*Image of Beautiful Haku Lei by PIN.
A Day In May
May 1st is observed as "Lei Day"
wholly o'er the Hawaiian isles,
garlands on hula dancers sway
as colorful flowers gift smiles.
Haku is a lei meant, "to braid",
opened ends with complex flowers
like the "Bird of Paradise", weighed
mass blends trim blooms crowning showers.
2022 May 10
*4th Place*
A Lay for A Day In May
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 May 15
*RZ; abab, cdcd, & HMS; 8 syllables x 8 lines
hummingbird hovers
on columbines with nectar -
the art of new plants
when world was a mess
what I pondered and would guess
due to all of the stress
Horn Haku
a lei
warmly undulates in the harbor,
scented blossoms in the surf,
welcoming each voyager
with frangipani, plumeria, shells and
haku mele. the ukulele and current
gently pulls with mellifluous undertow.
a garland aloha and hula hips
enhance each Polynesian hug
in passionate sunrise and sunset hues.
8/7/2018
haku mele — weaving a poetic text, chant, or song
PARADISE ISLANDS
At the end of a double rainbow ~ golden sands ~
Hawaiian sands ~ beside ~ azure waters
My plaited lei roars ~ toward ~
~ Lover’s footprints ~ on sandy shore
Waikiki my ~ happily ever after ~ dream
~ Haku mele ~ strums upon ukulele
Coconut tans and bare feet ~ embrace ~
Oahu ~ the gathering place ~ sunrise to sunset
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
the intuitive, with an intimate touch
inner feelings..before & beyond
Have you ever heard
of the little boy who lived
in the dreams of yore
His name was Haku
he wished to visit people
But he never could
He'd only appear
in the dreams of those who knew
The sound of his song
"Come, gently, sweet child
Dream of our days long ago
And listen for me"
"Dream always in bliss
Dream of this wonderful show
And watch for my call"
Those that know this dream
Have lived their lives blissfully
They have heard his song
These are the ones who
remember the dreams they had
They wait for Haku
ice cold stare,
Old mans glare
it all makes me..
quite aware.
He tries to hide
but cannot dare
for he is the one
in my layer.
Mommy why is he still standing there?
He won’t leave me.
Winter comes
so does spring
fall passes
summer brings.
every year he stays here.
and never disappears.
one year
he finally came near
i told him it was time
and he pulled out a spindle of wire
and a bottle of wine.
a thimble of twine.
He tied me up
and hung me up on my balcony.
he was very kind.
to give me a sip of some red wine.
I fell asleep.
as peaceful..
as can be.
~ Helena Haku Ulery
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