Long Tropics Poems
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God reigns in my snow globe memories
With His grace warming chilly December
Reverberating Earth's peace* as He's planned
Sounding triumphant joy of no slumber
Midst sparkling reunion's glowing ember
While each clan member gives special number.
There in my "winterless" territory
Saviour grants gifts always with blessed delight
Supplying needs by His bounty's glory
Gladly shared with generosity's light
Intensifying Christmas giving's height
To prevail in all seasons of love's might.
Words of cheer are heard in my land of hope
Along the Tropics devoid of snow
Where cold weather marks moments for care-cope
When well-being goes to its downward flow
And hospital-admission brings sorrow
With debilitating status-arrow.
In my Dad's intensive care unit nook
The Lord visits my globe's health-brook.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Original Title: Winter Wonder Dream Land
December 24, 2018
1st place, "CONTEST NO 550..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/31/2019.
I'm afraid to comment on our extra warm winter
Afraid I might break the spell
This here's only between me and youse guys
From the roof tops I wanna yell
Hallelujah, gadzooks, feels like the tropics
Went out without a coat yesterday
Is this guy nuts? Has he gone totally bonkers?
Sure feels like a spring day in May
Dream on little fellow, you're delusional methinks
You're in for a brush with reality
Oh well I've heard those psychiatric institutions
Are nice with a air of tranquility
But sadly it eventually will come to an end
And I'll be all hunkered down inside
Turning the thermostat to “sizzling” again
A heat rash will redden my hide
Wrote this a year ago as we were experiencing one of the
mildest winter on record! This year... ugh!... back to normal!
Been dumped on a few times!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Due to our country’s enforced lockdown
Work fervor has slowed down
Yet we’re cheered not to break down
As God with His mercy never shuts down.
Though we miss this year’s Summer* venture
In our tribe’s April culture midst bonding nurture
Through livestreaming, we have reunions of caring gesture
Along great cooking with creative menus’ feature.
Thankful still, we let go of graduation exercises
Considering that such minimizes expenses
Likewise all our scheduled “May alliances”
Because of social distancing and no handshake practices.
Our Summer hot pursuits are indeed jubilant
With faith in the Lord Who makes days triumphant
While having hearts, spiritually radiant
To share warmth of love** … graciously abundant.
*Here in the Tropics, Summer is from March to May.
*Hebrews 6:10 For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name, in that ye have ministered to the saints, and do minister.
May 15, 2020
8/13/16
Just being honest
Following through on what I promise
I'm on it
In desert, snow, forest, and anything else including the tropics
Lifeforms some of which are aquatic
Living below occasional flying comets
So many topics and conflicts
Amid losses and profits
Be cautious around materials that are toxic
Don't be foolish and thoughtless
Is anything in this solar system flawless?
Considering that the size of it is colossus
How many relics and objects remain forgotten
Or unfound at the very bottom?
Many put their belief into prophets
Or a god and goddess
Houses and areas that are called haunted
Some events that occurred there were some of oddest
To this day who know's what many really wanted
Once a loved one is gone, is there ever any kind of true solace?
In any areas and quadrants
Be strong and solid
Use your knowledge
The way can be found by correctly using the mosses
I've always thought this (it)
You look beautiful like pocahontas
Now excuse me, while I pay my homage
By: Dalton Ogletree
We flew through the air on a refurbished plane,
the shakes and the rattles sure gave us some pain.
But we were the ones who fortune had named
to spend years Far East with our dad’s army game.
The journey exciting, we’d not been before
to a place where the winters did not foul our door,
so with overcoats changed for our tropical clothes
we boarded the plane to where God only knows.
With propellers screaming we tore on our way
and rose in the air as the ground dropped away,
though creaking and groaning the plane struggled on
though both the wings flapped as we flew to the sun.
British Eagle, the airline that carried us away,
a turbo prop plane that had long past its day.
But that’s all our army could ever afford
when transporting dozen of families abroad.
Though night time in Turkey, at our first stop,
was not really the place where we found it too hot,
when we landed in India, some time around noon,
I think that it dawned what we’d be facing soon.
As we walked down the gantry to this foreign place
I thought the plane’s engines blew hot in our face,
but as we walked away the hot stream still blew strong
and it soon became clear t’was the wind all along!
But soon we resumed on our creaky old ride,
like sardines in a can we were packed back inside
and as Singapore rose in the sky like the sun
our new life in the tropics had really begun.
From a plane that just made it, next day was a train
with another full day of rough travelling again,
with seats made of wicker on which we would ride
and bunks made of wood crammed with people each side.
The view as we trundled down the track for that day
was worth any discomfort the train threw our way,
plantations and jungle, bananas and palms,
made this glorious Malaya a world full of charms.
Four years in Penang with its warmth, sun and sea
changed not only my life but the essence of me,
though it’s now fifty years since I had to depart
this ‘Pearl of the Orients’ still lives in my heart.
Ivor G Davies
you're the dearest dream
I'm a mild nightmare,
you are holy bonfire,
am the chimera...
You are the magic and the blessing,
i am the joke... but if me
you want me as your man. Will be
pure passion and your great love...!
You are tenderness and emotion,
I'm static gesture aesthetic,
You are the curve that outlines sensuality
that beautifies the world,
I am the extinguished cry of a cigarette
burned...
You are the joyous wind of surprise,
the breeze that cools the tropics...
I am imperfect hurricane...
But if you love me, if you want me
I will be your guardian angel
and your true love...!
The sky pales
against the curtains of my window,
dull screech of traffic
from the street,
and a hoarse voice
of an untamed crow
from the sky.
and then,
among those who are familiar
to the ear,
a low whistle,
loud, clear and beautiful.
Lifting its head
after nearly a year.
Filling the cities
filling the valleys,
it traverses
the entire island,
the whole of the tropics.
The first koel,
the first of the season.
* Koel always cries at the end of March-beginning of May. In local culture we celebrate the Sinhala and Tamil New Year during April, and the Koel is thus seen as a symbol of the festival among locals. Of course, hearing the first koel always sparks excitement, especially when i was a kid. I heard one today for the first time in an year.
Too many hurricanes are causing havoc this season. We might as well have a limerick collaboration about them since they seem to be in the news. Please join in by sending me your limerick in a soup mail or email.
Hurricane Maria is the latest ole windbag
She'll huff and puff till her eye walls sag
She's blowin' in the tropics
Catastrophic among topics
Heed the warning of that hoisted red flag
by: Lin Lane
I’ve heard Maria’s cooking up a storm
Pack your bags and head where it’s warm
She’ll cause such destruction
Which will lead to disruption
These old wind bags, they never conform!
These hurricanes really don’t care
Tossing houses right into the air
They’re a bane in our life
Like an old nagging wife
It's no wonder that folks cus and swear!
by: Jan Allison
Oh Maria I hope you just fizzle out
You're so full of wind with a nagging spout
Hurry and disappear
Blow on out of here
We're tired of that same old raspy shout
by: Tim Smith
Oh Maria, we have had enough
We don't want to see you puff
We don't want to stress
Or clean up your mess!
Just weaken, and stop acting tough!
by: Heidi Sands
Oh bad Maria, you have gotten so volatile
Blow yourself out and make people smile
Or maybe there's a chance
Another name you'll enhance
Hurricane Madness sounds very erstwhile
by: Seren Roberts
Cinder's sits on the toilet in fear
Of the ugly sisters to appear
Irma arrives there first
Maria next to burst
gave cinder's chronic diarrhea
by: Roy Pett
Chocolate hills now blanketed by snow*
Hinder crystals from their cascading flow
As water falls freeze for a vibrant glow
With wondrous icy displays of great show.
Winter’s beauty is magnificent sight
Since nature displays grandeur of pure white
Elegantly covering greens, once bright
Since heaven showers blessings of delight.
Midst attacking coldness** that does assail
Sparks of fireplace still serenely prevail
Though chills cleave despite thick sweater and veil
Fellowship’s love, grace and warmth never fail.
*Job 37:6 For he (God) saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth…
**I live in the Tropics where there is no Winter Season. However, my family resides in one of the coldest provinces of our country, and we wear thick jackets to combat coldness from December to February.
January 18, 2023
4th place, "12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 1/24/2023
Bwana wanna boogie on safari.
Bwana wanna porter fetch his gun.
Bwana wanna bag a bloody trophy.
Bwana wanna kill it just for fun.
Bwana wanna rumble through the jungle.
Bwana wanna rummage through the bush.
Bwana wanna buy a pagan baby.
Bwana wanna snag himself some tush.
Bwana wanna colonize the tropics.
Bwana wanna rule from pole to pole.
Bwana wanna civilize the heathen.
Bwana wanna circumcise their soul.
Bwana wanna drink his gin and tonic.
Bwana wanna party like a sport.
Bwana wanna play a little polo.
Bwana wanna build a tennis court.
Bwana wanna condo in the suburbs.
Bwana wanna manicure his lawn.
Bwana wanna customize his kitchen.
Bwana wanna throw some burgers on.
Bwana wanna watch a game on Sunday.
Bwana wanna drive an SUV.
Bwana wanna bear the white man’s burden.
Bwana wanna live like you and me.