NaPoMo NZ Day 13 - confessional

[just mercedes]

Rules: Write a poem for NZ national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for NZ National Poetry Month. 


Topic 13: Write a confessional poem, somehow referencing NZ,  where nothing is true. 

[Video: https://youtu.be/prcx70v-H6w]


 
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

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Why do you call me Hine-nui-te-Pō?
 
 
On my side of the cave
I’m Goddess of light, of life,
the colour yellow in sunrise.
 
It wasn’t me who made man mortal.
That worm Maui made no complaints
about teeth in my vagina,
 
so eager to possess me
he hadn’t thought of needing
an exit.
 
I crunched him like
a huhu grub
between my teeth.
 
Sweet as.
 
 
 

[Todd]

God-Shaped Hole

I’m told I have a God-shaped hole,
an empty place inside where eternity
has stilled my restless ticking.

There’s been no bleeding, no stigmata.
It sits empty like a seldom-used pocket
to hold echoes of memories, a deja vu
wrapped in bright string.

I wonder if the hole is expanding
like the universe. Did it start 
as a bullet hole, a divine drive-by shooting?

Is it the size of the car the shooter jumped into to escape?
If God touched me with His finger,
it would be like being poked by New Zealand.

I’m told God is three inches taller
than Kenneth Copeland. It’s obvious
if you trace both of their hands on paper.

That would make God six inches taller than I am.
It explains why my bones creak
when he steps inside 
and stands to His full height.

[just mercedes]

Todd: Your final stanza is like icing on a cake. Good poem, great finish.

The real creation


The brothers score some very vicious P.
The club-house reeks, but they can’t smell a thing.
There’s sweat, and piss in corners, dirty feet,
miasmic rot, like teeth and sulphur springs.

Young Tane’s task; he has to fuck the girl
who’s buried in the dirt before the door.
Initiation’s tough - give it a whirl!
and poke some life back in her, like before.

Her puapua opened up, she slept
as in he slipped, and pumped, until his seed
passed into her. He hardly paused, but kept
on rutting, ‘til she stirred, and gave a sneeze.

So P created women from the earth
to live in Gangland, serve the men, give birth

[Todd]

Good write, Mercedes. It's a modern take on the interesting cosmology. visceral. This has been fun especially looking for ways to put an NZ reference or element.

[just mercedes]

Good write, Mercedes. It's a modern take on the interesting cosmology. visceral. This has been fun especially looking for ways to put an NZ reference or element.

You're doing really well at it! You sound like a native, almost.

[Anna]

So, 
she got onto the bus in Alaska 
and sailed across 
to the land of the hobbit 

she found a hobbit 
and a community of hobbits 

she then wanted to visit the elves 
and had to ask each of them if they could 

none were Frodo or Sam Gamgee 
so she wished upon a shooting star 
that she could find Gandalf 
but she found the mad Hatter 
and it all began to make sense 


she adopted a dog and a cat 
then got onto the old bus 
drove across oceans 
to Egypt 

found the Pharaohs 
had a line of descendants 
found a child with songs 
another with wings 
they drove across the Nile 
and into the Amazon 

sometimes the wine goes 
to the head, sometimes 
it slips away into legends 
she is a teetotaller 
and the teeth on that old bus 
just fell off into the sky 

now what the heck am I writing 
maybe fantasia is more fun 
real life more sombre 
life is more than just gestation 
pregnancy or abortion 
of dreams and desires

[vagabond]

the other side of the globe

i´ve been to new zealand
when i saw it was advertised
as a paradise
which makes sense
because eden is usually far away.
it is some place to store my faith
in beauty and freedom,
so i´ve been to new zealand
but always they´re gone
when the journey is done.

[just mercedes]

Anna - what a great trip! Vagabond - beauty and freedom - as always, a vision that retreats, as you try to get closer.

[CRNDLSM]

Forgive me father for i have sinned.
Today a clerk gave me too much change
and I kept it, knowing she could get in trouble.
I used your name in vain, several times
when I was pulled over for not stopping all the way.
And I lied to the police officer.  I said I pooped my pants
and was almost home but I had just left the house
where I cheated on my wife, with a prostitute
who died, because I gave her too much heroin.
Then I killed her pet kea because I thought they could talk.
I'm a terrible person, it's eating my soul, I'll do anything
to get this weight off my chest.  Please father
I see I did wrong and I won't do it again.
What am I saying, I wont change.

[just mercedes]

CRNDL - I feel sorrier for the kea than for the prostitute. Cool write!

[vagabond]

Anna - what a great trip! Vagabond - beauty and freedom - as always, a vision that retreats, as you try to get closer.

oh! i thought it was meant to be a poem where nothing is true : )

[kolemath]

New Zealand’s Landscapes

Its shorelines haven’t risen 16 meters in a century.
Emissions haven’t increased 100% in two decades.
1,048,993 tons of waste weren’t generated by the residential sector in a year.
The water’s not polluted in Canterbury from the dairy industry.
Hydraulic fracturing hasn’t happened for over 27 years.
Wildlife smugglers of rare endangered species are nowhere in sight.
The Tui mine isn’t the most contaminated site in the country.

But just look at those landscapes.

[billy]

some great stuff going on in the NZ threads