Short Tiki Poems

sneaky black cat on
the back of the couch likes to
lick oil from my  hair...

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On Saturday night in Waikiki
The teenagers turn rather freaky
Though blue as a smurf
They all love to surf
Like a Kahanamoku tiki!...

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Tipi and Tiki two girls homebound,
One had diarrhoea one was sound;
One got in a yellow press,
Other a hell of a mess,
Between two stools one fell to the ground....

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Tongue Tied with A Tiki

What I did was to take off my tiny tiki,
And what is left on body was my bikini,
Told by tone,
A party thrown
On an island where men are a Meany. 

Jim Horn...

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I like to write on the screened-in porch
By the light of the grinning tiki torch
Listening to nature's sounds
Ideas sound abound
Ignited by the creative force


Received an Honorable Mention in "Inspired"contest...

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If you heard a Soup Censor holler
They just saw a Cook Islands dollar
Allowing for windage
That Tiki appendage*
Could incite a 9-1-1 caller! 


* Gershon-approved, i.e., circumcised
Is that sufficient evidence
the Lost Tribes of Israel 
were on a Cook-out?...

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That tiki bar on Waikiki that spun so slowly round
To view The Market Place across the street and then towards the Clouds
Next Queen’s Surf and then the sea and sand Thru stacks of boards
To the luau tables at The Sands and the Kaiser pink hotel
Sipping slowly feeling good lonely everso  
reminiscing palmswept winds 
of too damned long ago...

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No storms stalk the turquoise sky,
white towering cloud-kites unhindered fly;
brisk breezes bear a sea salt sip
of tangy kisses on wild, wet lips.
The sneaky sand is never shy,
all defenses it defies
to nestle down against soft skin
in just the spot to cause chagrin.
Smells of pineapple, coconut,
drinking cheek to cheek in a tiki hut
to the beat of bossa nova bands-
young summers on the golden strand.

Copyright, November 2, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Dawn what pretty sight
Mothers waking children
Fathers taking eggs from hen
The sun what a pretty light

Kings of jungles roaring
Birds singing as sweetly as can be
Animals as lively as can be
Trees of jungles snoring

No troubles in any animal's life
Tiki birds singing all morning long
Groundhogs sleeping all day long
No animal plays a fife

Setting sun what a lovely sight
Mothers putting to sleep without a peep
Father and Mother together sleep
Ending day what a sad thought...

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Fall has come 
   and with it the march of the NY Giants 
Dangerous game!
    But the players do it 
for the glory (and the not inconsequential financial rewards)
I will watch the game Sunday 
   on TV
    I have good friends that 
don't like the game 
   But I get thrilled when 
the NY Giants win 
  My uncle met Tiki Barber(of the Giants)
I remember going to an 
   Orthodox shul 
I went to as a youth 
           Someone said "What's the score?" with a smile 
Autumn has arrived...

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the sea is high and running
sails are fighting for the shore
skippers in their shrimp boats
are hauling in

blow wind blow
none of us are sailors here
we are washed up on this Tiki bar
mugs foaming and topped to the brim
Umbrella drinks fizz and tipple
oysters and crabs
salting our ready tongues

if the night leaves us a roof
to drink under
if the sky don't drown
or waves don’t slosh and spray

we will untangle all our nets
so torn by frets
and row this rollicking night away...

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