Long Tropical Poems
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It was so long ago
yet, I can remember everything.
Barely an adult, I was on holiday on the Islands
In the glow of tropical sunset, I saw her
a raven-haired beauty
Having not yet mastered the finesse of flirtation,
I struggled for something to say, perhaps
a nonchalant approach!
That would be unique for me.
My years of teenage gallivanting had
been clumsy.
I had to try
and so, encouraged by the
voices of the palm trees in the breeze,
I said hello.
In my mind’s eye, I could see it.
A secret rendezvous,
an equatorial moon shimmers
as we make love.
Then, to my surprise, she returns
my simple greeting,
Hello, said she.
Sweating my precarious position,
I stumbled
As I continued my awkward presentation,
a scorpion crossed the corner of my eye
as if to say, danger is present
yet worth the risk
She did acquiesce
Funny, as I recall that the ecstasy
was not in our clandestine encounter
later that night,
as we shared only simple conversation.
Rather, it was that she said yes.
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Sand dollars covers the crusted sandy shores
after the tides roll in and back the sea turtles
scurry across tiny crabs while sea urchins lie
on their backs herons scratch their long legs
sleeping wood storks perch alongside drift wood
while the pecking egrets whistle tiny hints
of sullen chatter cunning pelicans quickly dive
for their lunch while pink flamingos wildly dances
as the colorful peacocks shows off their new hats
the shelling begins with bronzed star fish nesting
upon the calm edges of tomorrow carving deep
sand dunes watching crawling sea horses gallop
while the sun peeks in around noon sun showers
sprinkles giant rain drops creating tiny hues of private
rainbows my bicycle bell chimes nearby the boat house
calling to Joe's crab shack in time for Izzy's to serve
fresh stuffed flounder to go with the blue berry scone
from Pete's Ice cream shop while craving clam chowder
I began to whisper lyrical tropical tunes with such ease
while simply embracing this sensual soft Caribbean breeze
Bumble-bee on fruits
The silly me
The silly bumble-bee
Bumble-bee buzz in ears
Bumble-bee hovers on flowers
Flowers in Ikebana
Flowers spread fragrance
Fragrance of petrichor
Fragrance of coffee
Coffee with cream
Coffee with beloved
Beloved sent a greeting card
Beloved left to work
Work is worship
Work in a team
Team spirit wonderful
Team of hockey
Hockey is India's national game
Hockey stick is not a bat
Bat is a mammal
Bat and cricket ball
Ball is in your court
Ball room dance so captivating
Captivating sense of humour
Captivating talent show
Show your skill
Show of bike
Bike ride jolly
Bike with great capacity
Capacity to climb a mountain
Capacity to convince people
People make democracy possible
People gather to protest
Protest against atrocities on women
Protest in a peaceful way
Way to enlightenment
Way to waterfall
Waterfall largest is Victoria
Waterfall amidst nature
Nature so enchanting
Nature has answers
Answers so spontaneous
Answers witty and brief
Brief legal statement
Brief summer holiday
Holiday in a beach resort
Holiday tasting tropical fruits
Fruits of hard-work is success
Fruits so tasty and pulpy sweet
Sweet
Success!
©Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
People say there’s a reason for everything,
But somehow you don’t see the reason in me.
You know I’m tropical, just like you,
What reason will you give to your monsoons?
We all break down, and that we should,
Whenever currents turn stormy and clouds blue.
You taught the manners – it’s impolite to ask
Something that I can’t get out of my heart.
You shouldn’t push, nor should you pull,
Nor should you force an action of nature’s rule.
Because I won’t speak doesn’t mean you should go
It takes time to gather a heart broken long before.
Please don’t – I pray you please don’t go,
Maybe that missing piece is you and you alone.
The ugliness you feel in every moment I scream,
Is your unwillingness to see the bitterness I feel.
I tried to stop the tides with my bare hands,
But water will one day flow over once dry sand.
You say people won’t love me if they see me this way,
But is it truly love if you can’t hold me while I break?
I draw you on scraps of memory
in portions and pieces.
I can't make you whole now,
can't see all of you.
The tropical beach
has almost washed itself away.
Wind-wept hair flowing over one eye;
how do you draw laughter?
I mind-paint only one wave
retrace long brown legs.
Contours swim into invisibility,
too much to grasp hold of -
your warm salty breath, dark lips;
morsels smother my thoughts
in a haze of remorseless time.
Yet there you are in fragments
running ankle deep
in an ever moving sky.
I must pause, glance deeper,
pull out another blank page
from my personal history book.
The more I try to put you together
the less I capture,
the jigsaw is scattered
segments forever lost.
It seems to me now
that the dead do not fade,
it is the living who move into the clouds
looking for what we once were.
The throat ran with little rivulets
Having travelled through dry sections
Head held high on mountains
Ahead was a rumbling stream
Showcasing a marvelous wisdom
Throats refreshed with the gift of a lifetime
Sitting by the lakeside in the cool evening
Imagine the beauty of the sunsetting
Its reflection on the mirrorlike water, breathtaking!
Listen to the mighty roar of powerful ocean waves
As it pounds against rocky shores
And up in the sky, dripping tears
What about the tumbling down of a waterfall?
Down over the rocks to establish a call
A curtain of white water on the wall
Sweet sensational taste of heaven
Providing fishes their haven
Loveable liquid, nature's guardian
Mermaids in tropical seas
Holding beautiful roses
Enjoying different lovely poses
Under its generous appearance
Flowers bloom in abundance
As green leaves joyfully dance
Give me some water
And I'll be smarter
A loveable liquid
A friend of all in its need
A best friend of all indeed!
Close your gentle eyes
to soft-sung lullabies
She'll hush you to sleep
kissing your blues away
She'll make you dream so sweet.
Dreams of silver stardust
where darkness won't exist
Where solitude is nothing
but one deceiving myth.
In dreams your one beloved
not only in your heart
but sitting there beside you
where blissful thoughts impart
Your head upon her lap
Her eyes lost in your smile
In a secluded cottage
on a tropical isle.
Close your gentle eyes
to soft-sung lullabies
She'll hush you to sleep
kissing your blues away
She'll make you dream so sweet
Dreams of being captured
in another time
where wind-swept petals fall
like bacchus of flowing wine
Dreams of being taken
to a better place
where your empty hands will cup
her smooth porcelain face.
Close your gentle eyes
to soft-sung lullabies
She'll hush you to sleep
kissing your blues away
She'll make you dream so sweet.<>
In the heart of the Pacific, where waves cradle secrets,
**Tatau** emerges—a sacred script etched upon skin,
A symphony of charcoal rivers, whispered stories,
**Samoan souls bloom**.
**Pe'a**, the male canvas, bears courage's weight,
Thighs adorned with ancestral tales—
A map of strength, resilience, and honor.
Charcoal ink flows, tracing lineage,
Each stroke a testament to warriors past,
Their spirits dancing in the breeze.
And there, beneath the tropical sun,
**Malu** unfolds—a sacred shield for women,
Knees to thighs, sheltering grace.
In its intricate patterns, life's storms find refuge,
As if the very fabric of the universe weaves protection.
**Ready for life's tempests**, they stand,
Rooted in tradition, adorned with purpose.
**Ink and pain**, woven into existence,
Elders nod approval, their eyes reflecting wisdom.
The sting of the needle, a rite of passage,
A metamorphosis from youth to maturity.
These inked skins tell tales of resilience,
Of navigating tides and finding constellations,
Of embracing both shadow and light.
And when the village gathers, women dance—
Their legs adorned, a living canvas,
Patterns intertwining like laughter and song.
**Beauty etched in skin**, a celebration of identity,
A dance of belonging, of shared memories,
Of ancestors whispering through the ink.
**Ancient art**, spanning three millennia,
**Marked bodies**, honor's canvas,
Culture's heartbeat inked into existence.
In the land of waves, where coconut palms sway,
Tatau and Malu intertwine,
Their stories etched upon the flesh,
A living testament to resilience and pride.
So let the trade winds carry these words:
**Samoan tattoos**, more than mere ink,
They are the heartbeat of a people,
A legacy woven into the very fabric of time.
Gushing garish grin greets God’s playhouse
Enthusiastic thrust roars cacophony chorus
Onyx walls leer clown mouth, splash pounce
Mountain morose bellows waterfall raucous
Forceful pools swirl, gentle raptor glide
Cyclonic claws tug a dunked daredevil
Pop up toast, poured tea tropical slide
Drop dagger deluge, strange fish swivel
Trapped in green marble pummel frigid
Tap of gurgling bubbles bores odsidian
Eye to eye with cruel cassowary, my inquiry
Why chase your young away, are you afraid?
Aghast grips his cobalt throat, furnace fiery
Answer slips from stone, thrown to cascade
4th July
Forceful Judge
They told us once, after scans of charts,
After many false starts and restarts,
That all creation, both near and far,
Was tinted like a tropical sea star.
A pale Turquoise! A splendid hue!
The sort you'd paint a dragon's shoe.
Or perhaps your house, so it glowed,
With sun-washed pastels all bestowed.
I bragged about it far and wide.
Our universe had style and pride!
Not dull, not drab, not flat white—
The cosmos sparkles with a turquoise light.
I donned the celestial-themed décor.
Turquoise curtains, cushions, rugs galore.
I chose my socks to match those distant suns.
Even dressed my dog with it for park runs.
Then came the news! A bug! A flaw!
A coding hiccup, a mistake, an ERROR!
The white balance had been set askew—
The program was rerun to find what's true.
And what, my friend, was the color they got?
The color was BEIGE! Surely no! Surely not!
BEIGE! the world's most boring tint and hue.
The color of mud, and weak milk-tea brew.
Tepid, creamy beige, it so lacks flair.
It's the color of a dentist's chair.
The shade of porridge left to cool.
Of sensible shoes, and evening school.
They named it "Cosmic Latte!" Yeah Amen!
As as joke to make us forget back then,
The universe had style and panache,
Not this vague beige celestial goulash!
I mourn the Turquoise now its gone,
A victim of a computer picking a crayon,
That stood out; bright, fresh and keen,
With artist's heart bent on turquoise-green!