A couple of Poems

This is about riding my bike up to the top of the Piha Hill - I like the rhyming in this !

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Its a long slow pull
Up the Piha Hill
As this old bike of mine
Travels up the incline

My thigh muscles start to burn
And my tummy is a-churn
As I struggle my way
Up the hill this day

My breath comes quick
And my brow is slick
With sweat thats wet
And I'm not there yet

I will reach the top
Then I can stop
This pushing of the cranks will end
Just past this bend
And that will be a God-send
At the top of the Piha Hill.

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And here's a deeper one from Mimiwhangata

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I've been beaming
like the sun in our sky
Smiling
Like the heavens have opened
Rain falls
From above, to the ground
Which is gasping, dry

I've been seeming
To look into my heart
Soul talks in soft colours
Smiling
At my ego, which drives
Fears, loathings, and the macho
From my love to the child
which is grasping, cry

I've been bleeding
like the colours of the day
long tears of hope
Smiling
As my eyes water
the withered flowers that survive
In the temple of my soul.