Lines from the Mind

Mother Three young mouths Meagre hope Threadbare cupboards Shanty corrugated cage Husband taken Choleras meal. Whispered words Propaganda hope suggested, Cash given Teenager traded, Bitten by the trafficker Real life zombie Taken to sea. Sweat fisherman blood. 4 hours sleep 20 hours work 4 hours sleep 20 hours work 4 hours sleep… Fingers to bone. No escape No words No life. Fear trap, Miles of ocean, Netted life, Broken arm if you speak out. Modern slavery Forty-five million cries in the wind, cries in the Dirt, cries in the Smoke cries on the ocean, Tears in the heart! WALT: to give voice to the voiceless. Criteria Use strong: new vocabulary, word images Protest against an injustice in our world Cut words not needed Be creative in getting my point across

You think it's funny to poke out your tongue and show me your tooth paste smothered tongue, You look closely at pale skin and pop your zit, Some of you - usually the ones with longer hair, Spend forever Colouring in your lips, making black lines on eyebrows and brushing perming, brushing. I hear you practice the lie you will tell Mum, trying to see if, by looking at me, you can keep a straight face, As I reflect on humans I realise sometimes your face mirrors your heart hesitant smile, creasing frown, lip pout, other times your face lies, covering the feelings. But I always tell the truth, showing you for what you are.

Black cat god arches, flicks her tail, art hieroglyphics revere felines across a thousand walls, centuries years old now. -----sand hourglass time trickle----- My black cat stretches Lazy in heated sun A God of just one family Scratching the door to be let out, to be fed. The mighty Nile Seasonal Floods Rich blessings for ------generations pass------ Dairy, cropping, forests, farms Stretch patchwork across Canterbury Plains Waimakariri scatters its braids sprawling to the ocean. Yellow Sand, clay walls seared in scorching sun, Neighbours crowded water carried dry the bones ----- existences come and go----- Christchurch city wood and brick dwellings stretched over flat plains,  meandering Avon Artesian crystal clear water piped  toilets, drinking, cooking Just turn the tap. Crowned Pharaoh supreme God of Pyramid, Sand and Nile Words that command life, death ------ time moves by---------- Commands wealth Captains of industry multinationa...

Picture remixed from Pixabay.com. Can you see my eys? Excuse my squashed writing For I am writing this poem From inside a couch, Just yesterday, I fell asleep in the sun Streaming hot through the window And I slipped through the cushion gap To join the lost coins, gathered dust and dried food crumbs. I hear the outside world muffled by leather and foam I'm interior, you're exterior I hope you can read this note I slipped out. For I'm squish writing this poem From inside a couch. Success Criteria We read, "It's Dark in Here" a poem by Shel Silverstein to inspire us in our "point of view" poetry.... The boys followed this model closely and then with larger variations as they produced two pieces to reflect how writers have a point of view. The montages were produced with creative commons images using layering, masking and montage techniques with Pages on their macBooks. To write in a poetry style that has been given. To tre...