The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.
Sigh makers they close on the beach
at high tide, the horizon shivers the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.
Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow.
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines.
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off
to the mud flats of Carolina.
First Published Eunoia Review January 2015
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
I swim to an unknown rocky strand, marooned by the captain's hand,
Up on the barren shore I stand, up on the wave-washed sand.
The sandpipers dance a saraband; could I like the birds withstand?
Held by the bars of a coral band, alone in a rocky land.
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Now I am walking.
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
in the clouds going by
by the seashore
open your eyes
and you shall see more
of the world's magik
in front of your face
why oh why
would I ever replace
the memory of that foamy sea
crashing onto the shore
while the seagulls are laughing
with the children once more
who feed them with eyes full of wonder
to their curious delight
seashells from dead oysters
shine of the moon's pale sea light
as they mate like the birds and the bees
my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.
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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing down...as a Winter blanket!
Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Island swells!
An ancient...lantern...an orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes!
Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!
A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending down...as an
Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall!
The gentle swaying...of a love song...as a symphony...between the trees...
And the wind!
The chant of aloha...an ancient land...of love...and legend!
Flowers...as a...misting rain...of glorious...and...varied...puffing clouds!
Rain-forests...cloaked admist...the trickling sounds...of pebbled-ebbing...
A cacophany...of feathered...flight...swaying as the silken hands...
Of the tender...billowing clouds!
Endless beauty...magnificient...to behold...a trail of legend...and lore!
White sand beaches...pitched sands...softened...by Pacific Island...swells!
A voyager's...storied discovery...of an ancient...royal land...of peace...and love!
From chalked...and hued...canyons...to bluish...green...waterfalls!
The land of aloha...a dream...a lover...and a...friend!
Never...to leave...a heart of diamonds...and a...soul...to live forever!
My Hawaii...my...lover...of old...and...my children's...children...forever!
Poet's Own Notes:
Royal Ohana of Kealoha, a 'crested' motto, "Spirit and soul...mind and body...
forever vested in the character and nature of the Hawaiian Islands and people!"
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.
Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.
Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.
11 August 2014 @ 1
It started with the sun
casting colors on the sand, sun
pointing cowry shells – golden baked
An old seagull by the sea watches me collect
a gathering of shells to string around your neck
There are feathers scattered
and I weave them between my collection
of earth and sea - softness and smiles
From God - to sea and sand - to bird - me
Our gathering - an Offering
As our little old bird watches by seaweed freshly brought
sharing in this joyful weaving - for you.
First published: Dual Coast
the seed caste onto the stone, and
in seed it is on it's own
never to stretch root, or
finding the thinnest stress to
pregnant ground and
the seed caste onto the stone
though no shape will it ever go
oblong roll along a stony
until it is split sent into the high-
and sent again