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Monday, 15 September 2025

Te Wiki o Te Reo Māori 2025

 



Our Russley Writers took up the September Poetry Box challenge... to write a poem celebrating te reo Māori. We began with the word whanau and used it to springboard ideas and "grow a poem". Some poems use one or two te reo words and others use more. What is your favourite te reo word?

All five poems were selected for publication on Poetry Box. You can read them below, or go to the Poetry Box NZ website to read more. Paula Green said she received an astonishing amount of wonderful poems and it was very hard to pick what to post. Congratulations to Jharred, Brodie, Ila, Daisy and Sankalpa for being e-published, and special mention to Sankalpa who Paula chose to send a book to. 


Childhood Dream

To be a tamaiti:
I’d need,
two warm ringa hugging me tight,
a feed of bite sized pieces,
and baby finger kai

I’d need to
sail an imaginary moana,
in a bumpy bucket boat,
get yelled at everyday,
do your mahi!
go to school!

I’d 
use blankets as my kingdom,
crawl around my soft crib,
with blankets like fluffy clouds,

I’d need 
a harry potter pukapuka after bed,
and a softly whispered,
goodnight.

Jharred J
Year 8




If only I could go back

Soft toy panda twice the size of me
Little red balance bike
A million rākau on dad’s 10 acres backyard
Branches creaking like rusty door hinges
Eating devilled sausages like a greedy pig
Eat all of your veggies, Brodie, mum would say
– at least eat half of it
Ice cream at kura

If only I can go back

Brodie
Year 8



My Childhood In Nepal Fades Away As My Life Moves On

football at the pāka
with my cousins

festival dumplings 
with chicken and chilli fillings
 
my mum tells me to eat my kai
without looking at a screen

the rooster’s crow
wakes the neighbourhood

early morning
kite flying on the roof

Sankalpa P
Yr8



In The Past

old mā bear
is now considered childish
a fun picture pukapuka filled with laughter and happiness
is now immature
an animal duvet cover
now plain kāhurangi 
enjoying fun pāngarau sheets
now more complex with confusing letters and symbols
a bed I cried getting into 
is almost impossible to get out of
a cute dress or skirt 
is now jeans and hoodies scented with perfume
keep the heads on your lego people, mama says
a lego room full of adventure 
now has been taken apart
don’t jump from the rākau, papa says
a trampoline, rope swing, monkey bars, high climbing tree
now, the backyard is empty

kei te pehea koe? you ask
I’m missing the past

Ila R
Year 8



My moana 

My moana loves her creatures
My moana loves her stars
My moana loves her people
My moana loves me
Daisy F
Yr8



Friday, 12 September 2025

lightfast, pair, hold, justice, endure

Here are our entries for the 2025 Given Word Poetry Competition. All our poems had to include the five given words: lightfast, pair, hold, justice, endure. See if you can spot them!

 

She Left


We were a perfect pair
We held hands to withstand our despair
She sought justice for our
            friendship
Walked in sync to endure
            our hardship
We were like lightfast fabric
            a bond that never fades
Tears fell under the shade
She was like a sister to me
            we skipped around carefree
On my own now, she found
            a new friend
I guess its just me now
            until the very end…

Ila Rutherfurd



The Pain Experience

I endure this pain
and cry out for justice.
I lost to a game,
holding my lightfast ball.
As I suffer from losing,
sitting alone with my hope
strip off my pair of shoes
and start to give up,
tears well up in my eyes.

Jharred Jacinto


22 February 2011 12:59pm


as I hold time between my palms 
I take a look around

these houses were built to endure centuries
but now they're torn to the ground

a pair of tears rolls down my cheek
I thought I was lightfast, indestructible

but now,
I’m lost
justice slips off of me like a stick of butter


Daisy Forster

Grandad, listen 

Grandad, hold your breath 
Grandad, pair your shoes 
Grandad, endure your justice 
Grandad, listen to me from the heavens
Lightfast hair never fades in the sun



Brodie Morris


The fear of losing

The laughter echoes, a lightfast melody,
in the chambers of my heart, eternally.
As I endure the hardship of grief, 
as I hold onto your ashes
I walk in the ripples of the ocean
thinking of your favourite spot to sit.
A pair of seagulls dive into the shining water
the birds fight for justice 
just like you.
 
Sankalpa Poudel 


 


Thursday, 11 September 2025

Sound Poem

We wrote 'sound poems' inspired by Apirana Taylor's 'haka' poem.


when i hear nan's clock
by Daisy

when i hear the clock
in nan's bedroom
i feel the surroundings start to shift
it makes my body loosen

it is the memory holder
it is an early morning hug
it is nan's slow footsteps
crunching through the snow



when i hear the birdsong
by Sankalpa

when i hear the birdsong
i feel my body relax
it makes my breathing calm and steady

it is a band of flutes
it is the low whistling of the wind
it is my mum's conversation





Flash Fiction

Enjoy reading these flash fiction pieces by our very clever Year 8 writers:


Grandma's Early Work in Nepal
by Sankalpa 

The rooster’s crowing wakes the neighbourhood. Grandma gets up, feeds the buffalo and milks her. Grandma’s face is wrinkled and she wears plastic gloves. The buffalo’s tail is curled, its horns are thin and short. She flicks her tail and snorts. 

When Grandma finishes with the buffalo she carefully brings the bucket full of milk up two flights of stairs. The door squeaks like a hungry bat. She opens the fridge and puts the bucket in. She sits on the battered old couch and waits for the rest of the house to wake.



Early Days
by Ila R

Arihi marvels at the stunning Southern Alps. Soft snow drapes the mountains like a blanket. Arihi talks the whole way to her older brother Koa, until she starts eating.

Arihi stares out the car window, picturing skimming rocks across the lake and jumping in the hot pools, disturbing everyone around them. Now, Koa is telling Arihi about the infamous stone grill through their makeshift wall of pillows separating their two designated seats. 

“Koa, look! I see our Tekapо̄ house! Koa look!” Arihi shouts, grabbing Koa’s shoulder.

“ I see it, I see, Arihi. Put your seatbelt back on!” Koa says. 

Koa reaches over to Arihi's seatbelt. “Hey! You're on my side!” Arihi wails.

“Look, we’re here!” Koa says, distracting Arihi.

The car comes to an abrupt halt. Arihi sprints out of the car and into their holiday home wanting to claim her bedroom before Koa. Koa grabs Arihi's belongings she’d discarded on the stone driveaway. 

Soon, Arihi and Koa will be looking out those same windows weeks later. Once snow-covered mountains will be green, blooming with the new life of spring flowers.



Ice-cream at School
by Brodie M

Ice-cream at school is still my dream. I remember ice-cream at 5 years old in those little kid cones during class time. Sitting on the little blue benches with the rest of the class until out of nowhere I was pushed off the bench and still managed to save my ice cream. Ice-cream dripped all over my hands, melting from the hot sun. I slurped it all up off my little fingers. It’s a struggle to stay focussed in Miss Aiken’s math class… if only I could go back to being that 5 year old.



Marker on the wall
by Daisy F

The marker in my hand drags across the white wall. My brother stares at me. “Mom!” he screams and runs away. I freeze momentarily. 

Mom stomps down the hall. “Who did this?!” she interrogates. 

My fingers shake, my cheeks turn numb. I point to Alfie.



Tuesday, 26 August 2025

Cat Poems published on Poetry Box!

Congratulations to Daisy, Isla, Jharred and Sankalpa who have all had their cat poems selected by Paula Green as favourites! All four poems have been published on Poetry Box.They can consider themselves e-published poets! Woohoo!

https://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com/2025/08/26/poetry-box-popup-challenge-some-favourite-cat-poems/


Twinkles

his green glowing eyes stare me down
his walk is pure sass
his fat tail swings in the frosty wind
his fur is no longer black
his hiss is like a snake
his claws drag along the new couch
his smile turns into a smirk
his paws leap towards me
TWINKLES, how rude!

Daisy F, 12yrs, Yr8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Cat’s Catalogue

My cat wakes up at dawn
It eats in the morning
It cuddles at noon,
It meows in the afternoon,
like it’s trying to talk to me.
It purrs like an engine at dusk,
It chases me in the evening like I’m its last food.
It sneaks into the night like a spy.
It sleeps at midnight.

by Jharred JY8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

A Tangle of Terror

Its chubby face looks like your companion,
it grooms itself innocently,

but…

its sharp claws dig into its prey,
devilish eyes gaze into their souls

Sankalpa P. Yr 8, 13 years, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Moose

Bringing birds inside
What are you doing?
Side-ways walking down the hallway
What are you doing?
Eating like you have never been fed
What are you doing?
Attacking birds left and right
What are you doing?
Constantly staring out the window
What are you doing?
Searching for a bunny that is no longer with us

What are you-
Oh…
“You want Waffles back!”

Ila R, 12yrs, Year 8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School



Thursday, 26 September 2024

More Given Word Poems

Here are a few more poems written for the Given Word Poetry Competition, from our senior poets. See if you can spot all five of the Given Words, which had to be included: feather, whisper, time, eat, PHANTASMAGORIA.

                                      
Titanic

I look up at the ship of dreams
or is it just a 
phantasmagoria

Is it there – but I can hear the 
whispers of excitement 
ladies wearing feather and tulle hats  
and leather shoes stomping around

I look at my ticket then check the time
should I go on – or go to
The Grapes
to grab something to
eat,
or maybe a final drink?

By Daisy



The Beach is a Phantasmagoria

The beach is a phantasmagoria,
a fantastic fantasy in an auditorium. 
As the waves eat at the sand 
I hear a faint whisper 
almost like my elder sister. 

Time is flying fast now
although I don't know how. 
As a feather brushes past my nose 
I forget all my foes. 

The perfect place to start from scratch
as I look over my shoulder 
at the joyful bach.
It's easy to stay but hard to go . . . 

By: Mila C


Hallucination

Phantoms
Hovering
Above
New Zealand
The wind whispers like 
A
Snake as it eats 
Mice one
At a time,
Griffins with golden feathers swoop down,
Orcas 
Racing
In the crashing waves 
At the beach

by Perez S






PHANTASMAGORIA AT THE GOLF COURSE


Purple dazzling feathers

Happily falling from the
Aquarium roof in the
Night sky
Ticking off time
As we eat
Spinach with a lovely scent of
Mild mint sauce, all
At the
Golf course cafe
Observing every little thing while my dad is
Racing my sister
In
A one hundred metre spring race



by Brodie M


 

As Night Ate the Day


As night ate the day

And the sun went away,

While looking up there

In the world where,

I remember a story

In my history.


Where stars twinkle and dance

I hear a whisper

with my lovely sister,


We’re having a magical time

We feel like birds in warm feathers

in a phantasmagoria dream


by Victoria K


Thursday, 1 July 2021

List Poems

 We have been experimenting with List Poems. We each picked a category - some chose a colour, some chose 'tiny things', some chose 'fast' or 'slow' things. 

We brainstormed to come up with a list of objects that fitted into that particular category. We then added some detail to each object. An adjective (describing word), a verb (action word), or perhaps a simile. 

I learn so much from my wonderful writers... they never cease to amaze me with their wealth of knowledge and experience, and their unique way of looking at the world. I love the way they weave these treasures into their writing.

This week I learnt that a John Deere 9R-540 tractor has a 13.6 litre engine and that the super giant star called Rigel is 860 light years from Earth! I absolutely love the simile from Desmond, comparing lines in a school exercise book to human veins. Brilliant!

Check out some of our list poems, hanging on the wall in the Writing Club Room:


Black:

a grippy tyre
a grippy tyre rolling

soft creased leather shoe
matariki night scaring me

smooth ink writing poems
my shadow copying

a cook racing car dashing
frizzy, long hair

by Antonio


Fast:

racing cars, smoking tyres
slender cheetah sprinting
Isuzu truck, roaring like a tiger
John Deere 9R 540's loud 13.6 litre engine
motorbike spinning its muddy wheels
blinking, winking, a pounding heart
speedy Sophie Pascoe
freestyling 200 metres

by Hayden


Slow...
newborn baby, wiggling tiny fingers
frustrating traffic jams in the city
soft shell turtle eating a goldfish
tiny snail slithering
difficult maths test in room 8
green and blue Earth rotates

by Gemma



Yellow:
buttered popcorn popping
sunflowers rising
like calm dancers
.
bees buzzing
hot fire sizzling
like loud lions roaring

by Daisy



Fast:

no traffic jams
cars racing
camouflaged cheetahs, black spots

strong wind
small leaves swishing
like waves

blinking people
beating heart
tough athletes sprinting
to the finish line

by Elise


Blue:

clear sky
oceans, smooth as plastic

Rigel, super giant,
860 light years from earth

straight lines in schoolbooks,
like veins

by Desmond