Long Luau Poems
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As we walk along the beach in Honolulu the sand welcomes are feet
The warm sun and the gentle trade winds are a combo not to be beat
The waves brush up against the shore then offer a hasty retreat
A kite surfer floats across the water looking so very elite
Surfboards with those tanned riders come rushing in
In an effort to impress those bikini-clad ladies they hand their trying to win
Tonight the feast for the ages a luau awaits
A romantic evening under the stars ours to create
Hula dancers swaying to the music under the moonlight
Drinks flowing like the ocean to liven up our night
Our evening of fun has come to an end
We leave in high spirits as tomorrow we will do it all again
Wrote this for Carolyn's Vacation Humor contest, but I went a little overboard
with the amount of lines.
It was such a big elation
Finally getting my vacation
Two weeks off with lots of plans
That were supposed to be be so grand
A second honeymoon to take
A welcome and inviting break
Memories to fill our hearts
Happiness right from the start
Turning into fun and laughter
We could carry ever after
Swimming in waters so blue
Hawaiian Island grand and true
Leis placed gently on your neck
Being greeted with respect
A pig luau smelling good
Like a yummy supper should
As your lying in the sand
Fruity drinks place in your hand
A perfect dream this should be
Instead nightmare reality
Faces us up ahead
A horror and awful dread
No blue waters for our swimming
Just a pool that needs some skimming
No Hawaii in our sights
Just a scary place at night
No pretty leis or hello greeting
Just frightful people we are meeting
Our pig luau turned into crud
Our meals all tasted like mud
No sand or delicious drinks
Hard floors and water from the sink
Our vacation turned from memories
And pictures for our friends to see
To a hell that always burns
When a drunk pilot took a turn
Landing us so far off course
It couldn't get any worse
Stepping off the plane and crying
We were brought to Rikers Island
Apple crumb and angel food cakes
Butterscotch banana shakes
Chili, Chinese, cheese, and chips
Doughnuts, deviled eggs and dips
Éclairs, English fish and chips
Fudge, fondue, fritters and French crepes
Guacamole, gumdrops, frosted grapes.
Hash browns, hot dogs, ham and honeyed scones
Italian food and ices, ice cream cones
Jelly rolls and jelly beans
Kish kabobs and Krispy kremes
Lemon pies, lasagna, luau barbecue
Mexican, mac and cheese, and spicy meatballs too
Nachos, noodles, nutty things
Oatmeal cookies, onion rings
Pizza, popcorn, party spreads
Quickie burgers and quick breads
Rum raisin ice cream, roasted meats
Spaghetti, shepherd’s pie, and sweets
Tacos, tuna, teriyaki,
Upside down cake. Are you hungry?
Veggie soups (though some are awful)
Waldorf salad, won tons, waffles
X-tra servings, Xmas treats
Yogurts sprinkled, yams baked sweet
Zucchini’s all that’s left to eat!
(for the new Anything Goes contest)
Beaches, palms, and sand
In the heart of Waikiki
Where the city finds the tourist
And the tourist finds the city
In the complimentary vibes of Aloha
Plumerias to leis
Sunshine to beautiful tans
Dancing flames to tiki torches
The city opens like an exotic pearl
Beautiful and natural
The walk down Kalakaua Avenue
Is a postcard waiting to be savored
Or a canvas waiting for deserving brush strokes
There are tall hotels on the left
Waikiki beach on the right
Sunbathers in tongs catch the eye
And catches a fire somewhere in someone's heart
Further out, surfers are catching waves
Catamarans catching the wind and sails
All hanging loose, local style
Having a good time
There's a lot of blue, white sand, and green
There are a lot of people watching
Japanese, Europeans, and Canadians
All pleasing to the eye, colorful
Filling memories and putting a log on a fire
A kaleidoscope of shops and restaurants, welcoming
A visitor to a luau, greeted with hula, kalua pig, and poi
Song, dance, and good cheer
And there are street vendors playing drums and ukuleles
Street jugglers, artists, and hustlers
Tourists coming and going, mostly with shopping bags
Mostly with smiles
Further down the street
The Diamond Head Mountains sit ahead
The guardian of the Aloha State
It overlooks Kapiolai park and a legacy of over 100 years of Waikiki
Off to the blue skies, another airplane peeks through the clouds
... with another group of eager, happy visitors waiting to visit my home
Thank you for visiting
connie pachecho
4/20/26
Depart from your accustomed
typically usual routine.
Specialize in being a generalist.
Immerse yourself fully in the whole entirety
of the complete volume.
You’ll be surrounded on all sides
by a myriad and multitudinous plethora
of permanent and long-lasting linguistic verbiage.
Feel like a pedagogical school teacher.
Have an impactful influence on events.
Fly above the earth.
It’s deceptively mendacious,
and fine as French champagne!
Here’s a sneak peek advance preview of
Colonel J. D. Waxwood's Harmonious Concordance
of Repetitive Redundancies, Sufficient Enough Tautologies,
and Irrational Non-sequitors, from BadSeedPress:
AKBAR THE GREAT
AMERICAN INDIAN
ATM MACHINE
CENTRAL CORE
CHICKEN COQ AU VIN
CONCISE SYNOPSIS
CORRUPT POLITICIAN
FLESH COLORED
FREE GRATIS
FRESH FROZEN
GUEST HOST
HAWAIIAN LUAU
MORE PERFECT
ORIGINAL COPY
PIN NUMBER
PIZZA PIE
PRE-REGISTRATION
SELF-CENTERED NARCICIST
SILENT MUSICAL
TINY LITTLE [ANYTHING]
TUNA FISH
WISE-ASS SOPHOMORE
Time to pack our suitcases and leave winter with the snow on the ground
The beaches of Waikiki await are arrival, soon to greet us with their warmth and tropical sounds
A lifetime of fond memories soon to be created and stored for all eternity
A relaxing week of fun and entertainment is now a virtual certainty
The colorful waters of the ocean lapping at the shore greet us as our feet hit the sand
Surfboarders ride with the waves with their sculptured bodies and beautiful tans
Tonight a luau is ours to partake in, an island feast with hula dancers swaying in the night breeze
Tropical drinks abound, and I am sure will go down with ease
After dinner, a stroll down the beach with the moonbeams lighting the way
A trip to paradise what an experience, I wish I could stay
If you need to get away I promise this is the place you want to be
A smorgasbord for your senses just wait and see
Holiday Humor- Limerick Set Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
It's Christmas in Hawaii tomorrow
And the blue skies be bright with a rainbow
Santa gets in a grass skirt
And a red Aloha shirt
He makes his way from each home's patio
He'll island hop a surfboard and skateboard
And path his gifts free of all disaccord
Perhaps stop at a luau
And devour some native chow
Santa's Hawaii trip was a reward
When Santa returned home to the North Pole
His starved reindeer met him with a drum roll
To each of his dears a dish
... Hawaiian poi and fish
His trip sans charcoal and snow leis role
One year, over the ocean, Santa veered off course
His reindeer were battling a hurricane force.
As the sleigh went spinning and spiraling around,
an island appeared far below on the ground,
dotted with palms on a white sandy beach.
Santa took heart that land was in reach.
Through starlight’s glow and the light of the moon
Santa touched down — not a moment too soon.
A lavish Luau on Lahaula mats was laid,
a sumptuous feast over which a Kahuna prayed
with fish on ti leaves, tropical fruits, and eggs-fu-yung
colorful flower leis were draped after being strung
Pearly shells glimmered on every waving palm
Ukuleles were strumming to songs sweet and calm
while dancers swayed ami with soft hula hands.
Santa had landed in a paradise found.
His beard was snow white, his boots shiny black
and he wore a red suit with a red elfin hat.
“I’m Father Christmas,” and - I’m surprised too
that we celebrate in much the same way as you
with peace and goodwill, and with eating and singing.
‘Mele Kalikimaka,’ is our song of greeting
As we celebrate Christmas— in island style.
On they kept strumming, and singing and drumming.
while Santa felt tempted to stay and join in.
But time was short as Christmas morning grew near.
He had sworn a duty to all he held dear.
He saw a bright star rising up in the East
The time had come - he must leave from this feast
So he readied his reindeer to take to the stars
This was the latest — he’d ever been — by far
to bring toys to children all over the world
curled up in bed in their little dreamworlds.
“Come Dasher, Come Dancer, Come Prancer and Vixen.
Come Comet, Come Cupid, Come Donner and Blitzen.”
We’ll find our way here some other midnight
“Mele Kalikimaka to ALL - and to ALL a Good Night.”