Best Kona Poems
Knowing browns of molten Tiger’s Eye give me a loving look
One ear cocked, and the other is always half-flopped just so
Now and then, her exuberance forgets she’s a large Alsatian
as she snuggles for cuddles as a wiggly fur ball named Kona…
Bearing colors of her timber wolf kin, she is more like a lamb
Eagerly, she’ll swim to fetch a stick, which she’ll then go hide
away in the thick bramble she will scramble while I yell whoa!
Returning home, she’ll lick my toes till I’m filled with laughter...
(12/11/2019 For my favorite animal contest)
I remember gazing upon
the ocean from my lanai
on the Kona mountainside
Watching the cruise ships
gliding through the dark
Into Kailua Bay at the
Same time every morning
always clad in their bright jewel
necklaces that lit up the dawn.
I remember sitting on my
lounge chair
observing the moon
collide with daybreak
And disappear from sight
While sipping Kona coffee
That heavenly aroma
warming me to life.
I remember delighting at the dolphin
Each morning, wondering
how in the world
they don’t crash into each other
when they all leap
at once
so carefree and happy,
spinning and twisting
splashing each other
with their play.
I remember watching
The humpback whales
I mean, they are
magnificent creatures
and my heart would dive
right with them,
and then rise so high
when they leaped
out of the water
How can they do that?
I would search the ocean
For a glimpse of their
Waterspouts, the sign
They would begin jumping again,
What a marvelous way to spend the day!
Watching mothers and babies
play together
and jealous bulls smack
their tales not be outdone
by women and children.
I remember sitting by
the ocean at Kukio Beach,
one that few tourists
know about yet,
watching the water
change colors
aquamarine near the shore
cerulean a little farther out
shading into cobalt and indigo,
Wondering just how
many colors of blue are
in the entire Pacific Ocean
Noticing how the waves
crash against the rocks in rhythm
like the
dancing fountains
at the Bellagio Hotel
in Las Vegas.
I remember
imagining the music
According to the tempo
Of the waves crashing
On the lava rocks
and
It was the sweetest
music I ever heard.
I remember leaving
The beach one night
And seeing the full moon
smiling at me
through the palm trees
Like a big white
Jack-o-lantern;
And I smiled back
And I remember
Waking up in the
Middle of the
Night to see that
Same full moon
Spreading its glow
In a river across
The ocean
Carrying a message
For me right
up to my lanai.
It’s time.
It ‘s time now
To go home again.
Kona… My Angel… My Baby…
My Hunnie Bear… My Sweet Boy…
When we met on August 12, 2003…
I adopted him…
We both knew we saved each other…
Him from his past and the shelter…
Me from my past and my disease…
It is killing my Heart… The Pain he Suffered…
For the few moments he lived after the car hit him…
And what my wonderful… Brave… Caring Boy…
Had to see… He tried so hard to help our baby…
I am trying to be strong…
And deal with Kona’s Murder…
But how can the uncareing drivers of the car that hit him…
Going 65 miles per hour… and did not even stop…
How are they even able to live with themselves?
Do they even Care or Know how much they’ve Crushed our Hearts?
I try to remind myself in what I know is True…
I know that Karma will work as always...
Something Terrible is coming to them…
Kona-8/12/03-10/30/09
A Metamucil Moment"
Woke up this morning
Feeling rather blue
Ran out of Metamucil
Don't know what to do
Muscles really aching
Joints are creaky sore
I ran out of Ben-Gay
Have to run down to the store
Blood pressure medicine
Seems too have disappeared
Can't remember if I used it all
My tummy's feeling kinda of weird
Where did I put my glasses
Can't see a gosh darn thing
Can't drive with out them
Now the phone it starts to ring
Who would be calling me
Should I answer it or leave
It's a damn telemarketer
Now I'm really peeved
Do you need your carpets cleaned
A written pitch I'd heard before
No!! But could use some Metamucil
Hung up and headed out the door
My car is almost out of gas
The Kona coffee kicking in
Don't think I need that Metamucil
As my stomach starts to spin
Ran back to the bathroom
In a hurry I did run
Found there wasn't any T.P.
Grrrr !!! This is not a lot of fun
But did find my Ben-Gay
Wish I found my glasses first
Thought I brushed my teeth with Colgate
Now I'm really at my worst
My blood pressure's rising
Still can't find my med's
Think I'm gonna give up
I'm going back to bed
Awaken to the scent of green
on foliage too broken to be rare
after sleep of listless druggery
from nature's sweet intent
Smoking pit three shades from us
with scents that only heaven knows
which pump the blood to stir the mind
to hunger gone insatiable
Kayaks ready on the ebb
with coffee brewed to mud and back
with sleepy hair and whispered eyes
we take to breaking water
Sunrise knows our skin today
and we know what she's going to say
before the mountains clip her words
and steal her shine in trees
Today we taste the air of gods
once whittled out of Ironwoods
which fell to fodder with the ash
in fire pits to roasting
Sweet it is to fill us up
to draw us back, never enough
of silver skin, against the wind
our muscles taut and tearing.
I had a Thought –
far more compelling
than a What;
and vastly more intriguing
than a That.