Best Tahiti Poems
Hello dear friend – so – what’s new?
Tell me - How have you been?
There’s so much I want to share with you
But I hardly know where to begin
The news from here’s both good and bad
But life can be like that, I suppose
Most things are going well, though we’re all still sad
When we’ll be through missing you - no one knows
Are you an Angel looking down on me?
Or have you become part of eternity?
This letter will travel very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
She’ll turn left at the Northern Star
Watch for her flying high above
With an envelope addressed “Care of Heaven”
I’ve sent it to you, with my love
Tell me - do you slumber, do you still dream?
Can you float on clouds all day long?
Have they got more than 31 flavors of ice cream?
Does a harp now accompany you in song?
Have you ever seen the face of God?
Are the streets truly paved with gold?
Do you spend your summers in Cape Cod
Head for Tahiti when the weather turns cold?
I know it’s silly to go on this way
But I wish you were with me today
This letter will travel very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
She’ll turn left at the Northern Star
Watch for her flying high above
With an envelope addressed “Care of Heaven”
I’ve sent it to you, with my love
Sometimes, at the end of the day
I think I hear you softly say:
“I’m still here - I haven’t gone away”
Is that my heart playing tricks on me?
Remember that park - the one with the pine trees?
It’s as beautiful as it was back then
Whenever I visit I have sweet memories
And pray that we’ll see each other again
And so, dear friend, you’ll always be missed
I seal this envelope with a kiss
This letter has traveled very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
I’ll think of you always, wherever you are
And picture you somewhere high above
Happy to be in the Care of Heaven
Enfolded in infinite love
Categories:
tahiti, death, friendship, song-lyricfor her,
Form:
Rhyme
Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to graze with the deer, dear
the tree never falls silently
lizards scatter, birds scurry to flight
i could never buy into falling silence
let alone fate of Galileo's descending weights
church theologians preferring an atheist Aristhrottle
forgive me for being sententious dear
no pity for Cyrano
the hidden Darcy
in another failed Benedick in port
without Dante's delusions
love with no embrace
Service, woman, a slightly tainted saint
Tennyson's wound that never heals
Petrarch, Augustine, it grows insane
ah the vicissitudes, where was i
yes, leaving metaphors and literate men
your laughter starts in those ignescent eyes
ignition, brush fires of rippling ballerinas
facial muscles lost in abandonment
to some elfish music i see, never hear
lips widening, bursting rubaiyat pandemonium
i adore your infectious risibility
it is your amatory smile i love most
demure, candles gamboling in the moonlight
i am a moth lost in the flames
of your demanding timidity
it is then i see in your eyes
the dove gracing your hands
the beast who serves your lust
this is why the Norsemen
fear nothing but women
swords once ready, berserkers, Odin
now lie silent volcanoes in my heart, Freya
the seas are without headstones
and i am wondering again terricolous
all of this are the clouds overhead
it is the heavens i see in your eyes
not the red dawn i fear
we see the jungle, its' song, inevitable war
the struggle to stand in the light
possibly besotted, erratum
the seas have long not cared
with you, i learn, heal
we are undeniably humanity
we are paradise lost
the hells of yesterday
need not rule the heavens of today
your arms gravid with red sunsets
fill my deepest hopes of all morrows
its' ultimate price is gladly paid
Miramar 94 The Patient Stones
Revised 5/22 OKC
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Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 Is Not What It Seems
there are certain words in here common in 19th Century literature that always remind me....besotted with Jane Austen
Categories:
tahiti, fate, history, lust, metaphor,
Form:
Romanticism
Bronwyn the Barbaric was a buxom lass
the envy of all her peers
She spoke with unrivaled swashbuckling sass
her pirate-ess fashion was fierce
She could charm off the arms of the most hardened men
how they'd swoon at the sight of her swagger
She ruled over cutthroats with a dangerous grin
her hand ever over her dagger
But her smile was so lovely, her style was so vogue
that she had little need for such violence
With a wave of her hand, she could tame ruthless rogues
with a look she could cause utter silence
So, peacefully she plundered (with minions to pillage
and devotedly obey her commands)
Until a shop window caught her eye in the village
and she made a bad purchase, unplanned
There she acquired the most dashing high-heel boots
custom made (according to her wishes)
But the pain that they caused was something acute
and it made the 'old girl' act quite vicious
She kidnapped the cobbler and tortured him so
she was in quite a terrible temper
She dealt him such cruel and merciless blows
the crew could hardly handle his whimpers
She became a tyrannical, treacherous wench
terrorizing from Tahiti to Tangier
Leaving in her wake only ruins and stench
with a reckless and wicked sneer
And 'though her crew were not a cowardly lot
they dared not get on her bad side
The last scalawag was both stabbed and shot
before she tossed him into the tide
But one rakish mate had an interesting offer
her vanity couldn't refuse-
If he could, just once, get those stylish boots off her
a better set he could produce
So eyeing him, slowly, she peeled the boots off
and immediately felt such relief
Gone was her bitterness, her angry scoff
gone was the source of her grief
Seeing their pirate queen herself again
the crew gathered 'round and they cheered
Those bloody boots were thrown overboard
and their mate was quite revered
Now a barefoot buccaneer, she still
struts across the deck
And if they don't bend to her will
she'll see they're put in check!
Categories:
tahiti, fantasy, fashion, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
People all around out raking leaves
Hear them say i should cut down these annoying trees
I rake them up and in an hour i rake some more
Why did i start Really i ask what for
My back hurts and now i sit in pain
Just to go out and do it all again
Summer comes its as hot as can be
And where do we place are Butts under the shade of a tree
So we shouldn't really complain about our trees
They really are valuable as we can see
And really people if someone was to ask me
Lets plot against these annoying bees
Out in my backyard doing my own thing
Lounging listening to the birds chirp and sing
Minding my own business sipping my Tahiti treat
Along came a bee and thought how sweet
Buzzing around my head with that annoying sound
My arms were a flapping all around
I thought i scared it off because it seem to be gone
Than i felt the pain in my head and i knew i was wrong
Well i gave a yell and ran for the house
As if i was a women that was scared of a mouse
Smacking my head as hard as i could
Well now you know that wasent good
Now a pain in my hand and still in my head
And a bee that still wasent dead
So i gave it a flick and it hit the floor
Stomped on it hard and that bee was no more
Categories:
tahiti, nature, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
Strophe
Ye, the goddess of flame, fire and eternal love
From Tahiti you found home in Hawaii Kilauea
I accessed your gateway with deep feelings of love
With your archetypes *Kali Ma, Sekhmet and Durga
You falsify that women are weak and incapable
That to be feminine to be fragile and helpless
You’re a beauty with dignity & divine power all
Ability to shape shift woman or crone effortless.
Known as Pele energy or energy Pele-kino-aha-nei
Your four sisters using same will Pele-kino-aha-nei.
Antistrophe
As a young woman you fell in love with Lohiau
As you left volcano, pining for you & dying nearly
You sent Hiiaka for him, she fell in love with Lohiau
You found Kamapua, but allowed them to marry.
All in Hawaii know your defined potential of fire
And stories about your many loves & infidelities
Your father sent you away because of your hot temper
As you seduced your sister’s husband with abilities.
Finally in Hawaii with blatant infidelities and passions
Manifested in the Big island’s volcanic activities.
Epode
Because Hawaii sits on the mountaintops of Lemuria
Lemurian Goddess energy is a still a strong vibration
Coming to Hawaii, feels good like coming home area
Within their cellular consciousness with love’s vibration.
Ye, Goddess Pele is surprisingly playful and light
With three dynamics, well being, play and flow
You, as healer, love to heal and love to be brought
If not treated with respect , you have the power to blow.
All visitors you listen to the Pele archives as I do
Believe that miracles can come from teachings due.
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* Names of Indian Goddesses
Categories:
tahiti, home, love, power,
Form:
Ode
List one: climb up to Machu Picchu,
ride the Orient Express,
see the Terracotta Warriors,
find a monster in Loch Ness,
brave the winds of Patagonia,
hike along an Everest ridge,
visit Paul Gaugin’s Tahiti,
stand on Sydney Harbour Bridge,
stroll round Angkor Wat, Cambodia,
cross the Alps in a balloon,
gaze in awe at Easter Island,
catch a rocket to the moon.
List two: sit in the garden scribbling,
eat a wedge of Stilton cheese,
drink a glass of Chilean Merlot,
watch the sunset through the trees,
play the bass just one more time
in the pub with my rock band,
look both ways then cross the street
holding my granddaughter’s hand,
see my grandson run towards me
smiling, waving, full of life,
meet my son and talk and listen,
phone my daughter, kiss my wife.
Yes. Two lists. There is a reason.
Once I heard a wise man say
Dream as if you’ll live forever;
live as if you’ll die today.
Categories:
tahiti, dream, feelings, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
The King's Wife - Te Arri Vahine
Gauguin’s painting of “The King’s Wife,”
immortalized a goddess of Tahiti, Pacific paradise.
Mesmerizing mahogany muse memorializing his canvas,
she’s a tropical Venus on a bed of forest green grass.
Nature’s umbrella, a thick canopy of mango trees,
shades and shelters her stirring up a light cool breeze.
Adorned with a single white flower near her right ear,
she holds behind her thick raven-dark hair,
a large red round fan like a haloed crown,
accentuating her silky soft skin of golden brown.
Supreme is her majesty dominating this idyllic scene,
basking in her own exotic glory she’s royally serene.
Modestly draped to protect her from roving eyes,
a white shawl covers her groin and bold womanly thighs.
Displaying her nymph-like body, supple and proud,
her pert breasts are full, firm, and well-endowed;
and like the succulent orange-red mangoes beside her,
she’s sweet, luscious, fully ripe, and mature.
Wearing a pensive smile, she’s intriguing the king’s bride…
does her Madonna-like belly nurture a secret growing inside?
05-22-2017
Contest: Celebration of Art Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Placement: 1st
* Paul Gauguin (French, 1848–1903) painted "The King’s Wife" in 1896. Post-Impressionist artist, he abandoned his native France for most of the 1890s to live on the Pacific island of Tahiti, which was a French colony since 1881. Gauguin was attracted to the island and what he saw as the primitive culture of its people. He shared the fantasy of many Europeans of the time that Tahiti was a sort of tropical paradise. Through his paintings he actually reflected his passionate love for the visual and sensuous beauty of the world.
https://www.1000museums.com/art_works/paul-gauguin-te-arii-vahine-the-king-s-wife or https://learner.org/courses/globalart/work/134/index.html
Categories:
tahiti, art, memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
I was so looking forward to my trip to Tahiti
this was to be my panacea, a sure cure for all my ails.
For once there I could forget the dregs of big city life
and swim the opal sheen of a chatoyant sea, in tranquil peace.
Arriving in my loudest vacation garb, I felt at ease
in my role of cynosure, strutting like a movie star.
All to soon I was whisked off...to the glamour and opulence
that awaited me at my ineffable, unbelievably posh hotel/palace.
There I was royally greeted, by a true ingénue beauty
the epitome of grace, she exuded a gentle demure and friendly manner.
She was like a gazelle...swift and yet lissome
with an indelible smile that seemed sempiternal, and omnipresent.
And in the sweetest, mellifluous song like voice
she softly whispered...“welcome to paradise.”
Categories:
tahiti, beach, beautiful, color, fantasy,
Form:
Prose
Ocean waves, ships like us, and your spandex swimwear was an atraction for any girl, not in the right state of mind.
It was Tahiti, 1998, no, it was "1999" and thats why "Prince" wrote the song.....
Over that hot, hot summer- my 1960's vintage swimsuit, black and white; floral with clashing purple and pink swimskirt.
People saw me coming a mile away and looked so fasinatingly, at top portion, black and white vintage suit, water, sand, Oh, what a beautiful day.
Yes, The waves when two passing ships meet, that sizzling night on the 23rd of July 1999.
The beach was crowded, buns and sun and hot man flesh everywhere, But I thought of you most, after seeing you near the shore. After all, there was more to you than most in that spandex spedo you wore so willingly and I not to willingly at first.
Perhaps it was the sun that day as I could not stop my following stare of your deirerre,
as your eyes peeled off my black and white vintage swimsuit- flowers on the sand, nearly completing the reasoning for all things in life. Or at least I thought so that new morn after.
I've thought of you so, in many fantasies and some times I dream of being something famous, where you would consider my love for all time true. I dream of the surf, that rigid, pounding of the sea.. You and I, vessels. Yes, ships- we have met, and shall again My Love.
I dream of you deep in the night, I wake up in night sweats, and have to clear my head, (My only ecognition as I open my eyes was the sizzling summer In Tahiti was it 1999, or perhaps it was 2001 for the nights are long yearning to see you once more. You in your spandex bikinis, me in my black and white vintage wet wear, and Dear Kevin, perhaps that is why I am a writer today. To be somebody to you- special!
Will you ever think of me again? Do you truly care for me and me only? Kevin... Kevin Lauer~*! ............................................................................now I'm changing my bed.
Categories:
tahiti, dedication, friend,
Form:
Narrative
She had a craving for something sweet
So she got herself a sugar daddy
He gave her all her desired treats
And put them in a caddie
She was his favorite candy
He called her his Sweetie
And bought her diamonds and pearls
They vacationed in Tahiti
Where turqouise waves would swirl
And she would rock his world
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Contest : Sweet Or Salty
Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
tahiti, humor, sweet,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Call me the
magician, pulling
rabbits out my hat,
the 13th Friday
Jason Voorhees
stabbin at your cat,
with hocus strokus
powers when I use
my magic wand,
soft upbeat
melodies are
sprinkled to a
sadder song.
True oral
capabilities that
tangle with the
gods, just wrap
your legs around
my love of flesh and
made as hard,
as concrete in the
city jungle, let me
splash and rain,
with multiplistic
pleasures only you
will ascertain.
The body of a
goddess hottest
motions we'll divide,
the feelings warmer
than the hottest
ocean when inside,
your core of molten
lava java with a drop
of milk, your
nectar's sweet as
sugar woman, not a
drop I'd spill.
We're swimming in
the heavens you
and I collide as one,
the brownest colors
sparkle when your
eyes align the sun,
for I'm your Mr.
Wizard but our
show aint for TV,
it's not for K-I-Ds
the grown and
onlyest is we.
I know that you are
captivated by my
strokus spell, your
chances of escape
are like a snowball's
chance in hell,
your cool demeanor
melts so fast into a
running stream, my
tongue will lap your
essence up, a vivid
stunning dream.
The ghetto Harry
Potter but I will not
make a flick, unless
we're filming
cunnilingus, lemme
take a lick,
then afterwhich I'll
stamp you like an
envelope in jail, the
magic spells I cast
will do much more
than open mail.
In fact extinguish all
the lights, upon
your walls I'll write,
graffiti in Tahiti, we
will bounce and ball
all night,
because I'm a
magician known for
tricks and slight of
hand, I don't invest
illusion, yes I am
the rightest man.
Before I end this
baby I will get down
on my knee, and
pledge undying love
to you for all the
years I breathe,
it's more than just
the magic of the
stroke that drives
you wild, don't ask
me how I do it, it's
the hokus strokus
style.
Categories:
tahiti, fantasylove, magic, me,
Form:
Rhyme
TAHITI
If you leave, the island
Rests a sad face on its paws
And longs for your return,
Harkening for the oar-splash
Of your approaching boat.
If you never return,
It remembers your face
All life long.
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Historical Note
Mutineers on the BOUNTY had to leave the island and never return, but it stayed in their consciousness forever.
Categories:
tahiti, metaphor,
Form:
Personification
When the bronze-skinned,
silver tongue surfer
came smoothly yacht cruising
at year’s end
All the island ladies,
at the cabana house welcoming party,
mosh pit fell in ...
Fell in love
with the cosmopolitan thought
of permanently leaving
Loose their dinghy life from the slow-pace wharf,
and deep dive go fast
romantic adventure sailing
Isle isolation departure
was the open sea dolphin freedom
Tho’ the flamboyant playboy
stage act was Shakespearean serious,
behind the bamboo-zled veil,
it was all just winter vacation pleasure fun
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em on the run,”
this was his favorite yoga mantra
Fantasy Island desertion
was as cold a breeze as they come
It’s cold in the tropic,
Tahiti tears are snowflake falling
Frosty behavior ... change the topic
Bad weather report kiss missing
Now the few chosen, pretty island girls,
all thought they were the one
Their sad, wintering thoughts
are just a crushed string of fake pearls
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em on the run,”
this was his favorite tantric mantra
Another island desertion
was as Arctic a breeze as they come
It’s cold in the tropic,
Fiji tears are snowflake falling
Northern exposure behavior ...
monsoon sobs salt lick
It’s so cold in the tropic,
Paros tears are palm tree frozen
Snow blizzard report ... no kiss goodbye
Ice floes forming quick
Heavy snow falling in the tropic,
Oahu frozen teardrops ... no Aloha kisses
So very cold in the Azores to Palawan tropic
Arctic bound vows
are making island souls frostbitten heartsick
Categories:
tahiti, heartbreak, leaving, love hurts,
Form:
Ode
Her 'Verses on Schizophrenia' was written
while both of us were immersed in Gauguin's
yellow ocher smudging the eves in Tahiti
on a bankrupted canvas throbbing to suck pigments
each stroke ripping the foils of rustic mystery
unfolded fathoms of emotions undeciphered in her skies
eclipsing the tulips of reason,erosioned roots underneath
her gaze was thrust on an ivy stretching hands
towards quivering wind perplexed to hide somewhere
paraphrased each pulse in to the prose of dead tissues
Her 'Verse on Schizophrenia' lies on the table
A meteor crosses through the heart of a syllable
Categories:
tahiti,
Form:
Free verse
If a bomb goes off on a train or bus,
I guarantee the aftermath will not be too fabulous.
If I found myself in Haifa, Jerusalem, or Tel Aviv,
the first thing I would want to do is leave.
I can name so many other places for a vacation.
In the Middle East, staunch hostility surrounds this nation.
They are not shooting at each other in Tahiti.
How many terrorists are roaming in Hawaii?
Categories:
tahiti, travel, vacation,
Form:
Rhyme