Long Hawaiian Poems
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He asked her to be his acquaintance
she smiled and spoke of the words
he used.
he said to her if my camp again to win
you over is successful then these words
might help to define or redefine what
is needed in our relationship to help in
those times of creativity.
She smiled again, than if i'm seeking offers
from others do you think these words would
put you over?
In all fairness anyone who preseeds me might have
a greater chance of soothing you into a relationship
what lacks perfection is often spoken into doubt
yet the togetherness of obligation respoils the need
of being as one. You are a babbler she said. foolish
Undefine it sounds intelligent but once I sift through
the definitions it might crumble beneath my feet..
Must one toil when the task is to love and be love
that the other might be loved in return?
Moments and moments she said each
more special than the other, might than I'll understand?
Often called rumination or overthinking, the chore
of doing tires. Numbering the days ahead might leave
you lonely, she told him. He answered saying only,
what wonders the night, might the two wish each others
company.Scherzo a light playful smirk she smiled with
a glaring glee. You enjoy working against yourself.
Juxtaposition
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She went out of way to be different and noticed.
I loved her walk and the way she allowed herself noticed.
" That plain sleeveless spaghetti strap: why do so many
sexy women love hawaiian beaches. I meet a gorgeous Gal
on the shores of Oahu. I applauded the designers
as much as this lovely woman." The Wow's for a Pretty Woman.
POPPIES & MUSHROOMS
I desire a beautiful sky.
One to inhale with my big brown eyes.
Fly like a kite,
under the midday light.
Join me in this lollipop fight.
Till we say Goodnight.
Let's sit on the floor Indian style.
Passing around the same smile.
Holding each other by the wing.
As we take a puff and sing,
a song about: Poppies and Mushrooms,
Lets hold hands and enjoy the fumes.
I rub my bare body with poison ivy.
A poisonous Vera, deep aloe skin deep
I enjoy the penetration under my earthly skin.
With the goodness of a sneeze that feels like a sin.
With Poppies and Mushrooms,
my hair I groom.
An inviolate flight on acid.
Skinny dipping in the calmness placid.
I want to touch that elephant in the sky.
Before the illusion vanishes before my eyes.
Pink clouds and fluffy marshmallows.
Purple kittens and rainbow shadows.
Liquid bamboo, and poppies too.
Cocoa mushrooms, to get rid of the flu.
Poppies and Mushrooms, in a jungle beat.
Down my legs, like a dog in rut.
Poppies and mushrooms, and a giant balloon.
Pop one for me, and act like a baboon.
Walk with me across this gingerbread bridge.
Let's use up all the cake in the fridge.
Graffiti and skittles,
While I sing "Hey Diddle Diddle."
Lets follow the unicorn, with green feet.
Poppies and Mushrooms ever so sweet.
Here Kitty Kitty, feel my heart pulse.
Hear me meow and tweet tweet tweet.
Kool-Aid and Hawaiian punch for lunch.
How about some orange Captain Crunch.
Poppies and Mushrooms, from the sky I fell.
Footsteps down the yellow belly tripping trail.
Skip to my Lou, it's time to swallow another pink pill.
And sing me this song, where all these illusions are real.
by;p.d.
"Life being what it is when one dreams of revenge," ... Paul Gauguin
Light seasoning dash a chain last resort
as zephyr courses an edged clement squeeze ...
sun gods and goddesses front more ... last sort.
Muzzled chartreuse turtles exhale teal seas,
fed cool streams persuade a lush verdant spree.
Cascading falls echoed balanced wildlife,
aground or in flight where heaven's decree,
claimants amity free beyond the rife.
Hawaiian spun air spells a differing,
abated Summer rains, engorge their Fall.
Ocean water's temperate offering
uncommon to most except those who call
these islands, their home. The tourists share cold
tales, saying here's paradise--we've been told.
t’s crazy how many bad minds there are in this country,
How many listen to Charles Ives' Symphony No. 1
In the traffic jams on the bridge of Iroise? I am the only one,
No, they prefer to bump the ass of your modest car.
It’s crazy how many bad minds there are in this country,
They prefer to think about their EDF bill, the numbers of the lottery
think of their Hawaiian shirts and jewelry boxes
Suck candy and make fish tails.
How many listen to the first symphony of Charles Ives,
in their car as big as a hippopotamus,
They never ask why their lives pass so fast. It’s crazy,
Forget them, listen to your symphony of Charles Ives.
They will never understand that the earth turns around them wonderfully.
While eating my lunch...at the SANTA PIE restaurant
BABIES IN PIELAND...were sitting next to me and my aunt
We were telling them stories...like HOW THE PIE STOLE CHRISTMAS
And how the PIE-RATES of the Caribbean is a movie...not to miss
The WIZARD OF PIE...had his hands full of flour
When the PIE HARD Hawaiian...had burnt and went sour
So they threw out the pie, and they served me some lox
As I listened to THE PIES OF MUSIC...play on the juke-box
So the moral of the story...PIE ACTUALLY is
GONE WITH THE PIE...oh my, gee whiz
Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michele Faulkner
11-24-2018
Teened and tan,
Walking along gravel paths
with you holding my hand.
The sun so lovingly warm
Blessing our innocence.
The sound of Lake Como's
waves blessing the sand.
Your Hawaiian shirt open,
Your chest magnificently tan.
In a train caboose people
used as a resting place,
'twas inside.....
That you and I shared a hug
and our first summer kiss.
Tis but a shimmering memory,
but nonetheless, of complete
and utter happiness.
The glory of the flowers that
surrounded that caboose..
Adds to these musings and
these ever free thoughts so
eternally vivid~~in memory.
June 20, 2019
4:45am PST
From one film to the other, your creative styles,
Rebels joined, save a world, then you, sacrificed a girl,
Online programmers that you had caused their riles,
Mr. Santino wanted New York as part of his world,
New bodies agents inhabit, mafia's list, you've been added,
Earned right to learn 'new school', while brother played you for a fool,
Oracle knew that you're the one, as bodies piled while on the run,
Trinity loved you, that you knew, with a price on your head, all wanted you,
Only machines rule off humans' body heat, get Santino, so to be complete,
Just when things weren't cooling down, Cassian searched all over town,
Of the agents, leader wanted to get ahead, on the train, he wanted John dead,
His team want to rescue their own, Cassian he warned, or he wont be around,
Neo wanted to go alone, instead, but Winston told John, "Not here", he said,
World saw the light, Neo did the trick, John didn't have it, he must split quick,
In rousing dance, chants, people are one, eyes o'er shoulders, he's on the run,
Can Neo have a new machines flick, more dinner reservations, 3rd John Wick,
Keanu's versatile--better to none, persona and lifestyle, simply being #1.
~~Born 09/02/1964, Beirut, Lebanon, mother English, from Essex, UK, dad American, from Hawaii, mixed race with Native Hawaiian lineage~~
If reincarnation is possible
I wanna come back as a lion
King of the beasts roaming free
Or perhaps a native Hawaiian
A famous dentist, a noted doctor
Or maybe a computer guru
King of a brand new country
Ballerina making her debut
Maybe come back as a piglet
Been acting a bit like a slob
Perhaps a famous ball player
Like nasty old Ty Cobb
I know, I've got it, this is it
Greatest lover ever known
With a huge bevy of beauties
Like a sultan upon his throne
If reincarnation is possible
Coming back is very appealing
Maybe return as a billionaire
With riches up to the ceiling
[Verse 1]
The lithium, the satellite
The blood moon in a sleepless night
The reels you posted, burning bright
Still echo in my chest
The AI wrote a lullaby
The sea caught fire, the wires lie
But somewhere deep behind my eyes
She dances like the rest
[Chorus]
There she goes, my beautiful muse
There she goes with nothing to lose
There she goes, and I light her fuse
There she goes again
I don’t need fame, I don’t need news
I’d trade it all for just her truth
There she goes, my beautiful muse
Come back again
[Verse 2]
Zelensky held the world at bay
While Musk lit up the Milky Way
That girl on TikTok paints her pain
With glitter and defiance
And from Portland, some guy let it go
Quit his job, set sail solo
He swears he saw her ghost in gold
Off some Hawaiian island
[Chorus]
There she goes, my beautiful muse
There she goes with nothing to prove
There she goes like a whispered bruise
There she goes again
I don't want likes, I don’t want views
Just give me something I can use
There she goes, my beautiful muse
And here I am
[Bridge]
I’ll write her name in candlelight
I’ll rock alone through every night
I’ll sing beneath the algorithm sky
While dreamers burn and prophets fly
They broke the world and called it art—
Me, I just want her beating heart
[Chorus]
There she goes, my beautiful muse
There she goes through the static and news
There she goes like a myth I choose
There she goes again
I’ll kneel for less, I’ll plead for more
I’ll wait alone behind the door
There she goes, my beautiful muse
Like she always did before
[Outro]
Send that stuff on down to me
Just her voice, or poetry
Not the noise or dopamine
Just her company tonight
This is a wink to Nick Cave.. if you know you know.
The guy is a genius with lyrics!
Note: Grateful for an 8th place finish in the Your Choice P Contest.
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AUDIO: Song was written by a Hawaiian queen after her king dies overseas, sung by my cousin
*Tree is a Norfolk Island Pine
Our Last Hawaii Christmas
Our home looked like The Munsters house, above town road
the loft's great hall, tall tree stands near mom's grand
cut fresh from our Norfolk pine lot
distant, in the country --
colorful lights, bells, tinsels, and stuffed animals
through the french doors greet eyes beautifully.
Our curved hilltop driveway, white lights held each palm tree
six bay windows, rainbow-hued variables
the roof and dormers shone brightly
front stone stairs glowed, blued watt --
many had helped dad who meticulously planned
his trials made for a simple workload.
Our Christmas eve, *Lau Lau replaced Christmas ham mode
large gifts in the back of the tree, all fanned
while smallest stacked fronted their spot
freed tracks train chugs clearly --
mom wore reds and whites, played the grand, sung madrigals
it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine, in Hawaii.
*Lau Lau; a small cut of butterfish added to chopped Hawaiian salted pork, then wrapped in taro leaf, lastly, stem-tied-ti leaf-wrapped and (present-day method) in lieu of ti-leaf, foil paper is used then placed in a steam cooker.
*Twas to be our last Christmas in Hawaii (Big Island),
in ensuing months, we lost our home when our great hall
parlor drapes caught fire, our family then moved to
Bath, Maine as it was heartbreaking for our parents
to bear.
2020 December 28th
A Little Memory - My Invented Form
*2nd Place*
~~Constance La France
ALOHA, to our once trimmed Norfolk Island Pines
*Due to our departure, the pines is now a forest, too tall to sell, now hardly sold publically