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Hilo Poet Poem
Critics
Wrote a poem in the sand,
Wonder how it fares if left alone,
Will it bear on its own merits
Or juxtapose by meddling hands,
Meantime, sun-dries it again,
Wind shifts it broad and thin,
Indelible puddles left by rain,
Sand critters pop out and in,
A boy and his ball rolls along,
With a long sigh, looks on down,
Builds a sandcastle then leaves,
Ebbtide gone, flood tide flows cleanly,
I returned, stood and discern,
Comme ci, comme ca, c'est la vie.
14th line English translated from French, "Like this, like that, that is life."
05/09/2019
*POTD*
~~Team PoetrySoup
*6th Place*
old poems, FREE VERSE (003)
~~Poet Destroyer A
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Image of Grandparents Country Home from my family collection
The Two Drivers In My Life
In my younger years ...
I got to know the souls of my parent's worlds,
were as distant as our known solar system.
Mom was advancing in the ways of God.
Dad owned a thriving enterprise and,
once held the Golden Gloves title,
... and he despised the church,
may I mind you -- not God.
This was during summer,
after the row at home,
we stayed with our
maternal grand's
in the country.
Schooltime was nearing soon,
but we did not know if we
will attend the country
school or move back
home in town and
go to the town
school ...
hmm?
My birthday happens around that time of year
and my parents had both come out to the
country for this occasion. My granddad
was a deacon for their country church.
We had held my birthday party at the
church hall. It's a Hawaiian church,
hymnals, bibles, Sunday school
books, and sermons were all
done in Hawaiiana. As the
party was winding down,
we had put my gifts in
mom's family Chevy.
She drove us on to
our grandparents
home, just a bit
of hippety-hop.
We'd thought
it's country
school for
all of us
again,
'twas
OK.
Then all of a sudden,
dad had driven up
against our back
and all my gifts
packed up my
mom's rear
window, I
was not
able to
see.
I remember hugging and thanking him by the Chevy,
for the gifts and the wondrous day spent, knowing
he has his work tomorrow and mom will go teach
kids music privately, then entertain tourist at
the hotel nightly, nevertheless, dad rarely
comes to the country home. He steps
out of his new Camaro and told us
who wants to ride home with me,
and since I am the youngest of
the brood, instinctively, I ran
to sit in the back, until dad
said, "Since it's your day,
you sit in the front with
dad." Then mom had
interjected, saying,
"Don't forget your
things you may
want to bring
home." Well,
as for me, I
was good
to go on
home
now.
I'm glad about all the gifts I'd received that day, but for
the life of me -- as I write this -- I cannot recall any of
those said gifts that piled high in the back of a Chevy,
or dad's Camaro other than its striking stripe on the
front of the hood. Nothing had resonated inside of
me, except for two drivers inside those cars, and
even so, separate entities that they were, too
steep in their own way's, however, for now,
they had set aside their differences for me
and that both of their hearts were as one
again. Later, mom had established her
churches, and as dad was nearing his
call home, he had embraced mom's
church. They were together again
for their last years. O'er time, I
had become a bit progressive,
having a broader perspective
of the old and new, a need
for family values, love for
each other, and keeping
in touch always. Never
forget I, of those who
had loved me during
those times, either
driving separately,
or riding together
..., I will always
remember the
both of them
sharing the
manual for
drivers ...
~~The Word.
Those moments, good and bad, shared an unwavering timeline, making its bond unbreakable. They were both necessary tools for growing up as both entities had emboldened me to be wiser, stronger, and to make better choices. As I journeyed along, coming to dead ends and freeways, side and main streets, U-turns and yields, eventually, I found my way home. I know that my parents and loved ones are all in my thoughts and in my heart as one. I strive to drive my life on the path of righteousness.
KJV John 14: 6 "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
(Love) Aloha dad & mom, ke Akua pu (God bless you) ...
2021 June 14
*7th Place*
A Tender Moment From Childhood
~~Malabika Ray Choudhury: Judged 2021 July 01
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In midst of evading sounds and shadows
Lurks the soulless in search of reasoning
Whilst in the fullness, a youth bud still grows
Yet heard less, seen less, and not be wanting.
Death be heard, death be seen, what does it mean
The dearly departed, was it so dear
Having lived those years till age of nineteen
And suicide caused the family smear.
A precious life gone, was it worth the price
For whilst that soul lived and was being ignored
Gladly chooses a way, self-sacrifice
A soul leaves behind a life as pictured.
In midst of evading sounds and shadows
Lurks the soulless in search of reasoning.
Date: 06/24/2019
***NOTE: I extend my appreciation to all soupers for choosing 'SUICIDE RIPOSTE' as your 2nd most FAVE poem, My Heartfelt Aloha, indeed!
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Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
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*Image of Silence Effects by Pixabay.
the power of silence
his soul yelled her heart screamed~telltale faces held a deafening silence
2022 October 04
*1st Place*
The Power of Silence
~~JCB Brul: 2022 October 14
*HMS; 17 syllables.
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*Image of Candlelight by Pixabay.
fiery events
a candle flickers
ever waning as it melts
may love spark again? of course
breath pleased a candle
flames tuckered time for amour?
nicely kindled set to spark
2021 July 10
e.g., Ni Katuata
HMS & PS; 577, 577
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A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank,
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.
A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar,
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.
Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull,
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.
Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.
A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.
Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.
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Read Between The Lines
It was the point of a meaningless moon,
That being dealt life, its absolute gloom,
Vague stars shone hope to reposed past of Earth,
Dusk hath casts a crazed eve, pure hueless girth,
Joint lives of suave views have spread neath vain space,
Twain hearts of faint aims bent at an odd place,
Hath time rose, it was at a library,
Heartbeats are intact, waft of rare moon, free,
Scene set single swift shift that sways said lives,
When immortal kiss filled, hatched modern drives,
Flash of bliss, sum less than a week, pithy,
Souls warp sovereign time a dichotomy,
Ageless Sun o'er timeless Earth, midst readers,
Pave periods, us, episode writers,
Two; songbooks split, both sung; books wrote, both said,
A book close, ashes to ashes, rites read,
Ode paid, poet refrains, anew begun,
...Chapter One.
***No regrets, separate lives lived since my first kiss experience, though death came at mid-life, both of us had a fulfilled life, and for that, I am content.
2019 October 11
*2nd Place*
If only we could turn back the hands of time
~~Silent One
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Good morning, here's a book of photographs,
It has all the pictures, all you can see,
Families coming, they bring telegraphs,
Remember this one, it is just of me,
So long ago when I was only three,
Here's you, sitting under that old oak tree.
Taken at our grandparents home, your folks,
Here's you and grandpa, both on the tractors,
I remember grandpa sharing his jokes,
Then he reads the bible, quote some chapters,
In the morning we have tea and crackers,
Pictures, memories, that's all that matters,
Grandma used lots of egg yolks when kneading,
Cocoa, coffee and grandma's yellow bread,
At night you would check if we were sleeping,
Then you wake me up and I fix my bed,
Then we have breakfast before school instead,
Now we'll recite to you what we all said,
"We cannot thank you enough, love you ma!"
We're all here now, please wake from your coma.
Date: 05/09/2019
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*Image of Blue Lotus by Pixabay.
The Sound of Silence
glimmer rouses buds
mist glistens o'er possessed scene~~
quietude respires
2022 May 07
*1st Place*
Haiku Nature
~~Sotto Poet: Judged 2022 May 10
HMS: 5,7,5.
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