A Thing Of Beauty part II
‘The Mother’ The First Generation
The Me alas breaks free
claims my true pedigree
my lineage, my essence
who I was, who I am, who I shall always be
Of two generations après Moi
in awe how they've succeeded
I drink from the fonts of my true nature
Nectar indulging deeply into my delicious sustenance
Quenching a thirst for true belonging
Sturdily balanced upon a steady course
A radiant surge satiates my being
An abundance, a cornucopia of profusions—
my cup runs over—to be savored and shared
upon lips of those who yearn to imbibe
The Me alas breaks free
Ahlla,
Hallo,
Hello
Welcome
Have some
Sweet treat
I am grateful knowing one doesn’t need to live in Hawaii
to embrace the Aloha Spirit
It can help you overcome your anger, bitterness and strife
“Aloha” means harmony, helpfulness and unity…
and it is much more than a greeting…
It is a way of life.
red aloha shirt
with polynesian motif
worn with confidence
Tsunami
Clinging to a tree my might is numb
Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb
to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge
Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge
After the party I woke up on a tropical island
Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand
The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven
We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before
None of which were ones who washed ashore
I heard scrambling voices from below
less those who didn’t survive the deathblow
Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise,
but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly
sirening a crushing noise
Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin
Blood seeps down red rivers running thin
soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers
As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells,
instinctively the islanders help each other through
the fallen landscapes
As the beached turtles struggle in their shells,
who once glided effortlessly in the sea
I know what I must do
Keep with the spirit of aloha
and stay until the sky becomes blue
Then set the turtles free
Inspired by John 3:16 and Luke 11:2-4 from "Da Jesus Book, Hawaii Pidgen, New Testament"
God wen got so plenny an aloha fo da peopo inside da world wood hav dis prayer fo us:
“My chillin
Who hav aloha fo da Great Modda Earth,
treat Her as if She in My Heaven.
Sacred are da souls of evabody who are My creation.
Eat, dance an be merry!
Fo I provide all good kine stuff fo you.
Fo I give you food fo today an evaday.
Let go all da shame an all da bad kine stuff you do to yo brudda.
An Jalike let da odda guy go an no stay hulu at him
fo all da bad kine stuff he do.
No let any chance to do bad kine stuff
Fo Mine is da Kingdom, an da Power
An da Glory fo eva an eva . . .
Aloha!”
Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Fanning breath stirs the heavily laden;
transforms and redraws like playful charades,
prepping, and grooming, all the misshapen.
A pastor's mural paints pure from trespass,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Prismatic design grounds tell-tale stained glass
and forest steeples are Redwood's crusades.
Kids taking the plunge, multihued cascades,
succumb to trampling and crushing horseplay.
Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades,
the bejeweled waits: Sunday's white bouquet.
Awe striking vista blessing amble eyes,
bounteous nostalgia praising persuades.
Peace thine harmonious artwork baptize,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
today’s conch bead lei -
aloha Lahaina &
lokelani rose
nod & prayer from the mainland
grieving your loss, your song heard
Picture a tropical paradise - faraway
Colorful leis of fresh fragrant flowers
Worn by hula dancers that sway
Sandy beaches and leisure filled hours
Soft waving palms on a moonlit bay
This island where mountains reach down to the seas
You’ll be filled with Aloha wherever you go
Soothed by the oceans and warm blowing breeze
Each day assures us of a rainbow
Everything dances here - even the trees
As evening fades to pale orange light
Beach boys sound a conch shell call
Hawaiian torches burn into the night
Ukulele’s strum- an instant heal all
At last on vacation the world seems right
Many people each of a different race
From other lands have come to make a home
To live in peace in this enchanting place
And to here will return however far they roam
Ko ‘Olina beckons them with silent grace
*Image of Lewis Milton Hankins
aloha my friend
a bevy of doves
laurels wrestle a whirlwind
fair plumes coronet
~"The Last Token"~03/22/21
weasels and foxes
snow tracks charging the blizzard
freshness soothes the wit
~"On Bullying"~12/08/22
sun setting a scene
evening stages curtain calls
a hall full of stars
~"Forever in My Heart"~09/03/22
*Narrowing the involvement of his generous enlightenment, even as much as spotlighting these chosen few, I rested upon his constant hope, that 'Their Heart Are Truly Forever'~~Aloha, Milt & Deb, my friends...
2023 January 03
*1st Place*
In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2023 January 16
*HMS.
There's Santa that came to Waikiki bay
On an outrigger canoe Christmas Day
He wore a grass hula skirt
And a large Aloha shirt
His course went astray he opted to play
12/19/22
A Funny Santa Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Tania Kitchin
3rd
Hello and goodbye
Forever in between
For a soul’s eternity
Having been seen
I’m not on social media
And yet I have a group
Of buddies I have never met;
I know them from the Soup.
We comment on each other’s poems
And through each varied post,
We learn, in dribs and drabs, about
What matters to us most.
My fellow poets span the globe
And one above the rest
Took time each day to let me know
He’d read what I’d expressed.
His repertoire of limericks,
Which no one could resist,
Were funny, often bawdy,
But a day was never missed.
So when I didn’t see a post
From my Hawaiian friend,
I had a sinking feeling
It might signify the end.
Dear Rico, may you rest in peace.
I’ll miss our warm rapport
And your signature Aloha!
Will not greet me anymore.
When the whistle blows
You combat for your dreams
When the whistle blows again
You retire from your dreams
When the whistle blows for the last time
You have to say aloha
And before the last whistle blows
You have to try your best
So that you won't regret
For the first or the last time in life
Life is so short
It won't be long
Before the last whistle blows
You've to make up your mind
As sometimes
It comes all in a sudden
Without any warning
*Image of Floor Mat by Etsy.
Aloha also is Goodbye
How do, You do,
(Obama, who?)
Honolulu,
"Gathers," the pro-left best
they stick like cements,
Issues: starved mass,
overcrowdedness;
their gilded penthouse nests
o'er the homeless tents.
2022 August 25
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