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Imaginative idealists, Inez, Ian and Inkwell Ida
Illustrious industrious iguanas from Fiji Fida
Invited intelligent Ivan to invest in indigo ink in coveted China
Industries in Indiana, Iowa, Illinois and Idaho
Indicated to Inez, Ian and Ida this was the way to go
Informing ideal initial investors from Froffits
To imagine their insane ideas initiating profits

Ecofeminism

Fiji, the land of blue lagoons,
with ancient wisdom still in blooms.
It burns with a sacred flame,
With our women's game.

From the mountains of Nausori Highlands,
To the shores of the islands,
Fijian women stand tall and strong,  
To protect and right all that was wrong.

They once believed that Earth and women are entwined,
Alas, that thought long resigned.
Until she saw her grieving,
Such deep sighs, please listen to her pleading. 

Finally, they rise to show the way,
To heal the Earth before we have to pay. 
Raising awareness to direct action,
Fijian women, calling for retraction. 

Together, we'll create a world anew,
Where Earth and women are protected through. 
Where we sing praises to appreciate,
For all beings to live in harmony, wouldn’t that be great?

Stewards of the Land

Oh, Pacific, Paradise at a glance,
Where the ocean sings and mountain dance,
Where nature's beauty knows no bounds,
And ancient matriarchies wisdom resounds.

As the stewards of the land,
They had shown deep reverence for their hand. 
By tending the gardens and planting trees,
And fishing the waters with gentle ease. 

With the shadow of colonialism,
Patriarchy defying ancient mannerism.
And suppressed women’s voices,
To plunder the earth against all forces. 

They turned away from the weeping earth,
Celebrating the exploitation with mirth.
Women leaders, brave and strong,
Raised their voices, to prove them wrong.

From the shores of Fiji to the atolls of Kiribati,
They spoke of the impending tragedy.
And the need to heal the land,
Not in arrogance, but hand in hand.

To revive ancient stewardship of the land,
They started making people understand,
That we must nurture the earth with sacred care,
And this wisdom, we all must share.

Land Forever Vanuatu

Land forever – Vanuatu
Irregular Y-shaped group of islands
Which house exotic birds, insects and bats
Active volcanoes give her some spice
Want to investigate a rain forest?
Come on down.

Land forever – Vanuatu
Sparse fauna
Three kind of bats found only on these islands
in the Pacific Ocean
Five hundred miles from Fiji
1100 miles from Australia

Land forever – Vanuatu
Where men gather at nakamal to drink kava
to communicate with their departed ancestors
through magical stones they contact the spirit world
But where are the wives?

Tropical Paradise

Where the sun shines and the breeze ruffles the trees,
And there is natural beauty for all to see.
The children laugh and play along the shore, 
As seagulls above the water soar. 
Deep inland many people thrive,
Working hard and happy to be alive.
There you'll find culture and diversity,
And people who are resilient in the face of adversity.
The natural beauty of Fiji's islands is stimulating,
And it stays intact even with the world changing.

Finland, You Up Next Not For Reindeer Or Sardines

OCTAVE:
LORD, as morn yields to noon (or dawn) my SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ...
Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming

SESTET:
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as did Moses & Joshua
All countries that begin with the letter "F" even if U need to teach us to be FAIR
Bless little Fiji, so steeped in tourism & history (sugar slavery) now at peace
Formosa, now called Taiwan, but so many islands, I cannot list them all
In heart of Europe, Franc, once like UK a great colonizer, forgive France ...
We forgive tourists & others as we're forgiven! CORONA time when unity begins

Melanesian Arts Festival

We wore our meri blouses
And on stilts built our houses…
We carried our bilums so beautiful
And custom dressings so very colourful.

We wore our island dresses
And displayed our art in richness…
We played our native string-band
And drew creative designs on sand.

We wore our dark sulus
And brown costumes not too loose…
We had high standards of fashion sense
And portrayed our crafts so immense.

We wore our shell necklaces
And a smile on our pretty faces…
We proudly exhibited our pan-piping
And were famous for our musical singing.

We wore our Caledonian dresses
And straw hats with leaves of freshness…
We spoke in our native francophone
And laid out our valuable money in stone.

So much vast diversity in culture
And numerous traditions needing nurture…
So much customs unique in many ways
Being revived and exposed these 14 days.
Though we were faced with many challenges
We have overcome for much further voyages…
PNG, Vanuatu, Fiji, Solomon & New Caledonia – 
Still one and still celebrating the values and spirit of our Melanesia.

Transported: 15 Year Old Poems and Older Number 4

TRANSPORTATION, A POETRY LESSON OF HISTORY
Transplanted, unwittingly, an invasive plant
Transported – the ship itself – to foreign port
Far, far away from welcome, the known –
So far and foreign, I’d never own a home

Volunteering because tears are jeweled nothings
Often teaching, as I did in my own land; not reaching
Those infatuated with fears, violence, violenteering –
When not teaching, I land at a Crisis Center

Reaching now the people without face and place
Helping by using my ears twice as much
As my mouth. “I am here. What made you call tonight?”
No,not long-lost love line: best practice to break the ice!

Yes, making a difference, myself homeless and shiftless
A transplant, neither black, white, nor female – categories liked and known
Those like me, BEIC victim, “To Company’s tea plantations in Bengal,”
Was the lie unveiled in South Africa, Guyana, Fiji.Freedom Lover
 still?

Abel Tasman - Diary 1642

ABEL  TASMAN    -  DIARY  1642


Long since we left the quay,  
My glass has scanned  the astral dome.
Bright though these stars may be, 
They are not the stars of home.





5  January   2020

…………………………………………………………………………….

NOTE  The Dutchman Abel Tasman discovered Tasmania, New Zealand, and Fiji.

Your Red, White and Blue

Can you see beyond the mask?
Can you see the man behind the camouflage?

This man has fought for you, protecting you, 
your children and your kind at large.

Can you look into his eyes? Can you understand 
his thoughts? After so much sacrifice, or do you 
simply just not give a toss?
This man is from Fiji but has spent years fighting 
for you. This man is from Fiji but he has fought for your 
red, white and blue.

Do we now insult him by making him pay for life
saving treatment from the NHS?  

If that’s what this is..... then I’m ashamed of my 
Britishness!

Tropic Triangle

Fiji eve, afire ...

palms blow kisses to the moon -

jealous coral sky

~





Written and submitted on September 28, 2018
For the "Haiku In The Tropics" Poetry Contest
Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor

Well Water

She offered me a glass of water from the tap.
Delighted by the fact I happily accepted.
This wasn't like anything I've ever tasted.
I've never had Evian but I'd bottle it the same.
This particular taste wasn't accompanied by anything sour.
A strange taste that makes your face scrunch.
Before I knew it I drunk the glass whole.
Fiji water is an acquired taste.
But all in all I still enjoyed it.
I asked for another glass, feeling each ripple swish around my mouth.
All water doesn't taste the same and this by far.
The best water I ever tasted.
Ice included. 
Fogging the outside of the glass.
Fingerprints forever stained. 
If I was a fish I'd be in heaven. 
The correctness of solely something to become apart of.
The importance that signifies how great this is.
The human tongue is an amazing thing.
Enjoying the spring water that flows directly from the well of your heart

Wish I Was, Here, There and Everywhere

Paris in the spring time,
As the world comes to life,
I'd be on someone else's dime,
Fall in love and forget my strife.
Los Angeles for the glamour,
I'd mingle with the stars,
I'd watch the paparazzi clamour,
To get the scoop in high end bars.
Fiji for sand, sea and sun,
I'd laze on the beach,
The nights would be fun,
My worries out of reach.
In Rio de Janeiro, I would dance,
In Rome and Venice, I'd find romance.

March 2017

Mac User Or Pc

9/8/16


Are you a Mac user or PC?

Do you prefer Justin's or Reese's?

A few times, I saw the movie "E.T."
And I once slept in a teepee

Shouldn't be sleazy
Or greedy

Got to get after it daily, weekly
Monthly and yearly, routinely

You can wish for a lamborghini
But you got to work smart and hard for it, instead of hoping to find a genie

I wore a lot of hoodies and beanies
And scaled many hills and mountains freely

Didn't always eat my wheaties
Just some smoke, alcohol and food that was greasy

Naively
Spent most of the cheese I made rather briefly

Realize, you can't expect any freebie
Or it all to be easy
That's just foolish, whether or not you ever believe me

Don't make an fool of yourself and assume
Anything underneath the sun and moon
That just may lead to your own doom

One day I'm going to visit Fiji
With my lady wearing a pink bikini
As we kick back with our own martinis

Could go on about drinks and food, like kiwis
Sweet Tea
And fettucine
Alfredo with roasted zucchini

But I'd rather spare you that completley

By: Dalton Ogletree

Cry of An Eight Year

I fear…
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?

Your rough rugged hands looming towards my cheeks
This is not like the usual touch of yours
It is something else
Your touch doesn’t make me protective anymore
It makes me shiver
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?

Your eyes doesn’t have the love that it used to possess for me
Your eyes has turned devilish 
With a cunning grin you encroach towards me
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?

You pushed me hard on the soft sofa
But I felt the pain in my small heart
You pinned down my hands hard
I tried to run
But you punched me
You ripped me off my pride and
Ate the fruit of the very seed you planted

I fear…DAD!!! I Fear
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?

(From the perspective of a victim of Child Sexual Abuse, a problem which is so persistent yet not noticed. Amazingly in Fiji 95% of the perpetrators of Child Sexual Abuse are known to the victim according to Fiji Women Crisis Center)

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