Best Loa Poems
Atacama, Eden of winds,
flower of abandoned rocks and of sapleter,
homestead of flamingoes and geysers,
and above all ,
below an azure sky,
mountains are carrying on their tops
ice of the past.
Old villages tell us their stories,
Toconce, Toconao, Chiu-Chiu,
carry in their canons
life,
water from deep below
let flowers and vegetables grow.
Chiu-Chiu, oasis of the desert,
a green spot,
surrounded by fragments of history
with the colour of orange, red and brown,
embedded in fragile foam of salt and hope,
the history of the Atacama.
Still alive in their churches.
Fragments of an ancient culture
reflecting on the surface of Río Loa.
Like ants – far away,
dispersed in vibrant light
some Vicuñas are looking
for tranquility and forage.
The geysers of El Tatio
send their hot water into the cold and pure air.
How pacient the Atacama is with us,
slaves of modern times
with the desire for paradise
with the dual face of history and hope.
Salar de Atacama, show me your
cracked and wounded face,
your wrinkles of solitude.
Far in the distance the chain of volcanoes,
with towering Lincancabur,
and its shouldered knapsack of crystals and ice,
holding its splendour towards the sky
with the colours of lapis lazuli and light agate.
Toconao, the ruins of Quitor greet you,
dormant since ages
they narrate the history of the Inca,
of their last refuge and their last battle with
Pedro de Valdivia,
who came with his men
to break the bravery of Inca soldiers
with thunder and destruction.
The waterfalls of the hot spings of Puritama
shoot their water into the air with the colours of rainbows,
drawing delicate faces of life
on dry sand and charming stones.
The wind from the mountains carries songs,
flute music, ancient tunes,
stories of salt, gypsum and clay
to the Valle de la Luna,
to let it remain calm and unchanged
with its eyes filled with dust and stones
in the eternal canto of earth.
Atacama, heart of the North,
plant of wind
in the song of history,
you make the day sound
and rock to sleep the nights,
lonely between the arms of the mountains
and the Altiplano.
Aloha Weeps
Aloha weeps
In waves of grief
Pounding on a windswept beach
To grieve the loss of gracious footsteps
That gently walked upon its sand
Where the waves that tickled her heart
Now carry a plumeria lei
Beyond the horizon.
Pele mourns
Her adopted child
Whose fiery imagination
Flowed like lava in poetry
To build new lands of inspiration
Child, laughing in pikaki’s fragrant garden,
Slips quietly from breath’s bonds
Past the islands’ shores.
Trade winds grieve
Murmuring her name
Steadfast
In gossamer hues
Of orchids and hibiscus,
Hawaii’s pua aloalo,
So they remember to give
Breath to her words
Gliding over rolling surf
And rustling palms.
Rainbows cry
Reach out to touch
Her giving servant heart,
To touch her beauty,
To find her na'u garden empty
With only her Aloha scent
Lingering
Among the ilima of Oahu
As she soars on rainbow wings
Into friendly skies again.
The tropic sun laments
In a ring
Of fiery tears
In secret waterfalls
Among the blue awapuhi – trails of naupaka
And coral reefs
That guard tropical beauty
When tides recede
To hear the conch shell call her home.
Aloha Hawaiian Rose.
Mahalo nui loa, ka’u hoaaloha! Thank you so much my friend.
God be with you! ke Akua pu.
On the passing of Connie Marcum Wong!
Poet extraordinaire! Servant Heart! Faithful friend! Beautiful flower in Hawaii’s garden.
Constance means steadfast.
9-16-22
Thank you William, Hilo Poet, for teaching me the beauty of the Hawaiian language. I truly hope I have written it correctly to honor this beautiful language.
Awapuhi is a beautiful blue flower native to Hawaii.
Ilima is the flower of the island of Oahu
Naupaka is a small white, fragrant flower of Hawaiian legend
Na’u is the Hawaiian, fragrant gardenia
Pua aloalo is the Hibiscus – state flower of Hawaii
Majestically they've stood since time had its start
rising on a cartographer's global elevational chart
Mountain ranges, wondrous works of God's creation
that eyes have beheld for centuries with fasination
Come along with me on this adventure as my ally
to the towering mountains as they reach for the sky
Let's honor them in our traveling journal of rhyme
penning of their beauty after the challenge of a climb
We'll walk along the Great Smoky ridges of misty blue
much closer to where clouds leave their traces of dew
On to the Catskills, and Appalachians in the Northeast
The States have many ranges, a mountain lover's feast!
We'll journey West to the Rockies to visit Pike's Peak
marveling at the views that tourists call its 'mystique'
We can take the Cog Railway to the top, hike it or drive
Isn't it wonderful that mountains make us feel so alive?
The Northwest's Cascades allow us to climb up three
from their crests, The Pacific Ocean we'll be able to see
Mt. St. Helens, Shasta, and the picturesque, Rainier
For you and I, my faithful ally, will have nothing to fear
Now we'll fly across that ocean to the island of Hawaii
Trek through rain forests and shade of a banyon tree
To the summits of Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa we'll go
Then leave volcanic shores in search of mounts of snow
Our destination-Mt. Fuji on the Japanese island of Honshu
We'll reach its grand summit, if it's the last thing we do
Success will be ours, then press on to the highest of all
Mount Everest stands at almost thirty thousand feet tall
The Himalayans are a challenge many climbers have taken
Our adventure'd be incomplete if this one we had forsaken
Travel time is growing short so we must again move on
Up the slopes of Olympus, Vesuvius, and the Matterhorn
To mountain tops we have missed, I'll soon be traveling
and catch a glimpse of those views that are simply dazzling
You're welcome to join me again, as my ally in the clouds
where we'll find complete serenity, away from noisy crowds
August 12th, 2017
Mountains contest
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Long have me feet walked..bare upon de earth of mother Afreeca.
Days, passing in a flow’r chain round de brow of de morn.
De sacred drum calls wid de heart beattin of de Hougan’s soul
Afreeca’s soul ...
Long, long, de walkin from village mounta’n citie
to the hounfour ... de temple of de people.
We walk joy’us, and penit’nt and pleadin‘.
Mama carries de food gift fer Ogou Balanjo on her head,
corn meal she ‘as ground fine. "Ah, de poor sick child"
De glass beads aroun‘ Mama’s neck shine
like her tears in de sun an de sweat on her skin.
We ‘ear de rattlin‘ and de drummin.
Dust of de many feet rises.
'undreds and thousands of worshipers pack de square
in front of de temple and dance red, gold, orange swirl
honorin‘ our parents and der parents.
Long, long, we dance, we dance, and de Loa arrive ...
Mama falls possessed by Ogou Balanjo ...
De white robes of de pure at heart, and does wid de white faces
dance de prayers, de priests returns from de sacred grove
white rock, egg white of wealth and happiness
de year will be good ... de sick child will heal ...
Long, long, the world has spun in a daisy chain
Around de sun............
Vacation Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
The sweet fragrance of tall palms swaying in the breeze,
brought continuous harmony into our hearts,
The smell of contentment spread as far as the eye can see,
This was our anticipated honeymoon, we were never apart.
We had been through way too much as a young adults. Our vows were made and we stepped off the plane quickly entering a world of tranquility and peace. Kauai was our paradise. This was our destination far away from the life we left behind. It was on the other side of the world. Our honeymoon was anticipated for months, and we were finally there. We couldn't unpack fast enough, for all we wanted to do was dip our toes in the soft sands of the Pacific ocean. It had streaks of cerulean and light green. I saw beauty in each pebble as the waters floated up amicably. The warm breeze showered a gentle mist through my body. I had never felt that way before. The tides gently flowed up to my knees tickling my legs....
sweet scents of palm trees
tender mist sprays through my soul
peaceful Kauai
On a tour we drove around the massive volcano Mauna Loa. It has a peak reaching almost three miles high.They have been formed over the last seventy million years. To see the eruption of lava was an amazing sight for sore eyes. I witnessed the red flow of the volcano dripping down into a hole to the core of the earth. As we drove up to the cliff, my stomach dropped to the ground. The depth of the Waipoo Falls was entrancing. I was hypnotized feeling a sense of magical desperation longing to fly freely into the blue. I saw such tender beauty in Kauai. We deserved this honeymoon after all we had been through. There we were, on an island created only for love. The intimacy was delicate and our passion for each other drove my mortality crazy.
volcano of love
together in paradise
honeymoon island
Believing we can share such a deep desire for a vacation
Engulfed into the magic an island can freely give
Nature so beautiful, bringing natural elation
Watching the warm waters is so seductive.
~Date Written: February 8, 2016~
Kyd my cat played hooky from giddy-up to whoa
I had to send him to the land of Mauna Loa
He changed from bad to worse
By debits to my purse
"Papa","I am Cavity the cat boana boa"
KYD MY CAT/Limerick/fun/humor/nonsense/cat/
Copyright© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
11/20/2014
Work in Progress
Mauna Loa Volcano & Kilauea Sister Volcano
The political and spiritual symbolism of Mauna Loa’s historic eruption
“We’re seeing new land, new geographical features being born right in front of our eyes, and there is no power — no human power — that can stop it or can deter it,” one Native Hawaiian scholar said.
“The Native people have been saying this isn’t your place to extract and profit from anymore,” said Kaniela Ing, co-founder of Native Hawaiian-focused organization Our Hawaii and a former state legislator. “You don’t have authority to shape our sacred lands.”
The eruption, Ing said, “is Pelehonuamea saying, ‘They’re right. My people are right.’”
The deity Pele, often referred to as “Tutu Pele,” or Grandmother Pele, has been regarded as an ancestor who “creates new land” as hardened, molten lava adds to the surrounding terrain.
— KU’UALOHA HO’OMANAWANUI, AUTHOR OF “VOICES OF FIRE: REWEAVING THE LITERARY LEI OF PELE AND HI’IAKA.”
Mauna Loa, on the island of Hawai’i and alongside the dormant, snowcapped volcano Mauna Kea, is expected to continue erupting for weeks. Thus far, the lava flow has significantly slowed and does not pose a threat to communities, the Hawaii Emergency Management Agency said. However, authorities expect it to eventually reach Daniel K. Inouye Highway, which is less than four miles away, in roughly a week or more.
I want to say thank you
In some of the languages of the world
To all the soup members
For you have helped my heart to twirl
You've add bits of humor, rhythm, and definitely some rhyme
From writings on many topics when you have the time
Thank you (English)
Muchas gracias (Spanish)
Danke schoon (German) Suppose to have two dots on top of the schoon but I don't
know how to do that
Merci beaucoup (French)
Arigato gozaimasu (Japanese)
Grazie (Italian)
Topadh leibh (Scottish Gaelic)
Toda raba (Hebrew)
Mamnoon (Farsi (Persian))
Spasibo (Russian)
Liels paldies (Latvian)
Efharisto poli (Greek)
Toa chie or Xie Xie (Chinese)
Shukran gazilan (Arabic)
Obrigado (Portugese)
Mahalo nui loa (Hawaiian)
In a round about way this came from the internet. If any are wrong correct me . If
you can add some put it in the comments box. Everything we learn helps us to
grow.
Let's give a big shout out to all those parasites out there
vile and creepy
full of doom
entering at night
by the light of the moon
slyly scoot across the room
nails click on floor
a malicious tune
clicking clicking be there soon
invading bodies
while they sleep
parasitic ones
you go too deep
traversing thru body
thru heart getting fed
undulating darkly
they bloody our beds
they cant live without us
they'll breed till were dead
inside our bodies
swimming thru veins
parasitic ones eating up our brains
till finally we're crazy
completely deranged
Vandellia cirrhosa
Loa Loa too
these deadly parasites
got nothing on you
you leave when your done
you search for another
what is your deadly name
we all call you FATHER
Atacama, edén del viento,
flor de piedras solitarias y del salitre,
hogar de flamingos y de géyseres,
y sobre todo,
bajo de un cielo azul y profundo
llevan las montañas sus copas de
hielo y nieve en el ritmo del día.
Los pueblos nos cuentan sus historias,
Toconce, Toconao, Chiu-Chiu,
llevan en sus quebradas
la vida, dulce,
agua que viene del fondo
de la tierra y que deja crecer hortalizas y flores.
Chiu-Chiu oasis en el desierto,
como una mancha verde,
rodeado por ruinas de una vieja historia,
de colores naranja, rojo y marrón,
empotrado en la espuma frágil de sal y esperanza,
la historia atacameña
aún viviendo en en su iglesia,
en los fragmentos de la cultura antigua,
reflejadas en los aguas del Río Loa.
Más como hormigas – muy lejos
y esparciada en la luz vibrada
algunas vicuñas buscan
tranquilidad y forraje
y los géyseres del Tátio envían
sus aguas calientes al aire fresco y puro.
Que paciencia tiene la Atacama,
con nosotros – los esclavos de un tiempo moderno
con deseos a un paraiso,
con la cara ambigua de historia y de esperanza.
Salar de Atacama, muestrame tu cara débil y seca,
tus arrugas y tu soledad.
Más allá al fondo una sierra de volcánes,
el predominante Lincancabur
con su muchila de cristales y hielo,
que lleva su grandeza hacia un cielo
de colores de lapizlázuli y de ágatas
claras.
I am ...
I am the black shine of a dead stare
I am the reticent pallor of the moon's caste
and the bruise of gleaming porcelain
I am the shattered mirror of truth
I am the saturation of matter, dark ...
I am the intent of an eyelash
and the trembling mortality of a wound
I am the exhalation of poison, pure
and the sobering stab of terror
I am the caustic euphoria of ego ...
I am the sublime spasm of climax
I am the blinding lie of lust
and the rip of fallacy
I am sepulcher and staff
I am the gape, the maw, the bite ...
I am the balm, the scar, the tear
I am the Marianas
I am Mauna Loa
I am Villa Las Estrellas
I am the Jack Hills, the Friis Hills ...
And the Tumulus of Bougon
I am the Krubera Cave and Naica Mine
I am the South Summit and Olympic Mons
I am El Azizia and Death Valley
I am Dome Argus and the steaming vents ...
I am the Lambert, the Hubbard
and the Aletsch Gletscher
I am the Burj Khalifa, the Jean-Luc Lagardère
and the Danyang–Kunshan
I am the span of a wormhole ...
And the voltaic vibration of strings
I am the keen creep of ages
the bulge of infinite mass
and the Reaper's rusted blade
I am the whorl of vortices ...
I am the quantum pull of time
I am the radiation of isotopes
and the hydrogen core of a star
I am quark, lepton, and neutrino
I am photon and super-nova ...
I am the sea of suns and the Great Void
I am the gauge bosons and the heavenly expanse
I am the press of a hand in blindness
and the cognition of empathy
I am the grand comedy and the tragic schill ...
I am lover, liege, and allegory
I am the dust and the dust, and all between
the dream and the doubt, lucid
the Ghost and the ghoul
the All, the Nothing ...
I am.
Dear Soup Members,
Carol's list of winners is much too long for me to comment on individually, but I am
reading each of your winning poems I may have missed and I want to congratulate all
of you on your winning poems! Carol really had her hands full with this contest because
of all of these amazing entries. You are to be commended for all your effort Carol. You
did a wonderful job in choosing the winners and I am honored to be among them.
I want to thank everyone for your sweet congrats on my poem being included.
Mahalo Nui Loa! (Hawaiian for Thank you very much) Aloha, Connie
Oh DEER, You again….
At the crack of dawn
Outside my bedroom window
Unexpected noise? Chewy, crunchy, crumbly
……I’m trying to sleep
Oh dear! deer is staring at me
fearlessly
Uninvited guest crackling my succulent plants
for breakfast
Astonishing red, orange and pink sky at sunset
Oh dear, You again……
And you even brought a friend!
Sipping heavenly rainwater in Bromeliad’s central reservoir
Oh dear, dinner menu upgraded to
cabbage-like
Mauna Loa succulents
large flat leaves frilled at burgundy
edges. But pink showy flowers
wavy, ruffled, bumpy
thick foliage leaves
- absolutely your favorite
Dark in late evening
Two yellow dots shinning in mystic hill
Oh dear, You again……
IF ONLY WE COULD
If only we could hold the steady
Pulses of time through the earth,
So likely to stop at any moment.
We’d calmly plant marigold and pansy beds,
Even find time to learn the piano,
If only we could.
If only we could visit again
Bali’s nail-biting thrumble of dormant
Volcanoes less reliable than Mauna Loa.
We just don’t want to visit you here,
Between cold stones and cut flowers ;
But to stay home with your pansies and you,
If only we could.
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Written 27 March 2021
For contest called "Mother"
Sponsored by Constance La France
”... Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe…”
The law of attraction works really quite well
Undeniable secrets of long ago
Modern understandings prove to know
Better mixed up what the Bookie was to show.
”....Times a changin’... so hear we go….”
Bajillions of people for how many years?
Focused on stories of love or fear?
Looking inward to see it’s clear
A motion of Soul, returns the great gear.
Grounding of a pole in copper fields
SixtyNine lines minus one Reveals….
88 constellations on a primary wheel
Five toes on One, very delicate heal…
Five decks a glass shoe, forged of steal
”.... forgive me Lord, A pearl in the snow…”
Seven coins traced eight lines to know.