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Ngaire Patiole Poem
Invisible bars on my window sill
Summer breeze set me free
Popping seaweed bubbles on the beach
Screaming out but never heard
Summer breeze set me free
Beach sticks on a shard of glass
Screaming out but never heard
Innocence being swept away
Beach sticks on a shard of glass
My Baby self never was
Innocence being swept away
Holding on to summer days
My Baby self never was
Invisible bars on my window sill
Holding on to summer days
Popping seaweed bubbles on the beach
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There is a little town deep down south from which I came.
There you will find beauty from the beach, beyond are waves that crash into the
sand and hills that line the shore. Each hill is yours to conquer. Move quickly!
Before the sand burn your feet. The smell of salt fill’s the air. You thank God you
are here.
From the bountiful beach, to the rivers that flow with raging currents, through
trees that bend to skimp the water tops. There are trees that stand proudly,
almost touching the clouds. There are pebbles and stones of all shapes and
sizes. Flowers dance in the wind, vainly displaying their colors. There are Fish,
birds, and creepy Crawlies. Blossom trees and warm summer breeze, Mother
Nature in all her glory.
The mountain tops are covered in a blanket of snow. The depths of the glaciers
are as mysterious as the underwater caves. Bitter winds grasp at your face
leaving you breathless. Ice puddles crack underfoot. Thunder and lighting in the
dead of the night, clashing and banging, it would wake you in fright.
Down in the town where people are asleep, there are man made paths that
weave their way through the street. Park’s, lanes and little pebble bridges,
almost replicas of peaceful Scottish shire. Sadly, things do change. But along
with Mother Nature, my little town remains the same. Immaculate beauty from the
mountains and beyond the Sea… That is why Invercargill is always number one
to me.
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Copyright © Ngaire Patiole | Year Posted 2008
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He's blinded by his circumstance. His
heart is not free; and he will never
see the real me. We share the some God,
but not the some belief’s; Not everything
is what it seem
I nurse my broken heart, but he will not
take me down; as he dose not wear a crown
and my God will be with me until I'm in
the ground. He is not to judge me, as
he is not above me.
In my shoes he has not walked, in my heart
he can not see; the hurt that empowers me.
Pity I do not need,just treat me equal
and my love you will be.
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The ocean is untamed;
crashing down,
it rips the sand from under your feet.
The waves without mercy
smash anything in their path;
only the strong survive.
So cold and dark,
a grave too many ships;
taking life with one swoop.
Sometimes calming,
like a sleeping lion;
mysterious and unforgiving creatures,
lurk beneath the ocean deep.
Twisting, twilling,
and shaping the land like a giant hand.
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