Tahiti Poems

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writing poetry is my mistake

Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to embark on a large cargo ship,
Which will take you to Tahiti or Honolulu,
Better give candy to a blue-eyed schoolgirl,

Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to cook a chicken with lime,
Better to read the confessions of Saint Augustine
Or spend the afternoon at the movies with people,

Sometimes writing poetry is a strange mistake,
Especially never think that we have talent, genius,
Better to visit Lisbon or Patagonia,
Listen to fado with the Big Dipper.





Parfois, écrire de la poésie est une erreur,
Mieux vaut embarquer sur un grand cargo,
Qui vous conduira jusqu’à Tahiti ou Honolulu,
Mieux vaut offrir des bonbons à une écolière aux yeux bleus,

Parfois écrire de la poésie est une erreur,
Mieux vaut cuisiner un poulet au citron vert,
Mieux vaut lire les confessions de Saint Augustin
Ou passer son après-midi au cinéma avec des gens,

Parfois écrire de la poésie est une erreur bizarre,,
Surtout ne jamais penser que l’on a du talent, du génie,
Mieux vaut visiter Lisbonne ou la Patagonie,
Écouter du fado en compagnie de la Grande Ourse.

Tweety III

Did ever I tell you, sweetie,
About my grandpa Tweety?
See how you feel
In a cage, you heel,
While I'm off in Tahiti!

Fruits of Labour

Fruits of Labour

Sometimes I dream
Where I would like to be.

Far from nitty, gritty chores;
Enjoying fruits of labour,
Feeling the ocean breeze
Breezing over me.

Happy and nonchalant,
Swaying in my hammock;
On a shore of golden sand
On a South Pacific Island.

(Que ce soit ma maison.)
And let this be my paradisium
Distances from criticism
On the beaches of Tahiti,
With a tiare behind my ear.
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Notes:
1) “Que ce soit ma maison” is a French phrase which translates into English “Let this be my home”.

2) “Tahiti” (Rising Sun) is the largest island in the French Polynesia, and its capital is Papeete.

3) The “Tiare” is Tahiti’s national flower.(Behind the right ear signals single and available while behind the left ear indicates married or dating.)

Flotsam

He was a Professor of Difficult Sums,
Always kept a writing pad near,
Just in case of instant revelations,
With  pencil parked behind one ear.
He could quadrate equations
With consummate ease
And quantum mechanicals
He found just a diverting tease.

He won the Nobel Prize so often
They let him keep the cup,
And he wore designer braces
To hold designer trousers up.
A benefactor of mankind,
Which used his flowing skill
To perfect better weapons with
Much more efficient ways to kill.

He lived in academic obscurity
Until the people learned his name
When he made the perfect mouse trap
Which brought him worldwide fame?
He was sent back into obscurity
When he just went a bit too far
By inventing a pollution free
Everlasting peoples motor car.

He beach combs now in Tahiti
Fitted with a silicon chip link
To wipe his mind of such thoughts
At the speed of an eyelid’s blink
For business is business 
And everyone should know
The worst kind of fool is he
Who disturbs the status quo

Vincent and Paul

It’s fall of 1888, the south of France,
In the verdant fields of Arles,
Two artists shared a single dream,
And so began their quarrel.
Vincent paved the way for Paul
With bold sunflower sprays.
Paul dissembled, stating plain,
“More practiced effort pays.”				
“Don't smile before December,”
Said the mentor to his charge.
And the student pegged his better
As a bon vivant at large. 
So, their tenure at the Yellow House
Grew troublesome and dark.
Their artists’ shared collective
Strayed a long way off its mark.
Dry and cold, the Mistral winds
Spread madness like a plague,
To infiltrate poor Vincent’s mind,
Whose memories grew vague.
Mania, delirium, anxiety, and fear,
Climaxed when the voices told him,
“You don’t need that ear!” 
He’d heard no praise, regardless.
Dr. Rey used his sorry portrait
To fix his chicken coop. 
Then Theo got engaged,
And Paul sailed away to Tahiti.
Now time’s become history,
And that paint smeared canvas,
Nailed to a chicken coop 
Means to claim a hefty sum.
And Le Fou Roux lies cold in his grave,
Unmindful of the legend he’s become.

THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
STARRY NIGHTS AT SAINT REMY

Hidden Paradise

(Dedicated to Toni Marie Labadie.)

A little Tahiti
in our hearts abides
where you and I
love through the tides

Wherever we go
it's always there
under weeping willow
above solar flare

Yes, life is simpler
when I keep this in view:
My troubles aren't insular
My peace is from you

Bucket Lists

List one: climb up to Machu Picchu,
ride the Orient Express,
see the Terracotta Warriors,
find a monster in Loch Ness,
brave the winds of Patagonia,
hike along an Everest ridge,
visit Paul Gaugin’s Tahiti,
stand on Sydney Harbour Bridge,
stroll round Angkor Wat, Cambodia,
cross the Alps in a balloon,
gaze in awe at Easter Island,
catch a rocket to the moon.

List two:  sit in the garden scribbling,
eat a wedge of Stilton cheese,
drink a glass of Chilean Merlot,
watch the sunset through the trees,
play the bass just one more time
in the pub with my rock band,
look both ways then cross the street
holding my granddaughter’s hand,
see my grandson run towards me
smiling, waving, full of life,
meet my son and talk and listen,
phone my daughter, kiss my wife.

Yes. Two lists. There is a reason.
Once I heard a wise man say
Dream as if you’ll live forever;
live as if you’ll die today.

Pieces of Alliteration

Flying high on the forty fourth plain 
Figuratively free flying 
Wings in the air.

Bought the ticket today taking the
Ten to ten in twenty two hours
Time is ticking to that thrilling

Destination Tahiti
Tickling to test the thirst 
Touching the tentative torch.

Threatening traffic as the plain takes off.
Super structured systems to take 
Special entrance exams is essential.

Aren't articulated articles apparent while 
We were watching what was widespread
Watch the skies.

Pertaining to perpetual particulars like 
Learning to live luckier and lazing loftily
Was watching movie minding making
Mirrors more a word of sound to mime.

Exposed its mind 
All or nothing now is the time to tackle
The RHYME

Teaching signs that's been taught before.
Pick it up from the floor.
One two three  four

Counting  climbing  combining
Estimation escalation.
Do it did it  DONE it
Again let's win

Take it  turn it  toss it
Task is  transform it
Twirl it  turn it 
Task is as is

TRANSFORM IT

Welcome To Paradise

I was so looking forward to my trip to Tahiti
this was to be my panacea, a sure cure for all my ails.
For once there I could forget the dregs of big city life
and swim the opal sheen of a chatoyant sea, in tranquil peace.

Arriving in my loudest vacation garb, I felt at ease
in my role of cynosure, strutting like a movie star.
All to soon I was whisked off...to the glamour and opulence
that awaited me at my ineffable, unbelievably posh hotel/palace.

There I was royally greeted, by a true ingénue beauty
the epitome of grace, she exuded a gentle demure and friendly manner.
She was like a gazelle...swift and yet lissome
with an indelible smile that seemed sempiternal, and omnipresent.

And in the sweetest, mellifluous song like voice
she softly whispered...“welcome to paradise.”

A Million Miles of Faithful

Venice, 2 Milan, then 2 the Congo, then 2 Cape Town
Then Hong Kong

I stay being a faithful husband, with my ring on my
Ring finger, on Baghdad, 2 the Bahamas, 2 O-ka-ya-ma,
2
O-kee-cho-bee
2
O•ke•fe•no'kee

2 the United Kingdom embassy, on a private jet 2 Bairiki, 2 Bu-run-di, 2 Burgundy, now in a helicopter landing on a yacht, traveling the speed of a 1,000 knots in a thunderstorm, going 2 Sheffield, England, then 2 Tahiti

I have an emergency, well a sense of an urgent urgency, I’m horny and so is she, my wife-n-me, so I travel home -n- turn our bedroom into a successful, gorgeous, tragic tragedy, while we climax from a sexual, exotic catastrophe, my wife-n-me, I make love 2 the only woman who owns all of me, 4 I never cheat, so no matter where I go, or who I see, in my mind, heart-n-private parts, it’s all about she, it’s all about my wife-n-me, until the death of me.

2 her I’m faithful
-n-
Tranquil -n- 4 her
I’m thankful, what’s up baby?

Tahiti

TAHITI



If you leave, the island
Rests a sad face on its paws
And longs for your return,
Harkening for the oar-splash
Of your approaching boat.

If you never return,
It remembers your face
All  life  long.


...........................

Historical Note

Mutineers on the BOUNTY  had to leave the island and never return, but it stayed in their consciousness forever.

Vacation In Israel

If a bomb goes off on a train or bus,
I guarantee the aftermath will not be too fabulous.
If I found myself in Haifa, Jerusalem, or Tel Aviv,
the first thing I would want to do is leave.
I can name so many other places for a vacation.
In the Middle East, staunch hostility surrounds this nation.
They are not shooting at each other in Tahiti.
How many terrorists are roaming in Hawaii?

Schizophrenia

Her 'Verses on Schizophrenia' was written
        while both of us were immersed in Gauguin's


       yellow ocher smudging the eves in Tahiti
       on a bankrupted canvas throbbing to suck pigments


       each stroke ripping the foils of rustic mystery
       unfolded fathoms of emotions undeciphered in her skies


       eclipsing the tulips of reason,erosioned roots underneath    
       her gaze was thrust on an ivy stretching hands


       towards quivering wind perplexed to hide somewhere
       paraphrased each pulse in to the prose of dead tissues


       Her 'Verse on Schizophrenia' lies on the table
       A meteor crosses through the heart of a syllable

Sweet Desire

She had a craving for something sweet
    So she got herself a sugar daddy
      He gave her all her desired treats
         And put them in a caddie
 She was his favorite candy

     He called her his Sweetie
         And  bought her diamonds and pearls
  They vacationed in Tahiti
      Where turqouise waves would swirl
 And she would rock his world
                            ~~

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