Islands Poems

VIRGIN ISLANDS

SEBASTIAN HOW YOU SANG 
IN ME RAISING THE HARMONIC 
AQUSTIC SOUNDS ABOVE THE 
TEAL WATERS OF WHITE SAND 
THE SYMPHONY STORMED ACROSS 
THE SEA WITH OUR INFAMOUS 
MELODY CREATING A PERCESSION 
OF DANCE TRIGGERED BY THE 
SOFTNESS OF YOUR TOUCH MY 
KINGS ARRIVED DETROYING THE 
HARSHNESS THAT BESTOWED A 
TIMING OF MURDER THE MOMENT 
WE

Islands

   Stark forests
   Salted earth
   Waste land of sticks and shapes

   Lucayan people buried in caves
   Hiding from explorers
   Trying to enslave

   How do you discover
   A land where people live
   Only by theft of what they

You Are a Rainbow POTD

A while ago I read
an article
about the people of the Marshall Islands,
about their language,
their history,
their fragile,
disappearing
home.
I learned about
a word they have,
so versatile,
so complex.
“Iakwe” means
hello,
goodbye,
I love you.
But the most important meaning
(to me at least):
You are a rainbow.
And,
like the rainbow people
in the Marshall Islands,
you are beautiful;
you are worth waiting for
and worth searching for
(so let no one tell

The Islands

The islands seem afloat in the sea
So have they been through the ages
Yet they have not gone on a journey
Even as they are bombarded with waves
When a tempestuous storm rage
They are anchored at the deepest level
At the bed of the ocean floor
Where mainland and island are stayed
And connected as one massive body
That is the generous,

Harbour Islands Pink Sand

at eight am I arrive at Harbour Island
a calm beach with pink sand
she resides in the Bahamas
if you want to visit her

the sand does not look as pink as the photos
But it is not brown or tan either
Will it be softer than regular gritty sand?
I take off my shoes

this sand is warm, and wobbly
moving like

From the Balcony

Distant noises in the morning
Distant morning spread its flair
Got no learning from the yearning
Boys are riding boards out there
Something metal knocks on metal
Birds are flapping down and up
I take off the whistling kettle
For the instant coffee cup
Comes a rare span of silence
And among the flowers I
Sit and gaze at floating islands,
Formless islands in the sky.

Tropical Island

Tears behind the cocktails,
Rowing down to calmness
Oasis was found,
Pure life's gratitude
I found after my mistake.
Confident I feel while I'm breathing loneliness.
Awake with open eyes
Lonely in a tropical island.

Isolated in the middle of the world, I wonder. I wander.
Sun shines above me with compassion, but I'm struggling.
Lucky that I saw a boat I could call its

Pearl Of The Orient

Land of the seas and glorious sunshine
Sparkling Pearl of the Orient Sealine

Strategically and truly well-placed 
This great country's sun-kissed islands are laced

Lined up with palm fronds and coconut trees
salubrious climate that drives cool breeze

Pearls of Heaven lay scattered in the sea
Are the beautiful islands that we see

Historic past meets glorious future
Modern Philippines is poised to

Ink of the Islands

In the heart of the Pacific, where waves cradle secrets,
**Tatau** emerges—a sacred script etched upon skin,
A symphony of charcoal rivers, whispered stories,
**Samoan souls bloom**.

**Pe'a**, the male canvas, bears courage's weight,
Thighs adorned with ancestral tales—
A map of strength, resilience, and honor.
Charcoal ink flows, tracing lineage,
Each stroke a testament to warriors past,
Their spirits dancing in the breeze.

And

SEVEN THOUSAND ISLANDS

SEVEN THOUSAND ISLANDS

Some five hundred miles East of Vietnam
The Phillipines is a multi-island archipelago
Named in honour of King Phillip of Castile
It was Spain’s mid sixteenth century deal
But colonisation and ownership a farrago
Won by Spain but then lost to Uncle Sam

Conquered by Japan in Second World War
Won Back by US but became independent
Restoring a Filipino focus

Born To Dance

Born wearing ballet shoes
without knowing,
far in the deep nature, 
in the Sakhalin Islands,
a ballet star opened his eyes
for the first time.

Warmed by the love of his
family, he grew up happy
until his life changed.
He travelled without ballet shoes to Riga, 
where he saw a new beginning, 
still warmed by his mum.

A beautiful blond seven year old

Two Icy Islands

Two Icy Islands

Cracks appear in the ice
Become wider but we don’t cross
We each urge the other to jump
To join the other on their slab of ice
I motion to you, you motion to me
Neither jump. Our agonised faces 
Watch as the gap widens until
It’s impossible to leap, to bridge.
Set adrift, you go your way
I go mine,

The Bahama Islands , Our Nation of Shallow Seas

The Bahama  Islands 
our nation of shallow seas
our archipelago in the sun we live on
which the Lord our God
laid our foundation of life 
upon the shallow plantations 
of The Atlantic Ocean

We are a consecrated nation 
the envy of our Greater Antillean siblings
the best kept secret 
for in the eyes of our Creator
our seas as

The Islands Are Not Lonely

now,
(my) collection of poems
library
on the bookshelf
coming out
in backpack bag
at the coffee shop
into back trouser pocket,
I'm going to meet you.

Hebridean Summer

The grey skies shift to blue, and now a breeze
is heralding a longed-for transformation.
With rainbow colours Mother Earth is blessed 
and all the islands of the west caressed, reborn.
Sweet Summer knows no storm.

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