Long Tropic Poems
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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
When I was young and had zero dollars to spend
Grandpa's skiff with succulent mangoes I loved to tend
With view of City canal, flowing not far from home
Near thoroughfare with perfect patrons; few not so grown
Not so proud as I, safe with shillings from tropic fruits, sold
Sans chant. I never had to beg, my joy was always two fold.
Times have changed, I wouldn't sell jack; my family knows
Sales has never been my forte; I'll be lackadaisical, and let it show
For I'd rather be a P.R. person, who sniff labels and goods that entice
As deals, but trick the masses with much gook, some unnoticed
But that's not all with sales; folks will look you up and down
As though you're part and parcel of goods they've found.
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Entry for Sara Kendridk's 'Two Lenses' poetry contest
Beauty And The Feast
by Gabriel Magno
April 25, 2015
sea side adventure, in a distant tropic island,
waves relentless, as the morning sun appears.
mind is sharp, durable as a diamond,
a stranger carrying fur pelts, stumbles as he nears.
sunken eyes and mouth agape, he stares as in a trance,
following is a wife and child, the girl begins to dance.
offering his goods to sell, things I could not ever need,
I give the girl a silver dollar, she smiles as I proceed.
far into the jungle, miles away from my hotel,
to see a certain scene, I’ve learned to know so well.
monkeys leaping tree to tree, as in a Tarzan movie,
the herb I hid in my suitcase, is making me feel groovy.
the beating of a drum, is heard not far away,
I wonder carefully should I go, or should I opt to stay.
no, I will forge ahead, in spite of all my primal fears,
I only hope and pray, not to be slain with poisoned spears.
I reached my destination, I found it just by chance.
running ‘round the fire, the natives formed a dance.
hands pointing to the sky, then down over and over,
my courage now my only guide, as I moved ever closer.
suddenly I felt the fear, a hand upon my shoulder,
as I turned, I now became, a mesmerized beholder.
of something I could not dream to see, in all my sweetest dreams,
there she stood in front of me, beauty bursting at the seams.
leading me by hand, we walked to where I stood, amazed,
as the chief halted all the dancing, pointed me and gazed,
some words were spoken, as the natives cheered out loud,
they held me by each arm, as the beauty left and bowed.
a spear was raised, the lanky native took his aim,
pointing straight at me, my legs were weak and lame.
as the spear began to fly, I closed my eyes and prayed,
but just then I awoke, as the words came from my maid,
“you will be late for work, it’s best if you arise”,
I dreamed it all, and in the end, it was not my demise.
but in my mind remains, a vision I cannot now conceal,
the vision of that beauty, who would have made of me a meal.
AFRICA
O beautiful woman,
Africa,
Admirable woman of
the tropic,
O lustre of the
earth bathed with
sunlight,
Today and ever
I bask in your warm
delightful bosom!
Black woman, fine
nature’s artwork
From primeval
antiquity;
Well-endowed ‘scape,
heaved backside
Sitting on a vast
plateau
Washed from all
sides by
Lakes, seas and
oceans!
Black beauty,
enrobed in lush
greenery,
Crowned with the
star;
Round her neck and
waist line
Adorned with
precious coral,
Gold, pearl, diamond
and sapphire!
Oko mi, whose
fecundity
Has flourished the
earth with life
Where faunae find
their natural home
And hominids take
their root!
O Mami, let your
soil be where
I spring up
And my remains form
your dust
On which aliens
would ever tramp
To behold your
charm!
Itsoghole.
There is a place I long to be….
A fervent wish......I often see
Where I can close the book, take a breath
Close my eyes….and remember……...............me....
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Where once again….I will find myself….
my forgotten self, along the sea…
There is a beach of pure white sand
An island in a far-off strand
Where I shall walk with happy feet
Where tall palms overhead will meet
Where green and scarlet birds will fly
Beneath a golden tropic sky
There is a spring, whose waters flow
Along a creek bed cold as snow
That I shall drink with eagerness
With taste of mint and watercress
To quench a thirst that I have known
Within my very flesh and bone
I have a world in which to roam
A tree a thousand miles from home
That I have never even seen
And yet I know it's branches green
Will give me shade some happy day
Beside a lake long miles away
My wish foretells a longing fate
And so I'll bide my time and wait
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There is a place I long to be….
Where I can close the book, take a breath
Close my eyes….and remember……
me…..
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For Contest: Island of Fantasy
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
We puddled together in the pit,
sweat wetting the earth.
Hand in hand we kneaded bricks,
puffing in the sun,
baking our hope.
From day peep to dusk,
my body tanned ebony as the tropic sun smiled,
as bricks cured,
browning in the furnace.
Didn't we walk this far, side by side;
twins, curled in the womb, dreaming?
Shall I then call you Jacob?
Your Lordship?
Why do you act strange now,
bearing down on my sensibilities,
bestriding the estate?
Your title?
I have mine:
my sweat, my blood, my backache;
my shoulders drooping from loads of hope,
curved, like new moon.
You laugh at my form;
brag about your gambit with roaches and rodents
to drive me out with stench—
the monstrous air
that you own the sun and stars:
an effluent scum from the pit.
You got it wrong! You did!
I have a stake!
We puddled together in the pit;
you and I,
on fair terms.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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Exhaled sonnets call torrid on the eve
Breaths a lofty soar, luring thirsted sighs
Moistened drizzled flesh, sunset’s searing weave
Motions play beneath tropic amber skies
Lips of dampened dreams, meeting by the shore
Moonbeams touch your face, eyes of heaven’s glow
Whispers echo soft, melting ever pure
Fingers tracing curves, passions endless flow
Lulled as blushing waves drench our longing skin
Stardust wishes cast, lingering above
Promised minutes sing, harmonies begin
As we lie alone, deep within our love
Moans collect the wind, endings come to meet
Lost within the tide, summer’s sultry heat
6/9/20
For the Summers Heat Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
My Fantasy Holiday
Another grey and dismal day so damp
To work I trudge along the streets of old
Through puddles ankle deep I grisly tramp
All muffled up, clothed to fight the cold
Each day I pass the poster on the wall
Inviting me to far off tropic isle
A place I’ve never been so can’t recall
But I imagine and within me comes a smile
Today I linger for a moment there
And flinch, when I let out a shout
Maybe a trick of light but I could swear
The boats upon the sea, bobbed about
Warm waves are gently lapping round my feet
As silently the sea rolls to and fro
On bare shoulders, burning sun does beat
For once my body feels all a glow
I run along the beach far and wide
Great fortresses I build upon the sand
Lay on a bed of leaves and by my side
Exotic fruits and drinks are close at hand
I look into the bluest of blue skies
Beneath the shading leaves of the palm
I dream as if asleep with open eyes
In this place so peaceful and so calm
Across my feet the icy waters flow
Down my neck, rain begins to drip
The picture fades, I know it’s time to go
One day I’m sure I’ll really make that trip
Written: May 13, 2023
3rd contest winner
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Lichen lilies lavishness,
outwardly shine as canorous core,
an idyllic sight of buds bursting
a ballet of aromas filled the sky,
as dulcet spring hues dump down.
Butterflies seduce
with trellised wings
amid ethereal sapphire
mist of Elysium,
I tossed my amorous nexus gloss,
countless metaphors emerge
an abyssal-rooted niche of insight,
a sporadic charm is startling
and delightful.
At sunrise, red orioles flutter
garden spring on my balcony,
ushering with cheerful chirps.
Emerald lime stains all that,
wild geese honk loudly,
ebbing from tropic migration
a cluster of violet fern flowers
zestful azure azaleas
vibrant daffodils are in bloom
fluffy tulips in all their glory
buoyant spring hues aurify the clay.
Beyond that, there is no bounds
amid hypnotic Eve and pinnacle
from a charmed sight
my gaze is wide and riveted,
through this impressive display,
an exuberant plethora of shades
glistening on rain-washed skin,
sky-smitten, diaphanous blithe
melting into mesmerizing shapes
strange sights subdue my mind,
as my heart beats with delight,
emerging from its hushed cocoon.
a vision of ageless grace.
Initiating sensory stimulation.
witness the marvelous artwork.
carefully crafted by a skilled hand
to bequeath a masterpiece
beaming with the spirit of love
a mesmerizing charm
a live sculpture in motion
& a pure symphonic melody
embrace a cosmic radiance
amidst a celestial daydream,
dazzling in a blaze of sequins
my heart is yearning,
an enthralling rhythm echoes within
optimism surrounds splendor
this exquisite ruffle relic,
a morphing metaphor draws on forever
clarifying the layout of magnificence.
Beads of lilac amethyst
observe a lunar synodic cycle
debunking twilight
desultory musings
an auric haze wrapping
jubilant jewels are in motion
I am an awe-struck artist
weaving a quilt of love,
a dazzling aura of shining words
playing a whispering debate
under dulcet moon glow
In unique words,
stars are willing to shine for us
our love outshines all else
even most dazzling clusters,
an equally bright radiance
all over, a billion red diamonds
under oriental lily skies.
Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babbling Brook
Although the barmy army might suggest this almighty Blighty Test best..is more like an umami tsunami..
Bravissimo heave ho machismo..top grade…gung ho pyro Tyke tyro.. renegade hand grenade.. Bowlers afraid.. dismayed..slayed and flayed..somehow right now kapow..but also retrograde..
Boisterous babbling brook…a silky blade…gorged.. slices through a dappled glade..forged..handmade..the republic of Yorkshire conveyed and displayed
Stands so tall…enthrall with his gall.. like Jaiswal…towering…flowering overpowering..glowering…never cowering ... .just run showering..
Us all believers.. that larruping levers.. panache dashers rule…fielders does tease..
Shirty..become go fetch receivers..flash or is it dirty Harry..360 degrees wheeze with such ease..
What a way to play…with that hint and glint of Clint ..Please ..go on funk punk.. make my day
Not the most erudite but when it comes to timber tickles…willow wizardry….no luddite… will ignite… when things get dark and stark… Harry will be that spark..shining bright delight..having a lark out on the park..
Our sumptuous Aurora explorer…humming run sorcery scorer..tropic kaleidoscopic hues..rambunctious strumming the spectrum with his plectrum..woos queues with verdant voluptuous views
Many a sage would rage..even those on the other side of the Ribble.. wouldn’t quibble or contest..knows..the latest of those white rose heroes..is the Test best of the new age..
A pest..blessed with zest from the Yorky conquest treasure chest....won’t wain and never in vain…slain by Brook’s insane high octane rampage..gets us off the hook again…
Can’t cage..does entertain…on the ultimate stage..his disdain like heavy rain…no refuge from the deluge..babbling Brook subterfuge..floods the back page once again..