Long Lei Poems
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Everyone hates my poetry
Because it doesn’t wear makeup.
Because it stares too long,
or not long enough.
Because it mentions the body
like a room that remembers
every man who left his name in dust.
Because it’s too sad,
too loud,
too holy,
too raw—
because it does not ask permission
to bleed
where others would politely weep.
They say I should whisper.
I scream in stanzas instead.
Line breaks like broken bones —
each one healed wrong on purpose.
I rhyme “fxxk” with “forgiveness”
and call it a sacrament.
I flirt with ghosts.
I give grief a seat at the table.
I write what I can’t confess.
And then I press send.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
?
Go your own way, they say.
But I was never theirs to lose.
I won’t be your throat,
your mouth,
your Sunday-quiet muse.
Dance in the avalanche —
I’ll be drinking full-blooded wine.
You butter your toast,
I’ll bleed ink and call it divine.
I’m Dracula,
you’re limpets —
clinging to shores of should.
Sinister mercy monsters
with teeth made of wood.
You won’t take mine.
I’ve bartered them
for metaphor.
For myth.
For the kind of flame
that never asks to be understood.
I sit on a throne
shaped like an electric chair,
burning truth until
only the bones of beauty remain.
You?
You live in living rooms.
You collect pretty things.
I braid your betrayal
into a lei of lunacy —
my madness in bloom.
Say I’m too old.
Too female.
Too much.
There’s something in the water.
Damn right.
I am the water.
I merge with ocean light.
The moon kisses me goodnight.
Why do I need your approval to feel seen?
Must just be a throwback trauma dream.
Your eyes — not galaxies,
but black holes,
sucking the light from my becoming.
I offered constellations,
you brought collapse.
But still—
I orbit my own flame.
Still, I rise in ruin’s dress,
sequined with scars.
I chew the fat
with better men than you,
men who don’t flinch
when a woman burns through.
Men who sip my fury like wine,
and still
ask for another glass.
You?
You watered me down,
then called me “too much”
for the mess you made.
?
And still I write.
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The sconce opens with Mushtin and Scobell in a heated discussion about her duties and her new relationship( YinsTill is his name)
(the Well dressed woman wishes to seduce away her new lover might she become pregnant)
La cosa peggiore sono io che desidero averlo
il suo sorriso da baciare
che lei non sappia nulla
a lei il suo vantarsi di lui
e c'è un amore speciale
per cui io possa ridere e scrollarmelo di dosso
poi tutta sola
lui è mio
un sorrisetto o un sorriso
oh puttana tua
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Il peggio sono io
o dovrei osare
amare qualcuno
a cui sembra importare
il peggio sono io in queste circostanze
un bacio e un sussurro
uno sguardo giocoso
il peggio sono io
credere
che lui mi voglia bene
e non lasciarmi mai
essere così gentile
ricevere il suo amore
che mondo pensare
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Yins Till's Song
Il peggio sono io
che fingo di preoccuparmi
dell'amore delle donne
che sembro condividere
Il peggio sono io
che si sappia
in ogni tono
Il peggio sono io
che il mondo sappia
che un cattivo o un cattivo
l'amore rende tutto così
Wost is Me (ciercles,cercles)
Written By:
Cantor Scrivnota
"Bespoked"
Cantor Scrivinota
Dramma Giocoso
Due Dive e un Divo
" Grandest Show"
Haute Couture
a fashion model falls in love with
a Arch creator
but an Actress wishes
to become pregnant at the same time
that his fiancée does: in spite of anything
Her reasoning of doing is that she knew him first.
The scene is the actress holding a broom to the
woman suggesting she is a witch..
Ultra violet light is the sound of
the violens
and the woodwinds need the light
photosynthesis is heard int the flutes
down to the tubas
the percussions are the raindrops.
They hope to never expereince drought.
Il vero motivo per cui quest'opera fu scritta fu una battuta
fatta da Lord Enrico Ashton, che disse che
il modello aveva un sedere ossuto e che i due scandinavi avrebbero dovuto condividere un godemiché. He is to play the clown, he refuses to wear the waredrobe assigned to him.
He sneared with curses.
http://bit.ly/Segunda_Edição_Grátis_Poemas_Espíritas_para_Espíritos_Encarnados
Essa é a 2ª Edição - 2019 Poemas Espíritas para Espíritos Encarnados. Traduzido pelos autores da 27ª Edição em Catalão, Italiano, Alemão e Francês.
Cada poesia desse livro leva uma mensagem integral. Para a ciência e para a filosofia.
Como ciência, cada mensagem propaga fatos de uma nova ordem que não podem ser explicados por leis conhecidas. A partir desse ponto os autores, viventes, investigam, verificam e explicam. Em seguida deduzem as conseqüências e sugerem aplicações úteis no cotidiano.
Como filosofia, estabelece as consequências que advêm de tais fatos ? aceitar ou recusar sugestões ? e procura facilitar aos leitores (as) a compreensão de toda a realidade como doutrina moral.
A transformação das almas, ? dos seres humanos ? é proposta através da educação de seus sentimentos e da prática do amor.
Assim sendo, as mensagens estão distribuídas em três grandes blocos. No primeiro bloco (aproximadamente 200 páginas) as mensagens são publicadas considerando o pensamento de espíritos a partir do momento que decidem encarnar.
No segundo bloco (cerca de 300 páginas) as mensagens são proposições para educação de sentimentos e da prática do amor ? na vida pessoal e profissional de cada alma.
O terceiro bloco e último bloco trata de mostrar as expectativas do espírito tiradas de sua vivência com almas neste mundo. Abre as perspectivas radiantes do futuro e divulga a crença da existência de uma lei justa e equitativa. Lança um raio de esperança na noite de suas incertezas, e ensina a não tremer antes da morte.
Abra esse livro com confiança, leia-o atentamente, porque emana de duas pessoas encarnadas que, acima de tudo, desejam o melhor para cada pessoa nesse mundo.
Entre vocês, muitos podem rejeitar nossas conclusões; apenas um pequeno número as aceitará. O que importa! Nós não buscamos o sucesso.
Dois motivos nos inspiram: respeito e amor à verdade.
Happy Birthday to a dear son,
I think of all the good memories we shared.
The beautiful picnic at Whit church,
With our relatives , there was a pond, very scenic.
The years growing up and going to school,
The university graduation and the many happy years with our grandparents.
Our parents big old house where we lived together with your mom and aunt Antje.
The picnics at Jack Darling park, skipping stones in the water.
The frisbee days where we would drive from our grandparent's house ,
We'd get a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and have a picnic.
Then we were off to the Dairy queen for an ice cream,
I used to drive in those days, I don't drive anymore.
We were off to Dietrich Bonhoeffer church where i taught Sunday school,
I had my young children with me in our Sunday school class.
That was quite a distance for us to travel,
With God's help we travelled safely.
The beautiful Poinsetta Erik brought his mother at Christmas,
I remember the hug was very nice.
Erik's exquisite wedding to Lisette,
I couldn't be there but he sent me pictures,.
That was a beautiful Hawaiin wedding on the beach,
He wore a white papal suit with a hawaiin lei and his wife wore a white bridal gown.
Many good memories, I am very thankful for my sons Kirk and Erik and my miracle wedding to my husband Walter of twenty years,
We are still friends today.
The long drives to our A frame cottage at North Bay when the children were young,
I cooked and Walter got the fireplace going,to keep us warm.
Summers we would go swimming in the shallow water,
rowing in our rowboat.
Then we would drive back to our beautiful house , the children loved games.
Monopoly was our favorite and of course chess.
We would spend hours with these games, we also liked gin rummy.
I remember the rubix cube years, the children were good at solving them,
Many good memories and I will always be thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Incrementally corporeal essence, here
to fore i.e. figurative spear
tire of mine, doth elicit despair
daily appall, thus I air
part tickle laurel lei objection
able bane, cuz this tear
rubble flabbiness a glare
ring anatomical feature, I swear
shape shifted into a dare
ridge hubble unsightly
bulge ballooning mere
lee (just south of nada so clear
lee belly button), where
former wash board abdomen veer
hilly subsumed by displeasing scare
really hated love handles glare
ring paunches noticeable, especially
when belly bare
adduce sing the culprit bing
one or more daring
pharmacological prescription eliminating
debilitating panic attacks,
albeit re: fashioning
my metabolism, but
necessary medications giving
immeasurable un bull heaving
relief to this generally
skeptical person instilling
joyus rapture, where
psychological state jitterbugging
(a slight bit of hyperbole,
I tango with) kickstarting
long overdue ability
to experience living
shorn of paralyzing anxiety,
yes every now and again
isolated heated flare ups making
stellar appearance, asper
wren literal "NON
FAKE" pennilessness,
and a concomitant stress
inducing circumstance naming
management due to inspect
occupied apartment units
this next oncoming
week (October seventh -
thirteenth) inducing palpitating
heart, irritable bowel syndrome,
and non quitting
excessive (no pun intended -
heavy handed) perspiration,
but generally "speaking" quieting
torturous unbearable
woebegone raging
adrenaline hellishly riotous smiting
my body electric
condemning torturing
poisoning relentlessly (like
stinging scorpions) upending
many prime decades vice wrenching
yoking ambivalence nose zing
worthlessness toward
total mortal kombat!
Aloha Weeps
Aloha weeps
In waves of grief
Pounding on a windswept beach
To grieve the loss of gracious footsteps
That gently walked upon its sand
Where the waves that tickled her heart
Now carry a plumeria lei
Beyond the horizon.
Pele mourns
Her adopted child
Whose fiery imagination
Flowed like lava in poetry
To build new lands of inspiration
Child, laughing in pikaki’s fragrant garden,
Slips quietly from breath’s bonds
Past the islands’ shores.
Trade winds grieve
Murmuring her name
Steadfast
In gossamer hues
Of orchids and hibiscus,
Hawaii’s pua aloalo,
So they remember to give
Breath to her words
Gliding over rolling surf
And rustling palms.
Rainbows cry
Reach out to touch
Her giving servant heart,
To touch her beauty,
To find her na'u garden empty
With only her Aloha scent
Lingering
Among the ilima of Oahu
As she soars on rainbow wings
Into friendly skies again.
The tropic sun laments
In a ring
Of fiery tears
In secret waterfalls
Among the blue awapuhi – trails of naupaka
And coral reefs
That guard tropical beauty
When tides recede
To hear the conch shell call her home.
Aloha Hawaiian Rose.
Mahalo nui loa, ka’u hoaaloha! Thank you so much my friend.
God be with you! ke Akua pu.
On the passing of Connie Marcum Wong!
Poet extraordinaire! Servant Heart! Faithful friend! Beautiful flower in Hawaii’s garden.
Constance means steadfast.
9-16-22
Thank you William, Hilo Poet, for teaching me the beauty of the Hawaiian language. I truly hope I have written it correctly to honor this beautiful language.
Awapuhi is a beautiful blue flower native to Hawaii.
Ilima is the flower of the island of Oahu
Naupaka is a small white, fragrant flower of Hawaiian legend
Na’u is the Hawaiian, fragrant gardenia
Pua aloalo is the Hibiscus – state flower of Hawaii
"Diamond Light"
Downy soft
Love Light sharply glistens diamond prisms
from rainbow's seven colours, in each colour a meaning
imparts a visitation message from fallen angel off a gosling’s wing
A mother whispers secret stories
A child cries silently and remembers everything
In unread chapters
LOVE, is a strong army that loyally delivers Truth's reckoning
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/llb
https://youtu.be/27c3JaZq4_c
“Unmade”/Thom Yorke
“The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum. "This bird", boasted the market vendor, "was once a duck that stretched its neck in hopes of becoming a goose. And now look, it is too beautiful to eat!" Then the woman and the swan sailed across an ocean many thousands of lei wide, stretching their necks toward America. On her journey, she cooed to the swan, "In America, I will have a daughter just like me. But over there, nobody will say her worth is measured by the loudness of her husband's belch. Over there, nobody will look down on her because I will make her speak only perfect American English. And over there, she will always be too full to swallow any sorrow. She will know my meaning because I will give her this swan, a creature that became more than what was hoped for." But when she arrived in the new country the immigration officials pulled the swan away from her, leaving the woman fluttering her arms and with only one swan feather for a memory. For a long time now, the woman had wanted to give her daughter the single swan feather and tell her; "This feather may look worthless, but it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions."
The Joy Luck Club
*Image of Palm Tree Lights Trunk Wrap by Christmas Lights, Etc.
ILMO Our Eldest Brother Kimo (James)
Our sixties Christmas--as my memory serves, where
our eldest brother freshly cut one Norfolk Pine from
our country grove. He then rope-tied it atop our "65
Dodge station wagon. Brother plays the ukelele as
dad drives us home with "Banana" barking out back
at tailgaters.
Our home in town has a driveway that curves uphill
from the avenue. Entangled large 60's Christmas lights
wrap around the trees. Then they are roped to each of
the other trees up the drive. My eldest brother then
nailed holiday-adorned Menehunes to the trees. He had
made them in his high school woodshop class, --as
Christmas elves.
Higher up the drive was a largely lei-decked Santa
wearing just his swimming shorts surfing on his board,
while dolphins pulled an outfitted Christmas canoe
laden with gifts. It was a car stopper and the talk
of the town.
The livingroom Norfolk Pine had an army of Hawaiian
Christmas bells. Again, my eldest brother carved-out
coconut shells that were then cut in half and each was
threaded with a fishing line where a seashell dangled
at its end.
The tree was adorned with an assortment of seashells
having varied shapes, sizes, and colors. Freshwater
pearls were glued to draping light-green seaweeds.
They shine like silvery Christmas strands. They are
pale in contrast to the dark-green-colored Norfolk Pine.
Our Christmas in Hawaii lasted until 1969 after Vietnam.
That is when we started celebrating our family Christmas
on the mainland, --save one. ~~Aloha Brother
*An irreplaceable Christmas period to be remembered always...
2022 December 15
*1st Place*
Christmas Spirit
~~Regina McIntosh: Judging 2022 December 19
"Just living is not enough, said the butterfly fairy...one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower" Hans Christian Anderson
She’s the Butterfly Princess of the magical valley of fairy Kings
I saw her dancing with her sisters in the enchanted forest glen
Her body of sweet nectar being sun kissed again and again
As she fluttered about on tiptoe with her gold gossamer wings
The woodland nymphs played a melody on lyrical harp strings
Her dress of ethereal light all a flutter with a hundred or more
Swooning butterflies who adorn her effervescent flowing caress
Golden curling tendrils resplendent in a sweet flower headdress
The iridescent undulation of swaying hips is their complete adore
Her gentle grace the epitome of butterflies wondrous folklore
They gathered all around her to lift her gown as she flew away
To her wedding that day, a Butterfly Prince was always her ecstasy
And their love was often said to be the kingdoms new destiny
Around his body he wore a gently woven honeysuckle flower lei
Amid his wings he had woven her gift of a lavender sachet
As the trumpets did herald the Princess on soft petals she came
All bowed to the glorious sight of their love soon to be bound
The next time you see butterflies in the garden, turnaround
You may see the fairy Prince and Princess in the sun all aflame
Swirling and twirling about in a butterfly dancing game
written: 10-3-2019
Writing Challenge, October -Butterfly- 2nd place
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