Wave just kiss the shore
Retreat back to the sea; he
Does not belong there.
Back and forth he kiss
Retreat back again to sea
Does it everyday.
For so long a time
By obsession, he decide
Engulfing all lands.
No more land, all sea
By obsession, he's now king
Land is his minion.
Union came intense
The sea and land give off from
belly an island.
An island so white
Cleaned, unblemished, innocent
Fresh from conception.
For so long a time
The intruders like it; trees grow
Birds and the likes came.
The island news fame
People came, live one by one
Big constructions rave.
The island rose fame
Foreigners came lodge and lull
You'll hear laughter roar.
Beauty and commerce
Rule the island; visitors
In all walks flourish.
They are now at peace
The land rule the inside reign
The sea rule outside.
We're just visitors
Here, there, near or everywhere
We goes back our home.
Categories:
islander, engagement, extended metaphor, imagination,
Form: Senryu
I live on an island in the Pacific region
The largest body of water is the OCEAN
Like, can we be more Pacific?
I think Christopher Columbus got lost
Because the directions were not pacific
Oh, excuse me, the Pacific Ocean
Where you will find the small islands (micronesia)
Where you will find the black islands (melanesia),
Where you will find the many islands (polynesia)
Generally, the islanders are like coconuts
So hard on the outside
But succulent on the inside
Yet they always end up wanting Samoa
Get this,
An assault by an Islander
is called a Hawaiian Punch
At times, these islands need a therapist when they are in a tropical depression
Some islands have sunk
Oh no do not laugh
That is not funny atoll
Sea yourself out
Therefore, I live on an island
A small island
I am a MICRO
I mean, how can I get more pacific than that?
Categories:
islander, appreciation, culture, history, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
The wide porch with
its green wicker furniture
looks out on the little park
that splits the street.
Great gnarled oak trees
stand guard over
the weathered benches
scattered here and there.
Veterans these oaks are,
many with amputated limbs
after untold years of
nor’easters and hurricanes,
but still standing tall.
A new generation of squirrels
plays tag up and down
the trunks and branches.
I pretend I am on my old porch
(just a few blocks away),
sitting on the blue and white
striped cushions of my glider,
looking out at the park
with its great oaks that
split that street in two.
Now I am a visitor; I refuse
to say I am a tourist.
I am still an islander,
though I now live far away.
Categories:
islander, feelings, home, introspection, memory,
Form: Free verse
Aloha, Connie Marcum Wong
A fellow islander, here in the State of Hawaii
Plain common folks in touch with its aina (land)
Noticed by many soupers long before this tadpole swam the pond
Well-grounded, skilled with a pen, with a memorable persona,
In my view, I became a welcomed homey, charmingly receptive, in a comfortable regular confab of subject subtleties to filling, reflections of a lifetime,
From our friends to our families to our Hawaii ~~
...of a gorgeous floral lei, imagined or realized
...both pales in comparison
...Aloha always
...my blessings,
...Connie
2019 September 20
*2nd Place*
Pick a Friend on Soup
~~Bobby May
Categories:
islander, allegory, angel, character, friend,
Form: Narrative
In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e
Take without hesitation this crib
Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt
Sprinkle it over my eternal wound as you - ad lib
Watch me burn out in a moment like a thunderbolt!
The crown of this banquet - a jewel
Giving this islander of isolation
A continent of frontiers in a cave of cruel
Boarding and grafting,
Waiting and longing,
I am on the keep as an Egret,
Consumed by the beast that is nibbling from within,
Eating the words in the shadow of regret.
Diving through the burning hellfire
Covered in self-inflicted lacerations of magma
And the beating heart enveloped in wire
Then an impulse in the head...[Snap!] syntagma!
Scream followed by howling
Bloody markings splashed across the wall
Stop the brawl, ante bellum, atoll, at all!
Categories:
islander, motivation,
Form: Free verse
The day my life went crazy
I dreamed I traveled
to the Island of Insanity,
when i arrived there wasn't
any sign of humanity,
it was totally deserted and
lacking any vitality except
for an old man who I heard
using profuse profanity
while living in a hatched hut
by himself without any formality,
this was his reality.
In between spitting out his bad words,
he said that the island was once
a thriving urbanity until a tribe of
head hunters of great brutality
murdered every islander creating
a mayhem of bloody mortality,
he ecaped from the pandemonium
while hiding in deep caverns near
an area of volcanity so not to
become another fatality,
praying to keep his mentality,
the lone survivor finally resurfaced,
after several years of living in mundanity,
his appearance was frightful with hollow
looking eyes and a beard sweeping the ground,
making him look as if a creature of inanity.
Categories:
islander, mental illness,
Form: Narrative
There's an Island I know which is surrounded
by a deep, blue ocean,
filled with mermaids, Lochness monsters,
giant octopuses, and dolphins
that can talk!
Within the Island, we have folks of all kind,
who have met somehow through time....
Genghis Khan is an architect;
he's doing something different and peaceful,
rather than attacking his fellow Islanders.
Cleopatra is a great chef,
making all kinds of sea delicacies
the Nile will never know about.
Darwin is still an archaeologist;
he has dry bones hidden in his research lab;
he's convinced some Islanders may have
vampire genes in them!
Fishermen love Elvis. He sings so well
the fish jump into the nets in their hundreds.
"No Elvis, No Fishing!" is their motto.
A great number of electric eels are missing,
and no Islander knows why....
Tesla is secretly making electricity from marine
life without a Wildlife Warrant.
Yes, the Island is full of strange people and things
which seem normal and usual to them.
I always carry the Island with me,
like the mythical Giant Turtle.
The Island is in my thoughts....
Categories:
islander, creation, fantasy, funny, humor,
Form: Narrative
The Tahitian sparrows won't sip,
The Albatross won't dive deep,
The pelican, the islander
Poorer than before,
Has to suffer and keep...
The agony...inside him and her,
And the world at large is watching,
The tyranny...
The imperialism that was once before,
Here it comes once again,
To poison your rips,
French foe..Foe,
Three two one go...bang!
Spare me Francois, it is Joe...
Who would suffer...
Go general...just go,
Deep...deep and on the surface blow
Categories:
islander, abuse, environment, hurt, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve been a pirate on black seas,
Explorer where the oceans freeze,
A monarch on an opaled throne,
An islander with rings of bone—
Inside the “British Colonies” thick section
Of my boyhood stamp collection.
Categories:
islander, adventure
Form: Verse
Across the River, West 'tis that
at the cliffs & clefts of Victoria above
blackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano
& not-so-merried ferries, the promontory sits of
visage, resplendented of red deer & red bear &
white Eagles' scat from Lady Liberty!
Why, in the glare of where, opossum
& red squirrel, vied in-passioned
imposters of small virtue in deed
sought, wrought of purloin
for some vertu & bijouterie
for Manhattan!
(The Chief Islander) - so the Mythic goes!
But hey!, it's up-on the BigScreen, now
playin' @ The Bijou, & in the dutri-plexes
& plexes of plexiglasse &
MegaPlexes of Tribeca, in the Tri-boros+2...
Avaunt! Above Verrazzano visage
tramontane, there! the Filth & Flair
of City fare, miasma which got us into
insouciant Dutch!
Categories:
islander, allegory, history, native american,
Form: Prose Poetry