Polynesian Poems

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red aloha shirt
with polynesian motif
worn with confidence

Lissten Mecker

Frisian
nsos voulons
a un dollar dans? amazon dans
le'space vacantio
pres' de la
bibliotheque
solomons Island.
 Sincerly Your
Frisian
"the Happy"Polynesian


How can I
when it
seems the worlds
on my shoulders
and it stranger
as I get older
seems like no know
ever wanted me.
How can I when
II'm all by myself
and there no one else.
No one to adore and love me.
Man needs affection
love and admiration
People can make it harder
and cause your
undermacion.
Baby how can I
when I look to you
for comfort
wanna lean on your shoulder
and you tell me it's all right.

Bali Hai

Bali hai
Rogers and Hammerstein
Polynesian paradise
healthy coconut milk
balmy frothy fronds

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 Girlfriend

Many years before I had a girlfriend
We shared our views as done by each good friend, 
Together most of the play time we spend.
For some work, once grandpa came to attend.

Introduced her to grandpa. He was bald.
Secretly we laughed; that night I appalled 
In a dream that I have lost all my hair.
In morning to share dream with her, I called.

She laughed; told from mind throw the dream away
Confirmed baldness comes and hair moves away
When someone gains enough knowledge level.
Naively said, for you, there is no way,

To improve knowledge base with so much hair
That was last meeting, she left with a glare.
~x~x~


Polynesian Wave ::
This is a sonnet form invented and named
by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.
Meter is iambic pentameter; ten Syllables each line
Rhyme Scheme: aaxa bbxb ccxc dd

Pasted from  http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/polynesian-wave/
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart  for the resources at Poets Collective Site.

Flaunting My Prettiness

I am dressed in fuchsia, lime green, vibrant yellow and turquoise today.
I feel like I just stepped off a Polynesian island as a butterfly.
I am almost too pleased with myself, flaunting my prettiness.
Marvelous start to a Monday that could have remained ordinary.

Balmy Beach

Particular palms protecting private Pop’s Polynesian Paradise.
Bashful bountiful beaches brazenly beguiling busy banana boats.
Gregariously greeting gracious green grass generating gloriousness.
Formidable foams frolicking forever free from formulating fickleness.
White wisps wandering wonderfully within wilderness's willful wistfulness.

Lei

a lei
warmly undulates in the harbor,
scented blossoms in the surf,
welcoming each voyager
with frangipani, plumeria, shells and
haku mele. the ukulele and current
gently pulls with mellifluous undertow.
a garland aloha and hula hips
enhance each Polynesian hug
in passionate sunrise and sunset hues.

8/7/2018

haku mele — weaving a poetic text, chant, or song

Oriental Wind Chimes

Laying here in the cut with eyes closed,
listening to the soft, tinkling sound
of the Oriental wind chimes
My mind is calmed by peaceful meditations
In my heart, I feel universal love ...
rhythmic beat of African drums
Dark continent chants,
majestic silence of Mt. Kilimanjaro
heard off in the distance
And in my soul, I feel a new song being composed
It's for a family reunion occasion,
invitations offered to my brother and sister Caucasian
and Asian
Now, I'm feeling an Islandic, Inuit and Indian spirit
rise up in me ...
Polynesian and Caribbean,
Aztec and Mayan,
Sioux and Seminole,
Navajo and Crow,
Anasazi and Apache,
Iroquois and Cherokee ...
all shouting in unison: Love is unity
Then, I open my eyes to the truth
of a future time,
as my ears hear the serene sound
of the Oriental wind chimes

Water World

Water World

I reach and turn a chrome spigot;
Then magic on magic transported am I
To a Polynesian waterfall

I am bathing, brushing long black hair, 
singing Polynesian songs
At dawn……

Splash!

There is a child’s chortle, a joyous laugh
A yellow rubber duck, a wiggling wet babe
Where memories dwell…...

Splash!

I see warm white suds in a big metal pan,
My grandmother’s mottled hands,
She is singing hymns, “Just as I am…..”

Splash!

I see your face!  The roar of the sea
Envelops me
A wild wave – then tears, and……

I turn the spigot
To reality.

Poetic Stories of Native Americans

Hunger led you through
the Bering Straits 
to discover new possibilities
in the foreign, distant land.

You were hunters, brave and great,
chasing animals for your survival,
walking thousands of miles –
hunting to sustain existence.

Your other brothers,
set sail in their catamarans
from Polynesian Islands
through the ocean expanses.

Roaring winds, mass of water,
walls of treacherous waves,
sinking many of your boats -
huge billows of water were falling

to the abyss, on your ships.
The bravest of you,
came to the new shores 
of imaginary, fantastic worlds.

Then, thousands of years later
came hostile brothers to the lands of yours.
They put claim on your dominion
and they diminished many Native Nations.

Ancient ways of life
those of yours, distinct culture,
which they wrongly understood,
putting their seal of polluted world.

Longings

Morning brief
Not much to say;
Touching aftermath

~~~~~~~~~


Passing clouds
Candy floss chit-chat;
Without a word

~~~~~~~~~


Lovers in the park
Saturday evening trysts;
Cheery revival

~~~~~~~~~


Free-and-Easy
Way to go;
Redundant tour guide

~~~~~~~~~


Aloha Hawaii
Polynesian fare;
Smiles surfing free

~~~~~~~~~


Fly away now
Missionary quest;
Overseas homework

~~~~~~~~~


Complains surge
No much change;
Wishful thinking

~~~~~~~~~


Here and there
Notice the debris;
Broken spirits loiter

~~~~~~~~~


Lost souls loiter
Shackled by fate;
Seemingly hopeless

~~~~~~~~~


And when he died
So much sorrow;
Now an urban legend

~~~~~~~~~


Sweet sexy swirl
Curves curl cute;
Vital statistics flaunt

~~~~~~~~~


Children at play
Power struggles start;
Parent referees

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore

No Man's Islands

Like cold marble statues
stiff as vague mixtures
of alcohol that stings of spirits,
cheap as famished souls.
Once were unique and proud,
now the vanishing isles!

A struggle to keep adrift 
to face the blue sky vast
and unyielding, matching 
that deep Pacific Ocean.
Hear us now gagging on
driftwood and rising waters.

Peaceful seas of dreams
where dancing bonitos circle
canoes,surfing freely cruising
with yellow fins in oceans of fun.
Now hear chokes of sinking feelings
and sirens lamenting restless souls.

As sea sprays watered eyes in contrition 
someone changed the climate in Iceland 
and desert storms rampaged our islands.
Rumblings of constipated volcanoes
longing for release but now stifled by
solar shields torn by man's greed.

As I float amongst the beaches of ghostly
Polynesian islands, the reefs cry out in 
protest as  navigation comes full circle,
back to 'hawaiki' our 'once was seen'
home of origin, a failed quest reiterating
the original theme of a people that "once 
upon a time" existed now once again 
A no man's islands.

Ricky the Traveling Man

Ricky, you may have been around the world.
You have seen many different flags unfurled.
Is it true you found a girl wherever you went?
I would say your time was very well spent.

You knew a pretty senorita down in Mexico.
Up in Alaska, you saw a cute little Eskimo.
Your sweet fraulein in Berlin made your heart yearn.
A China doll in Hong Kong waited for your return.
A few nights were shared with a Polynesian baby.
You had a good time there, and I don’t mean maybe.

Nobody will disagree you were a traveling man.
You attracted women as well as any man can.
You are gone now, so there is no longer a choice.
However, we are thankful we can still hear your voice.

Legend of Lemuria

Many have heard of a lost continent in the Atlantic
But there are some who believe there was one in the Pacific

Grab hold of time’s clock and switch it back 85 thousand years
Peer through history’s mist, legendary Lemuria appears

Their ancestry is thought to be Asian or Polynesian
Did this evolved culture build the stone heads on Easter Island

If they existed and how they vanished, we can't know for sure
For any artifacts are now lying on the ocean floor

Hostile natives of Atlantis have been blamed for their demise
It’s said religious Lemurians were attacked by surprise

A lesson can be learned, however, as history repeats
Many peaceful cultures have succumbed to militants’ defeats

Those who have spiritual inclinations don’t make weapons
And the death toll continues to rise well into the millions

Men who seek power are always seeking to control our Earth
But on Judgment Day our Lord will decide who has the most worth

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