‘CAMERA-EYE’ EXPERIENCES
Intro: The poet’s acute observation and clarity of memory
resurrect selected events from the past in fascinating detail
even after time-lapse…
Iowa: a poem by Seamus Heaney
In Iowa once, among the Mennonites In a slathering blizzard, conveyed all afternoon Through sleet-glit pelting hard against the windscreen And a wiper's strong absolving slumps and flits, I saw, abandoned in the open gap Of a field where wilted corn stalks flagged the snow, A mowing machine. Snow brimmed its iron seat, Heaped each spoked wheel with a thick white brow, And took the shine off oil in the black-toothed gears. Verily I came forth from that wilderness As one unbaptized who had known darkness (more…)
SALT – SELINA TUSITALA-MARSH POETICS
beautiful is: Salt
as if God spilt salt on his midnight tablecloth as if Gibran’s Ugly had flung Beauty’s cloak across the waters - its soft light muted in repentence as if star by blue star (more…)
CLEANSING RAIN – HONE TUWHARE POETRY
... if i should not hear smell or feel or see you you would still define me disperse me wash over me rain.
–poem: Hone Tuwhare‘s Rain.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 30.12.12~
SHADOW LEAVES – STEPHEN OLIVER POETRY
the wide-branched rivers that angled mirrors under the sun, are gone underground, they emerged from within the ice-tides, (more…)
SUMMER SOONER…
now I'm of sometime, that's my practice. long tomorrows will make summer sooner.
–Lionel: The very cool poet.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 29.12.12~
DANCING ON THE CEILING OF AN ELAPHINE CLIFF FACE
At the steeple between the jagged rocks, my feet dance as hind's feet, circling big craters, skipping over deep crevasses. Between the heavy bush of caves, south side, the marble terrain of elaphine cliff face, is alive with bird song.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 28.12.12~
