Winiata’s Blog

The sparkling stream drifts quietly past the smooth rocks.

It flows gently towards the crashing waves of the rugged coastline.

Like an eagle soaring high above the floating clouds.

Drifting back and forth as it wanders on it’s life-long journey.

Hands slapping gleefully upon saturated mirror-like surface.

Blowing tiny bubbles of laughter beneath the ripples.

Leaping bravely into blue plastic-lined paradise.

Dive down deep and listen to the humming in your ears.

Cruising the waves on a long, sleek, stream-lined plank.

Dipping hands, kicking feet, taking the direct route out to open sea.

Closely examining the horizon for that perfect swell of water.

Waiting for the full force of that thrusting motion, the ultimate challenge.

Delicate droplets of rain falling on the slippery wet grass.

Trickling together into small brook, then into larger waterway.

Searing hot sun evaporates wet particles into clouds of moisture.

Rising up into the ever-changing atmosphere where chilling cold air lingers.

Evil is the foulest creature in the world. His parents are Vile and Viscous. Evil’s only brother is Wicked. His wife’s name is Cruel and his daring son is Malicious. He wears a coal-black hooded cloak smeared with innocent people’s blood. Evil has two red horns sticking out of his forehead like the lead of newly sharpened pencils. His dark blue eyes are hidden from mortal beings.

Evil lives in a haunted castle at the end of the street, opposite the town’s cemetery. He works from home, master-minding plans to take over the world. But he is doomed to failure, because he always ends up being discovered. His wife Cruel works nightshift at a morgue to earn money because Evil cannot hold down a proper job.

Although Evil might not seem black hearted, he most certainly is. In his younger days, he was so devilish that he was expelled from school. Following that he was thrown out of his house. Then the authorities drove him out of town. After that he withdrew into the wilderness to live, nay exist as an unhealthy sinner suffering with unbearable pain. He learned revolting ways to behave, developing into a troublesome demon. Even now Evil dwells on the dark side, always looking for ways to disrupt and destroy.

Evil is what you feel when you are the victim in a miscarriage of justice. He is what you think about when someone betrays you and you have the uncontrollable urge to seek revenge. Evil is what you see when you look into the eyes of the despicable prisoners on death row. Evil’s force surrounds you when you are in a deep dark abyss and no-one or nothing can save you.

Beware of the destruction of Evil, he is hovering just beyond the light, and he can come for you……..when you least expect it.

Power’s brother is Might. His sister is Skill. His mother and father are Talent and Energy. He is the husband of Boss, has a daughter and son with the names Rule and Force. Power wears a blue tuxedo. He drives a V16 Supercharged Porsche. He has shiny brown hair with a neatly trimmed beard.

Power spends his work days leading his computer network company. He is the 7th richest man in the world, and has the authority of a king. He employs 1,400o people in eight major centres around the world.

After work, power walks his German Shepherd in the park. He strides vigorously for 5 kilometres. He returns home to have a nutritious dinner with his family Boss, Rule and Force. Power’s favourite sport is Squash, speed-skating, and he relaxes by participating in international extreme sports competitions.

Power is the enemy of Weakness, and he despises it. His life’s work is to strengthen and sustain those people around him.He searches out places and people who are the weakest link, and then he finds a way to improve them. If he cannot improve them, then he must eliminate them from his empire.

Power’s closest friends are Authority, Control, Dominance and Influence. They are the four chief executives in his chain of companies.They oversee the eight major centres around the world – New York, London, Paris, Geneva, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Singapore, and Brisbane.

I am the YELLOW, and the YELLOW is ME

As warm as the sun while the earth rotates around it

As bright as the light shining from my bedroom lamp

As dry as a leaf when the crisp autumn takes over

As yummy as a yolk when I crack open my morning egg

As thin as each yellow page in the back of the phone book

As fast as the bus trying to get around town on schedule

As mature as a petal on a friendly sunflower

As soft as the peel of a half-eaten banana

As important as the daffodil is to the cancer society

As tasty as corn accompanied by melted butter

As loving as the ribbon ‘round the old oak tree

As juicy as the centre of a fresh slice of pineapple

As bold as the road sign warning drivers to slow down

As beneficial as one of De Bono’s six thinking hats

Te Papa

Sparkling jewellery, precious shiny stones

High school students wandering freely around

 Peace, love, and flower power on the hippie van

Searing hot rock at the core of our planet

An earth-moving experience where everything rumbles

Native birds beckon from lofty trees

Eyes into the past through the Treaty of Waitangi

Our tipuna stand among us, looking down upon the crowd

Making men into mummies with tongs and other ancient tools

Embalmed with fragrant oils and spices

While caskets await their eternal demise 

Step back in time to an era of olden day kiwiana

When life was simple and carefree

Rock  Climbing and Abseiling

First thoughts were “Can I DO this?” as I slipped on my harness

Wind whistling around us, waves crashing on to the rocks below

Shaking as I clung perilously to the cliff face

The dangling rope my only life-line to safety

Thank goodness for friends below, cheering me on

Struggling and straining to reach the top

Paired up for the big descent

Locked into the harness and grimacing

For that moment as my image was frozen in time

Cautiously backwards down the rock-face

Glance down at the people below to see how far to go

Can’t see anyone, just….don’t ….freak….out!!!

Trusting others as I am lowered over a ledge

Speed controlled by an out-of-sight operator

Feel my hands go weak as my body tenses up

Cripes, WHERE is the GROUND???

Oh finally, touchdown, and I knew I was safe

Click!! – another photo, this time of sheer relief