Sunday, July 31, 2016
Ko tenei toku maharahara - Cruz
Kia ora
Ko Cruz toku ingoa
Ko tenei toku 'memory poem'
I maumahara oku wae i te hou papahinga i roto i te peke peketara(bouncer)
I maumahara oku waewae i te ngengetanga maa te omaoma
I maumahara toku tinana i te werawera tohau omaomatere whakararo i toku tuara
I maumahara oku ringaringa i te paopao o ooku maihara pera i toku ngakau
I maumahara oku ringa i te pupuhinga i te kaha o te pata ki toku kanohi
I maumahara toku kanohi i te whero toopana e kukumea ana i toku kanohi
I maumahara toku roro i te aoao tipokokopoka ka puta noa i runga i toku menemene
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Te retireti i runga i te maunga - Jahvan
I maumahara oku wae, i te kiritanga i roto i te papa makariri,
i maumahara oku waewae i te hau makariri i paa atu i oku waewae,
i maumahara toku tinana i te retireti whakararo i te kanohi o te maunga,
i maumahara oku ringaringa kei te piki ahau, kei runga i te maunga makariri,
i maumahara oku ringa i toku kokonga i te papa makariri,
i maumahara toku kanohi i te kitenga ataahua, i raro i te maunga,
i maumahara toku roro i te haerenga mahana ki taku whare
By Jahvan
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Frank / Matthew - from Nukunuku nekenek Nukurau e!
Nukunuku nekeneke Nukurau e!
Kei te toa, ka hikoi ngā tangata koremate.
At the store the zombies were walking
Ia pō ia pō, ka haere a Toka ki waho ki te puhipuhi ngā tangata koremate. I rongo i te pūpuhi o te pū, PAKO! PAKO! I kite ia i te rama nui...
Every night Toke goes outside to shoot zombies. All he hears are gunshots; BANG! BANG! He sees a bright light...
By Frank and Matthew
Kei te toa, ka hikoi ngā tangata koremate.
At the store the zombies were walking
Ia pō ia pō, ka haere a Toka ki waho ki te puhipuhi ngā tangata koremate. I rongo i te pūpuhi o te pū, PAKO! PAKO! I kite ia i te rama nui...
Every night Toke goes outside to shoot zombies. All he hears are gunshots; BANG! BANG! He sees a bright light...
By Frank and Matthew
Elijah / Isaiah story - From nukunuku, nekeneke, Nukurau e!
I am an eagle. My name is Nukurau and i like hunting.
Ko te hakinakina tino pai ki ahau te whutuporo hoki ano hoki ka takaro ahau i te tima Winga.
My other favorite thing to do is rugby and i play for the Winga team.
He kēmu tā mātou o te rāhoroi, kei te onepū kōhatu i roto i te wharehākinakina. Ka kaiawa mātou ki ngā hoa kakari.
On saturday i am playing a game at the Sandstone Stadium against The Falcons.
By Elijah and Isaiah
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Tyreece's memory poem
As we began our game i remember taking a deep breath of cold crispy air,
my feet remember the rumbling ground,
my legs remember sprinting in pain,
my body remembers the cold embrace of other players,
my arms remember the mutating hands clinching my wrists,
my face focused intensely on each of the bodies on front of me,
my mind remembers smashing into the ground and the laughter erupting soon after.
my feet remember the rumbling ground,
my legs remember sprinting in pain,
my body remembers the cold embrace of other players,
my arms remember the mutating hands clinching my wrists,
my face focused intensely on each of the bodies on front of me,
my mind remembers smashing into the ground and the laughter erupting soon after.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Elijah - Memory Poem
My feet remember the cold going in between my tall toes,
my legs remember the goosebumps as the breeze traveled over them,
my body remembers the fluffy cosy feeling all over it,
my arms remember the droopiness and my energy fading away,
my hands remember the touch of my squishy bed and the thick blanket,
my face remembers a soft pillow and relaxation,
my mind remembers, 'yes! No more school.'
my legs remember the goosebumps as the breeze traveled over them,
my body remembers the fluffy cosy feeling all over it,
my arms remember the droopiness and my energy fading away,
my hands remember the touch of my squishy bed and the thick blanket,
my face remembers a soft pillow and relaxation,
my mind remembers, 'yes! No more school.'
Matua Byron and his moment in time
Matua Byron decided to help extend on ideas by being more descriptive, see if you can picture and infer where he is.
On a regular basis my family would remember times like that..
where my feet remember the sweet sticky sap entrenched in my toes,
where my legs remember the grueling struggle of those long hills,
where my body remembers the feeling of sweat racing down my back,
where my arms remember the snapping, crashing and crunching of branches beneath my fingers,
where my hands remember the soft sway of tall green grass,
where my face remembers the smell of the open sea breeze,
my mind remembers a time of being young and able to climb like that.
On a regular basis my family would remember times like that..
where my feet remember the sweet sticky sap entrenched in my toes,
where my legs remember the grueling struggle of those long hills,
where my body remembers the feeling of sweat racing down my back,
where my arms remember the snapping, crashing and crunching of branches beneath my fingers,
where my hands remember the soft sway of tall green grass,
where my face remembers the smell of the open sea breeze,
my mind remembers a time of being young and able to climb like that.
Matua Byron's Koorero anoo
Ruku
499.3
K-Pa PUR RUK
Epsom M JNF
Nā Henare Everitt ngā kōrero
Nā Henare Everitt ngā kōrero
Nā Robyn Kahukiwa ngā pikitia
Ko te wai tōku kainga
Ko te tai tōku waka
Ko Te Kina tōku ingoa
Ka haere mai ngā taniwha e rua
Ka hopukina rāua i tōku whānau whānui
Ka riri a Tangaroa, ka riri ahau
Kua reri au ki te whawhai
Kua reri au mō te pakanga
Kua reri au ki te hopu taniwha
Ka mau au i ngā matimati nui o tētahi
Ka kumea au i tētahi taniwha
Engari ka wiriwiri te taniwha…
“Kia tere kōurapaka mā, āwhina mai”
“Kia kaha kōurapaka mā, kumea mai”
“Kia māia kōurapaka mā, ū tonu tō here”
“Kia tau kōurapaka mā,” kua mutu…
My memory poem - Joshua
My name is Joshua and this is my memory poem.
my feet remember the entrenching walk on the sand,
my legs remembers the cold splash of the water,
my body remembers the icy slosh in the water.
my arms remember the ferociously attacking wind,
my hands remember picking up gathering food,
my face remembers the sun going down.
my mind remember that cool and sunny day.
my feet remember the entrenching walk on the sand,
my legs remembers the cold splash of the water,
my body remembers the icy slosh in the water.
my arms remember the ferociously attacking wind,
my hands remember picking up gathering food,
my face remembers the sun going down.
my mind remember that cool and sunny day.
Devontae's memory poem
My name is Devontae and this is my memory poem
On delightful weekend with my family i began remembering..
my feet remember the soft floor,
my legs remember the tiredness of running around,
my body remembers the game over its sounding,
my arms remember the hard rock pieces,
my hands remember the lazer filled object,
my face remembers the glass screen of the arcade game,
my mind remembers the building and the name of the building.
I'll be back next time.
Sunday, July 24, 2016
My memory poem - Junior
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Junior and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember the footsteps getting closer,
my legs remember the winter cold shooting pass me,
my body remembers the grasping of a ghostly hand,
my arms remember reaching out into the darkness for my brother
my hands remember the twitching in my finger,
my face remembers sirens and shouting,
my mind remembers that night of terror.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Junior and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember the footsteps getting closer,
my legs remember the winter cold shooting pass me,
my body remembers the grasping of a ghostly hand,
my arms remember reaching out into the darkness for my brother
my hands remember the twitching in my finger,
my face remembers sirens and shouting,
my mind remembers that night of terror.
My memory Poem - Charlez
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Charlez and this is my memory poem.
On a cold breezy night, my feet remember the cold and fluffy carpet between my toes,
my legs remember the ghastly winds striking relentlessly,
my body remembers my huge warm jacket,
my arms remember the soft sleeves of the jacket
my hands remember the controller's vibrations,
my face remembers my brothers rage,
my mind remembers my epic victory over him.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Charlez and this is my memory poem.
On a cold breezy night, my feet remember the cold and fluffy carpet between my toes,
my legs remember the ghastly winds striking relentlessly,
my body remembers my huge warm jacket,
my arms remember the soft sleeves of the jacket
my hands remember the controller's vibrations,
my face remembers my brothers rage,
my mind remembers my epic victory over him.
My memory poem - Isaiah
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Isaiah and this is my memory poem.
On a blistering hot day, my feet remember the solid, hard and cold tree,
my legs remember the little branches scratching at me like a cat,
my body remembers falling on the giant logs as i tried to climb higher,
my arms remember stretching out and climbing the long ladder of branches,
my hands remember reaching from branch to branch,
my face remembers being slapped by bushy green leaves,
my mind remembers me as if i were Tarzan.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Isaiah and this is my memory poem.
On a blistering hot day, my feet remember the solid, hard and cold tree,
my legs remember the little branches scratching at me like a cat,
my body remembers falling on the giant logs as i tried to climb higher,
my arms remember stretching out and climbing the long ladder of branches,
my hands remember reaching from branch to branch,
my face remembers being slapped by bushy green leaves,
my mind remembers me as if i were Tarzan.
My memory poem - Toka
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Toka and this is my memory poem.
On a warm and sunny day, my feet remember the smooth and slippery surface
my legs remember the warm breeze as i jump in the air,
my body remembers the pain as i was warming up,
my arms remember the struggle as i hung from the hoop,
my hands remember the ball bouncing up and down,
my face remembers the wind as i run,
my mind remembers the excitement as i run the court to win game.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Toka and this is my memory poem.
On a warm and sunny day, my feet remember the smooth and slippery surface
my legs remember the warm breeze as i jump in the air,
my body remembers the pain as i was warming up,
my arms remember the struggle as i hung from the hoop,
my hands remember the ball bouncing up and down,
my face remembers the wind as i run,
my mind remembers the excitement as i run the court to win game.
My memory poem - Kody
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Kody and this is my memory poem.
my feet remember the cold winter days ,
my legs remember the long kick in to the goal,
my body remembers the hot summer days,
my arms remember the pain from doing push ups,
my hands remember the arm wrestles,
my face remembers my family's laughter,
my mind remembers the scary movie after the fun.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Kody and this is my memory poem.
my feet remember the cold winter days ,
my legs remember the long kick in to the goal,
my body remembers the hot summer days,
my arms remember the pain from doing push ups,
my hands remember the arm wrestles,
my face remembers my family's laughter,
my mind remembers the scary movie after the fun.
My memory poem - Frank
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Frank and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember the hard shoes i was wearing,
my legs remember the lightning speed i ran at,
my body remembers the wind flowing passed,
my arms remember the water rolling past my finger-tips,
my hands remembers the orange ball,
my face remembers the hot sun rising,
my mind remembers trying to score again and again.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Frank and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember the hard shoes i was wearing,
my legs remember the lightning speed i ran at,
my body remembers the wind flowing passed,
my arms remember the water rolling past my finger-tips,
my hands remembers the orange ball,
my face remembers the hot sun rising,
my mind remembers trying to score again and again.
My memory poem - Matthew
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Matthew and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember the long walk with sand between my toes,
my legs remember the sore pain in my muscles with every extra step,
my body remembers slowly moving current thoughout the water,
my arms remember the striking power of the wind,
my hands remember digging in the lowtide for shells,
my face remembers the powerful wind hitting again and again,
my mind remembers a swim in the depths of darkness.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Matthew and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember the long walk with sand between my toes,
my legs remember the sore pain in my muscles with every extra step,
my body remembers slowly moving current thoughout the water,
my arms remember the striking power of the wind,
my hands remember digging in the lowtide for shells,
my face remembers the powerful wind hitting again and again,
my mind remembers a swim in the depths of darkness.
My memory poem - CRUZ
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is CRUZ and this is my memory poem.
my feet remember the puffy air coming through the hole in the bouncer,
my legs remember tiring after running around,
my body remembers my hot sweat sprinting down my back,
my arms remember muscles pumping and pounding like my heartbeat,
my hands remember the puffy gloves smashing me in the face,
my face remembers the red force dragging my face,
my mind remembers the happiness stretching across my smile.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is CRUZ and this is my memory poem.
my feet remember the puffy air coming through the hole in the bouncer,
my legs remember tiring after running around,
my body remembers my hot sweat sprinting down my back,
my arms remember muscles pumping and pounding like my heartbeat,
my hands remember the puffy gloves smashing me in the face,
my face remembers the red force dragging my face,
my mind remembers the happiness stretching across my smile.
My memory poem - Jahvan
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Jahvan and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember digging into the nice cold surface,
my legs remember the nice cold breeze drifting across my leg,
my body remembers sliding down the hill as i felt the nice icy touch of the ground,
my arms remember climbing up in the cold,
my face remembers the view looking down over the huge mountain,
my mind remembers the long, warm drive home.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Jahvan and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember digging into the nice cold surface,
my legs remember the nice cold breeze drifting across my leg,
my body remembers sliding down the hill as i felt the nice icy touch of the ground,
my arms remember climbing up in the cold,
my face remembers the view looking down over the huge mountain,
my mind remembers the long, warm drive home.
My memory poem - Helaman
Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Helaman and this is my memory poem.
On a warm sunny day
my feet remember the soft green grass in between my toes,
my legs remember the warm lazy push from the warm yellow sun,
my body remembers the cold wind from the North,
my arms remember the cold rushing winds,
my hands remember the sloshing withering mud from the ground,
my face remembers the hot blaze burning at my eyebrows,
my mind remembers that day.
Helaman I.
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Helaman and this is my memory poem.
On a warm sunny day
my feet remember the soft green grass in between my toes,
my legs remember the warm lazy push from the warm yellow sun,
my body remembers the cold wind from the North,
my arms remember the cold rushing winds,
my hands remember the sloshing withering mud from the ground,
my face remembers the hot blaze burning at my eyebrows,
my mind remembers that day.
Helaman I.
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