Vavau and Haapai - Falepapalangi

My longing is told to the wind;
Is it a thing in which one may joy,
That in this land we abide?
Fair beckons the strand of Keitahi,¹
And the wave-beat of Tausisivatvaki¹—
Who is there content to stay here?

How I love her way - Tangatailoa

How I love her way,
Love her way that is hers alone,
Little green pigeon still unlearned;
The pigeon we’re seeking is a maiden.

A celebration of peace (for Adam Curle) - Konai Helu Thaman

 today we come together

 to read and sing of peace

 lay aside our differences

 rise and greet the breeze

The way ahead - Konai Helu Thaman

we cannot see

far into the distance

neither can we see

what used to stand there

My Dear Hina! - Peni Latu

I shall tell you so that all may know

Of the dream that appeared in my mind

My most precious bread cast upon the water

Drifting further afar and into oblivion

When we tell - Loa Niumeitolu

I know English was brought
by White people to our country.

Blood in the Kava Bowl - Epeli Hauʻofa

In the twilight we sit drinking kava
from the bowl between us.
Who we are we know and need not say
for the soul we share came from Vaihi.