Seeds of hope lie sprinkled in the wind Hope is rooted in the amazement of poetry Which lies in a grotto beneath The rational world Which only desperados Dig deep enough to discover But you did Dig, digging deep down…
It was an absolutely amazing poetry group meeting And in that amazement lie the seeds of hope It was an astonishing poetry group The first since you left for the sea Leaving us wandering Through the labyrinth of your disappearance…
Whanau The direction that the kuia is indicating is not one primary direction, but a slower indigenous healing of the whole After you are sentenced You stand in firm innocence As about us, our whanau swallows Shock and disappointment While…
Twisted Frequency We pass freely into Twisted Frequency Where the team at the gate gift me My bracelet of many colours Which I embrace Like some long-forsaken Joseph Stumbling his way through the last days Of his ever so tapu…
Scuttle There’s enough dancing scuttle to cancel all dangerous threads You sit, pink-tongued above Sams Creek Where your ancestors sat pink-tongued Long before human threads First brown, then white, arrive in Aotearoa Where volcanoes spit flame Earthquake mountains shudder And…
Deborah Hear me, Deborah, my love You, who drag events, stone tables and shatter pillars Who are the incarnation of Justice for those who defend Sam’s Creek, and the prophetess of the activation And I saw your daughter high in…
Ancestors Parliament’s steps sprout green and red mushrooms As we ferry the petition upwards into the wild Pōneke storm And the petition is the people and we are the people And servanthood the rising path beneath our feet For we…
Invocation It’s at Sam’s Creek, we make our pledge For Te Waikoropupū walk the edge And as Te Ra ascends the sky We fix our eyes upon the prize Our sacred taonga free at last! From pollution's dark and deadly…
Petition You are born of the heart of Mohua Which are the depths of the Wharepapa Arthur Marble Aquifer, as they well upwards To become the crystalline waters Who can barely contain The shaking that is Kahurangi’s fury And the…
Kea After the vertical scramble up the ridge above Sam’s Creek The Spirit of Sam’s speaks and it’s not the voice of stillness But active and stroppy and it’s the voice of two inquisitive kea Sitting high in a tree…