Glen Innes Friday Night
It’s dark in GI
And there’s no one to find
On Friday nights
They party all night
People are drunk
From drinking too much
I think she’s in love
With herself for being alone.
She laughs really quiet and talks to herself.
Cars driving by make lots of noise.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night - David Lolohea
Glenn Innes Friday Night
As Thursday finishes
Friday nights begin.
Party spirits are huge.
Girls makeup with boys and other guys
Suddenly the cops arrive
Violence hits the maximum
Family members visit the hospital the very next day.
As Thursday finishes
Friday nights begin.
Party spirits are huge.
Girls makeup with boys and other guys
Suddenly the cops arrive
Violence hits the maximum
Family members visit the hospital the very next day.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night
10 TFe read Porirua Friday Night by New Zealand performance poet Sam Hunt. We then wrote our own poems about Friday nights where we lived.
Here is the original poem...
Porirua Friday Night
Acne blossoms scarlet on their cheeks,
These kids up Prirua East…
Pinned across this young girl’s breast
A name tag on a supermarket badge;
A city-sky blue smock.
Her face unclenches like a fist.
Fourteen when I met her firat
A year ago, she’s now left school,
Going with the boy
She hopes will marry her next year.
I asked her if she found it hard
Working in the store these Friday nights
When friends are on the town.
She never heard:
But went on, rather, talking of
The house her man had put
A first deposit on
And what it’s like to be in love.
Sam Hunt
Here is the original poem...
Porirua Friday Night
Acne blossoms scarlet on their cheeks,
These kids up Prirua East…
Pinned across this young girl’s breast
A name tag on a supermarket badge;
A city-sky blue smock.
Her face unclenches like a fist.
Fourteen when I met her firat
A year ago, she’s now left school,
Going with the boy
She hopes will marry her next year.
I asked her if she found it hard
Working in the store these Friday nights
When friends are on the town.
She never heard:
But went on, rather, talking of
The house her man had put
A first deposit on
And what it’s like to be in love.
Sam Hunt
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Stranz
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Kolotita
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Jonathan
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Deborah
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