Omoge Ewa, bi oruko re tiri beni oju re tiri.
This name of yours is a true validation of how the creator has creatively created you.
Skin smooth and sleek like the finest of silks.
Eyes so precise with no excess or insufficience.
Your smiles? gosh,
the most beautiful sight that debunks the priceless view of sunset.
Your walk and carriage;
so feminine and elegant.
You're a beauty that delights men of various sizes and heights.
Orekelewa omoge ewa, let this valentine be ours for the loving.
Categories:
ewa, beautiful, feelings, romance,
Form: Free verse
inspired by Rosie
I take drunkenness of Barbara
to make lose one's heart Delphine
against the nostalgia of Ewa
the pure of expectations Hope
since the renaissance Lolita
for our love into the beyond
Categories:
ewa, kiss, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Limerick: Once a pretty Pole psychologist
for Ewa
Once a pretty Pole psychologist
Who preferred fast pedalling cyclist(s)
Kept a velo d’apparte*
And a Tour de France dart
Found trundling Bone-Shaker* merry twist.
• Velo d’apparte(ment) = exercise bike
• Bone-Shaker = first French bicycle, invented and manufactured by Michaux during the 1860s, whose framework was made of wrought iron and whose wooden wheels were bounded by iron tires.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
ewa, humorous,
Form: Limerick
I rebmemer when I was a cute, little dik
underneath my steehsdeb I would slip.
retfA finishing one fo Dad’s chocolate stressed -
ymmoM would daer me The Three elttiL sgiP.
As I nageb to worg into a fine, erutam nam
I wenk I was different morf other fellas -
Didn’t want to daer Ayn Rand’s - The deahFountain
I was totally derutparne by Keats and yellehS.
And when it emac to a laugh-aloud eritas -
my admired rotnem was Sir Odgen hsaN.
For erom deeper prose I’d inhale the segap
fo words penned by Plath and notxeS Anne.
Edward eeblA is my etirovaf playwright -
I am in total ewa fo his powerful sdrow
and I truly leef his most gninnuts masterpiece
is “Who’s Afraid fo Virginia flooW?"
I have gib dreams fo being famous eno yad -
like a Eugene Neill’O or na Arthur relliM.
But in redro for one ot rehpiced my writings
they’ll have ot hold it ni front fo their rorrim.
Categories:
ewa, imagination
Form: Light Verse
Is it the same in Hale Ewa
Where the bars are slow to wind
Are the regulars still clever
As they chatter in the kind
Is the Alawai still flowing
With giant frogs still growing
To the ever pounding
Same resounding surf
Is Kaiser pink still covering
The Royal Hawaiian Hotel
Does the tiki bar still spin
Or is it all skyscrapers
and the sun just can’t get in?
Fifty years and counting
Since I stepped upon the sand
In baggy shorts and go aheads
Aloha shirt aflapping
With tomorrow looking grand
Categories:
ewa, history, places, time,
Form: Bio