Wondering lonely like a hen
Lying hopeless in the lion's den
Enough that a reason not to dream
The face of the rusty gleam
Seizing the heavenly fate
To human mere dictate
That hang over often
Despite being well structured a plan
Dream! It is a cover
Dream a river may light an island
Dream a fountain run over
Not only on the mainland
Dream! Roses aren't occasional
Dream the mind set off the instance
Dream someone an everyday hope is Arsenal
Situations are the conveyance
Love is what all need
Love is not a need to plead
Love is set for a pure ever
It sees a huge future picture clearer
Lie is beautiful and half-raw
Lie is biased and narrow
Lie is a lift of gift gewgaw
Come more to separate admired morrow
Watch the cleave
In Eden once live mother of all
Turns a cheap eve
Grow and executes man's fall
But each day spent is a honour
To turn an absorber
For if not sometimes by the tough
No human emits genuine love
"By law shall the land be built"
A wish geology and Picts ignored
Where salt froth
And fog
Become
An insinuation—mostly rocks.
Inverted white dull houses
And people:
Eyes fixed inward
And out
To sea
Like sorrowful gulls
Timing tides.
Afraid of mainland strangers
And color
They mangle hellos
And stress goodbyes.
They say
They’re Viking folk.
Make clacking noises
Like crabs.
Dear Florence,
How the evening sun sets upon us,
To garnish the sky in marigold wreaths;
For it sprouts the mist of heavenly light,
The myth I wish to garner from thee.
O’ deathly lady, speak unto me truth,
Does beauty cower ‘neath thy sanctum of stone?
Or perhaps it hides within moss ridden yards,
And loves anew each death it’s outgrown.
O’ deathly lady, veiled under the breeze,
How I envy thine eyes lain barest at dawn;
Awaiting the sun through tender spring leaves,
And blinding thyself – awake to true beauty.
Florence Margaret Mainland
(Nov. 25, 1903-June 8, 1925)
Mound Cemetery, Racine, Wisconsin
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.
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.
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 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
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
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.
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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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today’s conch bead lei -
aloha Lahaina &
lokelani rose
nod & prayer from the mainland
grieving your loss, your song heard
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
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)
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
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