This document contains 3 short poems from the perspective of different Auckland suburbs in New Zealand. The first poem describes the sounds and sensations of Mission Bay beach. The second poem depicts the smells of rubber and rubbish in the early morning streets of Manurewa. The third poem is a reflection on feeling humble while walking to school in Pakuranga as the rich stroll by without fear.

1. Octopus Auckland: 10PCK
In the style of Octopus Auckland: Eight Suburbs by Karlo Mila
In mission bay
The beaches move like a plague
It comes and goes
The sound of the tide
Creeps into our ears with
Wailing sounds, whistling in from the wind
The salty water goes
In my mouth as it goes
In more comes out.
(Kenny)
In manurewa
An early morning
For street racers
Rubber smells on roads
Shops flooded with rubbish
Colours come out for trouble
And danger lurks all day.
(Sianna)
In pakuranga
I start the week an early walk to school
The local burn repels wind onto my hair structure
A light leak runs my face sculpture
My tears can almost be heard over the quiet neighbourhood
A humble feeling flows as I see the rich strolling
without fear
(Anthony)
In kelston
Is the doctor
I go to
She is four eyed and red-headed
Never well dressed
With a birth mark on her hand
Her perfume
Fills the room with enjoyment and happiness
Last week she was on her honeymoon
And the man doctor who I saw instead
Sa