Mainland Poems | Examples

Skoaled

Pound a turkey breast thin and flat.
in a bowl mix 2 cups of  cooked rice.
2 cups of shredded cheese
1 link of cooked sausage minced
2 cloves of garlic
2/3 cups of chopped onion
1/4 cup of cilantro
1/4 cup of lemon juuice
2 teaspoons of cayeene pepper
1 teaspoon of fish stock
1&1/2 cup of chopped or pureed shrimp
mix well and place in a piping bag.
filling in the center of the turkey breast.
roll  to seal both sides using a double dip method
flour and eggwash and coat with panko.
deep fry in a mixture of olive oil and veggie oil.
cook golden and remove
bake for 35 minutes or until done.

serve with a cheesy grits and a veggie stir fry.
Rendition of Punt de Vistor.


On the island of Papua the flutes are larger then those here on the mainland.
she spoke from behind the Idiophones a traditional instrument of this Beautiful place.

Promise land

I don't understand,

This reflection I command.

Nothing goes as planned,

I watch my hopes disband.

Disappointed again and again,

Doing the best I can.

I don't understand,

Unconditional demands,

The grand scheme at hand.

I'm a Tired rubber band,

Ready to snap if I expand,

I couldn't be a better man.

I don't understand,

This plan of a Promise land.

It cost so much I can't stand,

Money feels bad in my hands,

Keeping me trapped to demands,

Testing what I can withstand.

I don't understand,

A way to create it on demand,

Spread it through the mainland.

Ending hungers command,

Letting Love become,

The Promise Land.

Promise Land

I don't understand,

This reflection I command.

Nothing goes as planned,

I watch my hopes disband.

Disappointed again and again,

Doing the best I can.

I don't understand,

Unconditional demands,

The grand scheme at hand.

I'm a Tired rubber band,

Ready to snap if I expand,

I couldn't be a better man.

I don't understand,

This plan of a Promise land.

It cost so much I can't stand,

Money feels bad in my hands,

Keeping me trapped to demands,

Testing what I can withstand.

I don't understand,

A way to create it on demand,

Spread it through the mainland.

Ending hungers command,

Letting Love become,

The Promise Land.

The Islands

The islands seem afloat in the sea
So have they been through the ages
Yet they have not gone on a journey
Even as they are bombarded with waves
When a tempestuous storm rage
They are anchored at the deepest level
At the bed of the ocean floor
Where mainland and island are stayed
And connected as one massive body
That is the generous, loving Mother Earth

Individual human beings are islands
In the vast sea of Infinite Expression
Discrete as we perceive them in vision
Yet firmly held as one great mass
At the deepest level of our origin
In the indescribable Cosmic Assemblage
Where there exist no iota of disparity
As it does happen with shallow humanity
Arise all ye chelas of the Truth
And embrace the verdure of your nature

my father is a halibut

My father is a Halibut 

we lived on a small island in the stream 
a ferry boat took us into town 
on one such a day on our way to Houston 
my father wordlessly jumped overboard
the ferry shipper stopped the boat
and looked, but there was no sign of him
I had the heavy task to break this news 
to my mother, who walked into the kitchen
to compose herself
The noise from the kitchen sounded like
repressed laughter of relief.
Since my father was officially missing 
she was still married to him, but she found
work on the mainland as a waitress 
Five years later, two fishermen caught
an enormous halibut that looked human 
aghast, they threw the fish overboard 
The story appeared in an angler's mag
to my mother, she was not surprised 
she said, your father was addicted to sex
I still try to work out what she meant

In a Hollow Between Waves

Thinking
of you,
of a time
before the blood of grapes,
in tides of red,
erodes
the tombolo*
of us.

Wondering
if the past 
in the future,
flowing over
like a disordered rogue wave,
deposits swashmarks
in the sand of me.

*A bar of sand joining an island to the mainland.

peek in c'mon

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                                 Rekhta Dictionary
                 rekhtadictionary.com › meaning-of-phuk
 English meaning of phuk; the sudden sound of a flash or spark.



                                       Phuket:
It lies off the west coast of mainland Thailand in the Andaman Sea. 
        Phuket Island is connected by the Sarasin Bridge to 
                      Phang Nga province to the north.




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Aloha Lahaina

today’s conch bead lei -
aloha Lahaina &
lokelani rose
nod & prayer from the mainland
grieving your loss, your song heard

Souvenirs From Volcanic Forest

He consulted a warlock, a wizard, a priest and a witch.
The witch finally asked “did you pick up something you shouldn’t have?”
He thought about this and remembered.
He had collected seashells, sticks, rocks, and soil from a national park.

"Kind of", he admitted.
“From Volcano National Park?” the witch asked him.
He nodded yes.
“You have to send it all back. Then your luck will change.”

He had not taken anything important, but his luck had changed.
His child had nearly succumbed from Covid-19, his wife left.
Sales were down by forty-six percent since he returned to the mainland.
He refused to do what she asked at first.

Then his mother and two uncles died.
A voice in his head said “send it back; send it back.”
When the box arrived at the post office in Hawaii they loaded it into a truck.
Heading for the beaches and the forests, to return all ninety-six boxes together.

After his items were returned to the national forest, order was restored.
His business perked up, and his wife returned home.
He decided to never pick up souvenirs again.
The witch had been spot on.
because she had done the same thing
years earlier....

The Duke

The Duke

Duke Paoa Kahanamoku
Hawaii’s Polynesian Legend
Olympic swimmer-strokes freestyle
Represented USA & Hawaii
Shattered all records 
and brought surfing to the world!

Embraced Kaliani
Surfer's Mantra
Life Saver and introduced surfing to the mainland,
The beachboy gentleman
(1890–1968)

My Hidden World

Sadness reaches further 
Than the shores of the island's heart
Stretching outward thru the banks 
Inward, where the rivers start

Population of the mainland
That, I do not know
But sadness spreads like,"wildflowers"
Past the shores of,"I told you so"

My forest once held vegetation 
That was green and full of life
Flowers once blossomed there
The aroma serene and nice

Life was almost perfect
Everyday was bright & new
Until the fateful day, heartache came,
And it broke the island into 

Quakes of mass destruction 
Swallowed happiness deep within
Trees collapsed on the spot
Flower lost their grins 

Hope was never given
A chance to run for cover
It remains trapped in the abyss 
Alone without its lover

Joy remains hopeful 
Clinging for its life
Upon mount envious
With jealous by its side

On that day, 
The 10th cold day 
In December you shared the news
That shock like a quake
It took away 
Everything 
I knew

R.K.Harp
P

Decay

^Truth is the smallest of all cays.
Surrounded by blood waters of the past...
the dorsal fins of doubt and deception.
Only the brave dare takes the chance. 
To swim out to it and fend off the thrash.  

Most would rather stay where they're at.
With the plush comforts of the arrogant mainland.
Suckling poison fruits of ego and half-truths...
then sashay upon the decay of the damned^

Ambush

A brook cascades daintily extant
~ flowing gayly heart’s incited joy
Meandering, nestles on Peace
~ quivering restraints strain ‘n squirm 
Breaking-bank, careens downwards
~ extols faith’s grim heart-bomb
Undulating, veering waves extrapolate 
~ Yonder’s zooming blue-adieu
Sojourns, so-longs, traversing under veils
~ weathering wry extremes
Heart’s incessant journey keels love’s mainland
~ new opaque's reach... 

(10/7/21 For 'Islands in the Stream' contest)

I Long To Be On the Mainland

I long to be on the mainland,
I’ve trekked waters freezing,
I’ve traversed oceans rough.
I long to be on a mainland,
I’ve seen rocks jutting and jagged,
I’ve heard men howl into the night-time surf.
I long to be on your mainland,
I fled from bombs, blasts and waves,
I escaped whirlpools of fear.

I long to return to my mainland,
to kiss my wife as saltwater laps the sunset shore,
holding hands with my son as shells sing their seabed verse.

I long to belong. To no longer 
be an island floating, a jetsam migrant 
adrift and at sea - whom you might 
view from afar on a screen shrouded 
in flashes - but whom you don’t truly see.

Drop Me Off

Drop me off on an island
where coconuts dangle sweetly
where the ghost of lost love
pirouettes on a moon kissed beach

A hut made of palm leaves is all i need
a jug band with a chorus of gulls  
and blue crabs on the strings
for the first time in a long while
i'll take the lead 
seduce the siren's that sit smugly
upon the reefs of the mind 

Drop me off on an island
away from war and abortion..
where golden fillets 
glitter delightfully on palm leaf plates
where shadows slide over shoals
fanning silver edged chapters
to the drum beat of gentle fates

Drop me off on an island
before its to late
before my soul turns gull throated white
where the stars etch the years
into the heart of the loneliest night

Drop me off on an island
had my fill of wild fires and goblins
drop me off on an island
the furthest one from the mainland..
far from the wreckage of man's
bloody muzzled carnival ride.

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