Long Tropic Poems
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Jose, Harvey, Irma, Gert,
Cat. Five puts us on alert.
Howsoever they are named,
Mother's fury can't be tamed.
Churning, roiling, liquid wall,
looming four-plus metres tall.
Floods of biblical expanse,
survival just happenstance.
Wind whipped into lethal squall,
hammers those trapped in its thrall.
Sturdy palm trees battered flat,
Man and beast lost habitat.
Follow devastation's trail,
turmoil on a global scale.
Home and business torn apart,
plucking at strings of the heart.
Lacking basic requisites,
in amongst the detritus.
Mourning all that has been lost,
how begin to count the cost?
Thank the selfless volunteers,
who assist their stalwart peers.
Former tropic paradise,
scene of noble sacrifice.
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11 September 2017
My thoughts and best wishes go out to all those affected by the catastrophic weather in the Caribbean and the United States.
For the "Hurricanes" contest, sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver.
(5th Place)
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....
~
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
~
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
"Tropic of Cancer"
Follow the silent trail
words like stars shine
coded on straight lines
blind to all
like diamonds
they are invisible
the keys
written and held
Winter stars puzzle the sky
Northward a cold frontier
waits beckoning
Capricorn’s Summer's dream
Escape Hell South
Where Heaven is a blue sky
golden beach purgatory
littered with pristine fingernail shells
Chinaman's Beach
the child grown
no more school bells
days are long and free to roam
Nine inch nails
to be buried in
some other coffin
burned and pushed out to sea
Cancer has been kissed away
alongside Soldier crabs and
prisoners in
Balmoral Beach cells
Wolves breathe hot
on cool paws
smiling wet lips
for thanksgiving
Circle of Magic
drawn in the warm sand
Ocean lapping
King tide kissing bare feet
On the other side
a future waiting, calling
Omen of higher self chairs
voices in the mind debating
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Impasse”, Angel Oslen
https://youtu.be/kWUtALx9i14
Impasse/ Lyrics
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angelolsen/impasse.html
Emilie Simon - Fleur De Saison
https://youtu.be/W3RUJ22Ca2k
I don’t want no candles. I don’t want no cake,
Neither chocolate icing, nor coconut flake.
Don’t want no fancy paper tied up with pretty bows.
Honey, I just wanna be there when you’re taking off your clothes.
And the chipmunk’s sniffin’ through the corn crib.
Catbird’s sittin’ in a tree.
Pea hen’s peckin’ at the saw dust.
Would you celebrate my birthday with me?
We could party in the kitchen.
We could party in the hall.
We could party in the stable.
We could party in a stall.
We could party way past midnight,
Till the light of dawn returns.
Party while the bacon sizzles,
Party till it burns.
It’s another birthday like the year before.
The same surprise I’m always wishing for.
You’re all I want; in case you hadn’t guessed,
You wrapped my present, babe, when you got dressed.
And the smoke goes rising from the chimney.
Wind chime plays its song for free.
Pinewood crackles in the fire.
Would you celebrate my birthday with me?
We could party in the basement.
We could party in the shed.
We could party on the sofa.
We could party on the bed.
We could party like we’re lovebirds
Stranded on some tropic isle.
Party like we’re puppies, darlin’;
Do it doggie style.
If you don't remember, honey, that's alright.
I'll just remind you later on tonight.
I'll start out subtle; dropping hints and such,
Till I get my hands on what I love to touch.
The alarm clock’s tickin’ on the nightstand;
Big and small hands both agree,
Time’s been slippin’ through our fingers.
Would you celebrate my birthday with me?
Forever won’t understand those who can’t stand sand between spanned toes
Clever bands of hourglass strands slows & then through fanned hands flows
Whatever woes foes weather throws our duty never this beauty booty forgoes
Skilled kids build guild of silica Basilicas in a row the sea rids closes in overthrows
Waves then mow rave to & fro saline scarves pave new paths the ocean bestows
Commotion heightened emotions brightened notions enlightened its potion glows
Kaleidoscopic schools of iconic rock pools colours flock shock as almost tropic
Views & hues don’t falter just alter won't halter as an altar to ease those blues
Tidal tows doze then rose grows tease with unctuous but rambunctious blows
A beach can preach beseech as each single shingle does mingle in a stony knoll
Seaside stroll as sea gulls glide white caps roll & ride then a lull soothes the soul
Flattered Neptune’s role shattered shells scattered or is it Poseidon’s control
Webbed ranks of ebbed sandbanks lapped by lullabies our own private atoll
Thanks for phalanx of mirth & pranks from mother nature’s glimmering vaults
Shimmering seals leave their berth heave their girth then those crests do surf
Dolphins fins spin big grins senses halts & assaults with immense somersaults
What riffs could be a good as being stood in a neighbourhood of driftwood
Whiffs of whimsy as swells rollick for shells we fossick our elemental tonic
Cliffs adorn scars of scorn by time foreshore gentry stands sentry well worn
Don't mourn as from dawn till dusk forlorn foresworn somehow feel reborn
Sniffs sublime seaweed frolic fish like stars sunbeams & daydreams bucolic
I sit still in my cabin listening to the robins sing and the warm air from the sun creeps under the door and filters its residue on the floor. I was tempted to sin but a strange emotions sets in and forced me to sing a woeful ballad .
The leaves rustles in the tree and my voice rumbled with the breeze attracting the magpie to the branch and it started to woo the robin on the limb.
Two different birds with two different songs singing two different tunes in a distant land. The pelican joins the choir, followed by the tropic bird, the flamingo, and the wood pecker.
The northern flicker had much to share, the sparrow and the skylark joined the pack and the bustard and turacos, converse with the waxing wings to decide which tune to sing .
The finches had some fun but the wrens were on the run. The **** brought the magpie and robin out with a rhythm that had everyone jumping and singing.
The profond melody warm up the sky and created a perfect harmony before the cloud dies. I had more than dew trembling on my lips, it was the magic of the little **** that created the bliss and when the sun rises up from the hill and absorbed the morning dew, a sudden warmth penetrates my soul.
I can feel the rythm moving in the sky and the whispers in the ocean when the boats roll by, the waves are beating on the rock pushing salt air back into the atmosphere.
A piece of nature has come alive and big ships are coming in; the voices are getting louder but the journeys are getting shorter .The morning dew has soaked my face and courage is wrapped around my waist and the melody binds them together.
Written for the contest
MORE SONG LYRICS
Have you ever seen, the sun setting down
Upon this red roofed town
And hear the sound of love begin
I have never found a more perfect place
Than, when I see your face
I simply fall in love again
Don't ask me which way the wind will blow
Or the tide will flow
Or even where, our love will go
I just know there could never be a place
Where I can’t feel your warm embrace
With those lips I love to taste
Have you seen the mountains rising from the sea
That’s where I want to be
With you eternally, in grace
We hear our tune, carried along the wind
Strummed on life’s violin
As a tear rolls down your face
Don’t ask me why the good times seem to fly
Or why some passion dies,
Or how lovers, can say Goodbye
All I know is when I leave this tropic heat
I am filled with the Latin beat
Until the next time on this street, we meet
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
The redolence of tropic garden orchids
A hush of tender whispers in my ear
The tang upon my lips of your amrita
A tingling on my skin as you draw near
Your fragrance is narcotic to my impulse
The sonance of your voice, a drug divine
Your taste, a sweetened opiate, inviting
And velvet pelt, a thing of grand design
Please ruin me with essence and aroma
Destroy me with the music of your sighs
Consume me with the flavors you desire
And feel the rapture ... as your virtue dies.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Smell Sound Taste Touch Repeat Sense" Poetry Contest, Sheri Fresonke Harper, Judge & Sponsor.
given a double whammy
they wanted to double down
on double talk
in the
torrid gust
the summer solstice
its sundry insectile eyes
seething with sultry scorn
in this weather channeled
source of telegenic storms
seasonal shifts are
lost in translation
poisoned neural flowers
the root of
rotting neurosis
the Earth becomes
Venusian
profoundly tragic
hypersonic horses
fly out of the digital barn
they sail over the
northern hemisphere
firing blinding arrows
into the dead brains
The Tropic of Cancer
and Capricorn
relax in the tropics
the Sun lords it
over the equator
precession calmly proceeds
(23.44° is the Magic Number)
all is well
in the best of all
possible
flatlands