Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Salty Children

02.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Pupils |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Salty Children are classroom spice
important flavour in our life,
Salty Children turn white when shaken,
and enjoy sizzling bacon,
Salty Children like small spaces
but grind their teeth with angry faces,
Salty Children love melting snow
dancing in drifts makes them glow,
They love sunbathing on hot beaches
leaving white outlines
where their body leaches,
Salty Children are often
misunderstood
when people expect
sugar sweet good,
Adding weight is not
their thing
Zest and zing
is what they bring.

WALT: to write a strong poem in the style of the "mismatched poetry" form and demonstrating command of some literary devices.

Success criteria:

To choose a mismatched noun paired with an adjective or verb.
Able to deliberately use and describe two literary devices within my poem.
Create a list of mismatched phrases and choose the best 6-8
Able to craft the phrases together and break lines in well thought out places,
Be able to publish the poem with illustrations that follow creative commons zero guidelines.

I used the literacy devices of metaphors, alliteration, repetition and finished with simple rhyme to emphasise my final point.

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Light

04.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Pupils Written by: W Grieve

Emitted and absorbed
light,
obvious and mysterious,
These glimpses
create more questions.

Surface afterglows,
in evening air
Sunset,
now
gloomy place
colours removed.
City lights glow
sky masking
three thousand
hesitant pinpricks,
Cosmic energy
flung
clusters and scatters
Universe wide.

Particles float on
turbulent atmosphere,
Light is bent,
Stars twinkle.

This poem came from a search at first on light, then sunrises and finally stars.
WALT: To write a poem that communicates creatively my thoughts.
Success Criteria:

The words we pick fit together
The ideas work together line by line
To use punctuation to enhance the meaning and help the reader.
I have added my own thoughts to put in my voice.
To credit the sources that I used.

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Morning Snapshot

11.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Pupils |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Cold morning soldiers
of dew and mist
guard the autumn sunrise
and silently creep
over walls and gardens,
the last few flowers
nearly yawning
an awakening birth,
Time is paused in
grey moments,
somehow
suspended between
stolen nights and fleeting days,
rust leaves stir sleepily
sharing quiet whispers
too afraid to
break the hush.
A car door slams
and engine coughs,
reluctantly turning over,
it noisily revs off
doppler decreasing
and silence descends again…

too late
daybreak magic has been lost,
the frozen moment thaws
and a myriad noises
clamber upwards
into the fading mist.

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Storm Tent

04.04.2017 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Scattered red, grey nylon tents,
cheerful on grass patch clearing,
surrounded by shadowy native bush,
thin five millimetre pegs
gingerly gripping stony soil.

BBQ burger eaten,
Sleeping bag ready,
Pillow ready,
Snooze ready,
And the grey sky
begins its torment.

Bare foot through puddles to outdoor sink
Teeth now toothpaste fresh ready,
Paddle back to tent,
mud flecks appearing on toes.

Carefully creep into tent,
trying to avoid dragging
rain water inside,
but drops gather
holding hands
on doorway floor entrance,
laughing at my attempt.

Cocooned in sleeping bag,
only pummelling rain can be heard,
the "haven't had rain like this
in ten years" deluge.

I smile,
snuggle deeper
mind embracing the storm,
I will survive
wind ripping at tent,
rain, ground water searching
seeking to drip inside.
Sleep envelops my thoughts,
the storm backgrounds
to dreams of mountain biking
through brown water puddles!

WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
Short simple thoughts, one per line
Unnecessary and small words cut out.

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Drizzle Soak

04.04.2016 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Wet cold
Rain fingers
find holes,
clothes tightened
hunched smaller
head down,
hair trickles
eyes watch
puddle captures
Winter drizzle.

WALT: To write a poem to communicate how we can summarise thoughts two words at a time.
Success Criteria:

I have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed.
Paired words intentionally and carefully
Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft.
I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s.
I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus.
I can use and credit Creative Commons images.

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A Poem is Not

04.04.2016 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

A poem is not a chair, but it can make you comfortable.
A poem is not a fridge, but it can leave you cold.
A poem is not microwave, but it can heat the soul.
A poem is not a carpet, but it covers life's flaws.
A poem is not a curled cat, but it can make you feel warmth.
A poem is not a LED screen, but it entertains.
A poem is not a door, but it can open alternative thoughts.
A poem is not a pathway, but it can take you to new places.
A poem is not a gate, but it can break holes in barriers.
A poem is not a pavement, but it can crack you up.
A poem is not a flower, but it blooms ideas.
A poem is not fresh-air, but it expands mind-lungs.
A poem is not a walk, but exercises aspirations.
A poem is not a scurrying ant, but embraces curiosity.
A poem is not the dappled sun, but it powers creativity.
A poem is not the universe, but it always expands the reader.
A poem is not a bus-stop, but is an alternative beginning.

WALT: To write a poem to communicate how poetry can be fun to play with words and to entertain people with it.

Success Criteria:
* I have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed.
* Place in the poem two thoughts about 'me'.
* Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft.
* I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s.
* I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus.
* I can use and credit Creative Commons images.

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Science research turns into children poetry

Cloud Watching

04.04.2016 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Cloud watching,
formation fun,
Puffy domed tops,
wisp layers,
vapour floating,
condensed atmosphere,
Science whiteness
bringing ever-changing imagination,
Cloud Gallery.

This poem came from research about clouds from this website.
WALT:
To write a poem that communicates creatively my thoughts and research.

Success Criteria:

The words we pick fit together
The ideas work together line by line
To use punctuation to enhance the meaning and help the reader.
I have added my own thoughts to put in my voice.
To credit the sources that I used.

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Trapped

04.04.2016 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Mother
Three young mouths
Meagre hope
Threadbare cupboards
Shanty corrugated cage
Husband taken
Cholera's 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.

Success 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

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Memory Fragments

02.04.2016 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Pupils |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

Remembered instants
heartbeats of significance,
recognition and recall
memories shared,
thoughts painted in our relationship
capturing the moments:
we laughed together,
paused together,
dreamed together,
looked at life together
through time's eye.

These memories
make us
fully human,
alive to the best and worst
of who we are.

Even as we remember
do the memories change?
Elusive wisps of clouds
morphing into different colours
and shapes,
changing our thoughts
feelings of treasured minutes
or painful pasts.

Credits:
Image from:
Pixabay.com
Poetry Type
Found Poem (small ideas from text print)

Ideas from:
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/memories
http://www.human-memory.net/
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/how-our-brains-make-memories-14466850/?no-ist

WALT:
To create a poem that captures what memories mean to people so your readers feel your emotion and thinking.

Writing with Pupils Success Criteria:
The words we pick fit together
The ideas work together line by line
To use punctuation to enhance the meaning and help the reader.
I have added my own thoughts to put in my voice.
To credit the sources that I used.

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Seagull

10.01.2016 Filed in: Poetry |Pupils |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Freedom symbol
soaring wings

Annoying in duckpond
snatching bread from ducks

Hammerdrill screech
killing positive thought

Jaunty red beak
Clean white dress feathers

Filth grubber
mounded refuse tip

Flocks wheeling
strength in numbers

Beady eye drama
Watching opportunity

Bird
Human

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ANZAC

11.04.2015 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Pupils Written by: W Grieve

White crosses
contrast to
Neat cut grass,
Buried memories.

Poppy fields
Blood red petals
Black heart centres,
Flower life tributes,
We remember:
Pain, sacrifice, pride,
courage,
mud soaked comradeship,
Betrayal, dark fear, numbness,
Shrieks of explosions
Broken cries,
Shattered lives,
Shattered limbs,
Shattered minds,
Incomprehensible carnage.

My soul embraces
emotion questions that
challenge the now.

In the stillness...
Mutilated reflections of
Ultimate price.

Blood poured out
Life given
Life lifted.
Life received.

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Hail

04.04.2015 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

It started...
just a tickle of noise
transferred through tin roof,
then thundered louder
as white marbles hit,
bouncing also on tarmac.

Boys faces lit with excitement,
bodies quivered
and reading Animal Farm was lost.

Faces scrunched against windows,
Asked for
Release,
Set free
they ran into the pain
shirt soaked
wanting to experience
hailstones on heads
Crazy moments at school.

WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
Short simple thoughts, one per line
Unnecessary and small words cut out.

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Egyptian Canterbury

04.04.2014 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

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
multinational trendrils
cut money from Canterbury.
In power
a party, a prime minister
and media bombardment of public relations.

WALT:
To communicate experiences, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

Showing understanding of Ancient Egyptians and us today.
Focus on strong adjectives
Use a wide range of contrasts in the poem
Use commas to set the rhythm of the poem
Short interesting thoughts, one per line
Unnecessary and small words cut out.

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Same Different

04.04.2014 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

My beard stubble is grey
your chin is young smooth
but we all look the same
to an alien.
I'm taller
You're shorter
but we're both small
in front of basketball player towers,
and never ending space.

I like touch rugby,
thinking about God,
my gorgeous wife and children,
opening my eyes to new things
and a thousand other likes,
Your thousand passions
are as different as sand grains,
but we both have tastes.

I hate graffiti
the civil war in that country
Not being able to connect with others,
Your hates are
as different to mine
as snow flake patterns.

If everyone was the same
our colour would be grey
and if nobody understood differences
our colour would be black
Can we be rainbows?

WALT:
To communicate experiences, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves
Use a wide range of contrasts in the poem
Use commas to set the rhythm of the poem
Short interesting thoughts, one per line
Unnecessary and small words cut out.

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Alive in the Storm

04.04.2014 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

It starts
with a whisper
a rustle of leaves
breathed on by wind,
Scudding clouds arrive
gusts slam
branches protest,
bending pain to grey black clouds.
Tree fingers are broken
falling slain to sodden grass.
Rain knives slash
from overloaded buckets
driving deep into my clothes.
I stand
waiting for a bus,
Cold, excited
loving the whipped movements,
the power,
the storm.

WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
Use commas to set the rhythm of the poem
Short interesting thoughts, one per line
Unnecessary and small words cut out.

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Bush Shadows

04.04.2014 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

On inside rain-trapped days....

My eyes remember
Bush dark ferns, manuka trunks,
Sunlight strokes,
Shaping shadows,
My feet remember
dirt track, dust covered boots,
My face remembers
light breeze just stirring,
My body remembers
stationary silence- leaning to beauty,
My heart, my mind remembers
peaceful colours, tranquil contrasts.

Sunset dips,
Night bucket fills,
Painting black.

WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
To capture a memory using the 'feeling' sense mainly.
Short simple thoughts, one per line
To use ellipsis (can be used to indicate a pause in the flow of a sentence), fullstops and capital letters.
Unnecessary and small words cut out.

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Mirror, Mirror

04.04.2014 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

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.

WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
Capture an objects point-of-view
Short simple thoughts, one per line
Unnecessary and small words cut out.

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Light

04.04.2014 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Emitted and absorbed
light
obvious and mysterious,
These glimpses
create more questions.

Surface afterglows,
in evening air
Sunset,
now
gloomy place
colours removed.
City lights glow
sky masking
three thousand
hesitant pinpricks,
Cosmic energy
flung
clusters and scatters
Universe wide.

Particles float on
turbulent atmosphere,
Light is bent,
Stars twinkle.

This poem came from a search at first on light, then sunrises and finally stars.

WALT:
To write a poem that communicates creatively my thoughts and research.

Success Criteria:

The words we pick fit together
The ideas work together line by line
To use punctuation to enhance the meaning and help the reader.
I have added my own thoughts to put in my voice.
To credit the sources that I used.

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Chestnut Fun

04.05.2013 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Pupils Written by: W Grieve

Success Criteria: Poem written in Diamante form, high level choice of words used, captures the experience in words, designed with picture using great DTP techniques and skill.

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6:30 AM Refugee

04.05.2013 Filed in: Story |Seeker | Written by: W Grieve

A 6:30 am refugee from our warm kitchen, I was thinking about how invisible blocks in the mind can stop you from trying something new. I had just emerged from the changing shed into the dark, having decided to give the outside fifty metre pool a try instead of the usual twenty five metre that I swam. As I walked across the tiles, I looked for a place that was open enough to view from the pool, to place my gear bag there. The signs around Jellie Park warned you about thieves although I thought thieves wouldn't be good at getting up this early for physical exercise.

The chlorine from the pool was rising in mist off the surface, mixing in the darkness and floating towards my nose. I then assessed the lanes for one that wasn't too crowded and didn't have someone who was a powerful swimmer who would want to keep passing me. The plastic red and white discs of the lane seperaters dipped from the edge and lead off down both sides into the dimness of the middle lane, the one I had chosen.

I imagined that this pool would be colder than the inside pools but I decided not to think too much about it. Pulling on the rubbery headgear, I fastened my googles with a slap of water from the pool to help seal them, to my face. I dived cleanly into the water.

The cool water crisped up my skin as I free-styled the first twenty. The outside pool was certainly different I discovered as I cleaved through swirling mixes of chilly water and then warmer threads. As I settled into the rhythm of the swimming lane I learned that the mental block I had about the pool was only a minor eddy in the whirlpool of life. The fifty metre was great. The tower lights dappled the bottom of the pool in patterns, you don't have to turn direction so often and it was much quieter than the inside pool, just the tempo sounds of my inhaling, fingertips hitting the water and exhaling underwater.

Half-way through the swim I said a cheery good morning to the hawk on the metal ladder tower who was huddled in her red and black jacket against the chilled air. The sunrise was creeping up behind her back and across the silhouette of the pool buildings and starting to hit the tops of the trees around the pool. The light patterns on the pool floor through my googles were even more interesting. Just the thing I like on a long swim, a few thoughts floating through the depths in my mind, but nothing serious.

As I picked up my bag and looked back at the pool the sunrise was hardening a line of light halfway down the trees and the water was gaining blue colour in response. Two kilometres of exercise finished and a new experience started, not world shattering but I gratefully decided that the fifty metre was good times that would be repeated.

[Success Criteria: In this recount writing we tried to use the five senses and some similes. We focused on telling a story, and slowing down the action. Some of us tried to use good sound words also.]

Tags: swimming, pupils, fitness, recount, pov

Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

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Salty Children

Light

Morning Snapshot

Storm Tent

Drizzle Soak

A Poem is Not

Cloud Watching

Trapped

Memory Fragments

Seagull

ANZAC

Hail

Egyptian Canterbury

Same Different

Alive in the Storm

Bush Shadows

Mirror, Mirror

Light

Chestnut Fun

6:30 AM Refugee