Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wispy Palms
Aloha Poets,
Wispy palms inspire today's poem. Enjoy!
Uncle's Ankle and Ukulele Wine
Outlasting the outpost of my cherished dreams
At last count I remember back before my teens
A childhood enamored with glamorous stings
Finding true love fancies serious wings
To start my own family I wondered oh sure
Blessed cravings of love took on serious blur
The fate of my childhood danced on tippy-toe
With a frisky little puppy named Piddy-po
The hands of my pride strayed way out of sync
With my mother's hands always there in the sink
Unsolicited youth gave me no name for it
The day of my remembrance life was game for it
With the salt of the earth spread on my wing
Wondering to myself who fixes this thing
Construct an oasis of comfort and joys
Memory of Mother and childhood toys
Lapsing into her kind soft lap of luxury
My mind wandered off like a duck's jury
Sailing the seas until I saw no more shore
Childhood dreams shored up my home even more
Amidst the clouds of Great Wallenda
The balance of love's nocturnal agenda
Opportunity knocks a raging sea of life
Adventure answers the ways of strife
Little girls bring a world of comfort eyes
Childhood always sends in cute little guys
Innocence protects cruel jokes of age
Then saves you from your own personal rage
The importance of impotence takes on a new ring
Allowing to endure what life slowly will bring
That's not quite the thing you had in mind
Grandpa's story of Uncles ankles and ukulele wine
Madness comes in many shapes and sizes
Life so surprising with its disguises
So many people so much to recall
Is it really my turn to carry the ball?
Always in trouble or it seems those grown-ups
Little child protects them from the badge of logic
Spent it away in a childhood game
Spin it away as if it's all the same
Reading hearts glow across gloomy land
lucky for me they put a pen in my hand
Once in a while hear of a hero at large
Authority's badge turned into a bard
Over there in the stillness under empty shelf
Darkness sits and wonders all by itself
For me now writer of hero of myth
Inspiration stands, darkness and stillness come with
And as darkness grows, daily scavenger search
Finding the words to get me out of this lurch
What will be found I'm not really sure
No sweeter a game this blank page allure
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Deep Lemon Custard Flower
Aloha Poets,
Deep lemon custard flower inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Charisma's Chiastic Hero
A dinghy's dingy dock keeps abreast to you bound
So small a craft keeps you further aground
Tether is your teacher if ever teased by a squall
Just mine the works, dig yourself chain and ball
Euthanized and neuter a new message floats in
Hobbles your home front from these shores once again
Lonely are the bounds of surly self emphasis
Hodgepodges pontificate to cobble its bliss
The call be so wild comes in dodging bullets
Wildcatters chatter at the shrill of the billet
Recuperating repercussions couple deaf to the call
Art troves sit idle in side hoarding walls
The barter of commerce still tries as it might
As saws, crowbars, and dogs take up the fight
Long ago someone said that all will be mine
As euphoria's emphasis entered late blind
Imaginable magazines view rubble dimly
Candidacy claims itself candidly fidgety
Euthanized euphoria breaks the calm with giddy
Epic self-regard keeps abreast of self pity
Behind center at outset disadvantages render
Something out there shivers in calls for defender
Tragedy befalls beyond the rumbles of pain
In folkloric misty, mistress beckons again
She propels you to be the breeze cast in the wind
Never to be weak in the wing or a limb
Soaring to heights without restless flail
Endeavor to be the wind, not the sail
Mainstream the heart as long rivers run
Not its mouth with saltwater tongue
Free seeds of doubt over hither and beyond
Never cherish charisma be the strong one
Leasers of desire swoon all too true
Hair trigger frightens frivolously the focused few
Eclipse affiliations fight with singular heart
Islands of isolation plunge egos from the start
Would fun loving kinds love horses and yesterday
If death's pollination came knocking today?
The mistress of your mist never vetoes her vote
As you, the hero, sets off in a boat
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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Friday, January 22, 2010
Blackberry Creme
Aloha Poets,
Blackberry creme inspires today. Enjoy!
The Little Dingy and Her Bell
A midmorning mooring amidst misty swishes
Sun splashes quest filled still dark wood burnishes
Intervening tides catapult their navigational flair
No stifling little legend, this wellspring of joyous air
The comfort of the little dock offers up its lapping lull
Treasured gulls love to be on hand for port of call
Springtime beckons offerings in swirls of sea change
Misty spew rises amidst the sea view's range
Thrashing thresholds bobble in their little fears
The breeze on the water still tells of so many tears
Reluctance hails a new point for returning
As maps' quests fill this little dock of yearning
Hear the call in the doldrums of heart's beating drum
Keel the haul of old wood yet so water worn
A wobbly little dock cries with a sobbing message
Eager request fires the heart for safe passage
She knows about and of the seas off shore
For guidance and advice offers up within wooden oar
Cast the line, clear the wall, bid fond farewell
For just wind to take little dingy and her bell
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sundae Sunny
Aloha Poets,
Sundae sunny inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Procrastination
Catch on to that thing, that hook of history
Sitting home there next to your little book of mystery
That little checklist there in your shirt written by hand
Those farms to be run stand out there in the sand
The spend machines of the city paint their seeds
Puts the race in play and forces others to state their needs
Once in circulation you slink away to where you can win
Hear battery hordes in their battery haste on the distant din
The want to afford the nectar of a new buttery taste
Where to enter as the adventurous side of you stays chaste
Still primal trend spotters stay out there wild on the chase
Letting their checklists fall on the floor in their haste
Recipes of freedom every hour makes its final last call
A flair for public exposure makes a bid with new protocol
Get a camera be your own videographer the one you fabled
Amend the thoughts you brought then leave them there tabled
The wonder of wonders you are still the child a parent enables
Reading fantasy books in a childhood of tigers and sables
This guiding structure no longer needs the means for that kind of money
Or even that car you needed to get somebody pretty to call honey
The vast farmland gave you that expectant look to go out and push
Against the world your tattered checklist turned to mush
Energies played out are yet to come from where you sit
Now ever so closer to becoming the distant opposite
That silly silhouette out there or so you thought
To get there early for that thing you thought you bought
Curry favor from those at your favorite restaurant
For a later start take to heart a new little chant
Protocol wonks thank the arrogance that never wins
And stomp that blitz that awakens and wells from within
On that dusty road out there can be no real adventure
So you thought to goad and claw, a very scary venture
The outlook from your outpost looks half bleak
Your dress code goes tribal a look in the mirror you tweak
Spontaneity looks unconcerned about your survival
Inward fantasy holds a tasty little reality revival
Kill the beast again in there that keeps looting your stealth
Catch on real fast to run up on nothing that resembles wealth
Mix and match your favorite leaders to whom you defer
All along newly embedded ideas well up and reoccur
Fashion your thoughts align with the pending
Blind the message in whose eyes out there sending
Energy of character requires this conscious tinkering
Off consensus the sensibility of splintering and lingering
Align new titles among your various selves
Embedded ideas now well up from off the shelf
As your new checklist goes wandering off by itself
Stealthy dreams drift off with their own ideas of self
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Drippy Flower
Aloha Poets,
Dripping flower inspires today. Enjoy!
Sphinx Dust
Well now and then there's that
Dramatic need to a sugar coat a cat
Joined up now against the sandy machine
Once a mobile agile life on a sporting green
Happy rides home brings new tunes
To a stunning survival story on windy dunes
Try to script an ending where lights are bursting
Zoom in on the hot zone of deserts thirsting
Pretty much started as an empty room
In a sea of survival a cutting wave of doom
A crowning moment of a crush syndrome
You there with your serious side-effect of limestone
A new direction winds are now taking
Takes it out on those once faking
Urban mountain girl made once painted rust
Emerges still as the child of dust
Long stem roses romantically once could cut it
Where chocolate souffles romantically abut it
Imagine that against the mission system
Sphinx dust still bites at the wind of wisdom
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Gingerbread Google
Aloha Poets,
Gingerbread google inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Paucity Posse
Get a bead on my frequency in the long run
Ageless impact in the patterns of songs well sung
The start of a new season a new finding intrigues
Little wonders with huge embraces in combat fatigues
View the panorama get a leg up first hand
From your perch the mind's porch to understand
Peak performance seeks basically the true
This season of frenzy is the risk you run through
A kind of emblematic choice in kind
Have a sit down, voice a hand to the test of time
Trickle down effects surround you from all sides
The paucity posse once again rides
As we gather we only see it in our eyes
Spoken words of pattern, the will to recognize
Then natural expanses articulate to organize
Physical becomes and crowds the use of our own advice
Pinpoint the mountain pass you peruse
More north to south or due west public eyes pursue
As they say this new day the ace is running hot
To pepper the great plain with buckshot
So hard to chew these spicy jaws of victory
So they say they are the jewels that will tickle me
Hideous alliances search for a lion's heart
Once again they bring the money unit, fill it with buckshot
Under the milky way of mother's breast one treks
Not a lot of cushion still we make a push for the apex
Changes of complexion sing "What a ride it's been"
Paucity posse rides again with the wind
All the makings of a first in recorded history
A higher flight your just-cant-miss little mystery
A gutsy move far beyond the ruse to fantasize
All the while paucity posse lies smiling behind your eyes
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Sweet Cherry Flower
Aloha Poets,
Sweet cherry flower inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Sugar Brink's Patch of Joy
Pacific Islands lured me to her destination
Her smile her hands her fantasy creation
Forest palace found its rightful place inside the reef
In the waxing moonlight sweet with a heart-shaped leaf
From her royal roots she takes no chances wastes no time
Snippets of wonder in darkness' nursery sublime
Sacred energy to harness, Lono fertility god of cheer
Poi'uala to 'uala'awa'awa, sweet potato poi into beer
To celebrate a season we needed only each other's arms
Simple tuber pink skin the gifts with ceremonial charms
Homage to pay her milky little way cures restless sleeps
'Uala (sweet potato) wili wili (turned under) in softened soil steeps
Lono god of planting, plenty, and peace
Fertility of love sprouts from heart-shaped leaf
Makahiki darling is no creamy or beige colored beet
Kamara or kumara, by any other name, 'uala so sweet
Poni (purple) soft mound circles round cane patch brink of sand
Kinolau (body form), taste of soft and warm there in my hand
Equador to Peru to Hawaiian Islands following as birds flew
Akala (pink) skin in soft soil 'oma'omao (green) cuttings to boil too
Oma'oma'o in darkened glow
Lono harkened for ancients to bestow
Monumental icon akala roots Hawaiian soil
'Uala sweet potato poi to beer we boil
Royal island escape in plants of sweet
Romance the pleasures 'uala vines' leaves treat
Floor mats for padding or make pudding of leaves and vines
Hawaii rain soaking mala (patch) of ancient times
Piele 'uala (mashed) coconut milk baked as bread
Peeled and crushed, blend with water even spirits get fed
Poi'uala sweet potato poi i'uala'awa'awa all in my head
'Uala vines and leaves mats and padding for my bed
Heart shaped and raw stem array for relief
Pleasure of leaf bud milky sap foliage for pig feed
Browns yellows or purples the skin of 'uala even pink
'Uala 'awa'awa (fermented) a nice little drink
Ho'okupu (ceremonial gifts) of reds and purples
Softened soil pu'e (mounds) sugar cane brink circles
Celebrated in season with the homage of joy
Makahiki peace, planting, fertility with sweet potato poi
Polynesian culture sophisticate our native lady
Home of rounded high sugar cane mounds shady
Pu'epu'e (high mounds) stay cool under low moon
Stunted and dry in the bright light of high noon
Flourishing forested moonshine humus
Ancestral design is nothing new to us
Rain soaked mala (patch) a softened soil to watch
Vines and leaves even lure 'opelu for a hearty ocean catch
A simple walk among the arid terraces of volcanic cinder
Restless sleep on decomposed lava beds we tender
Compost leaf buds and tubers plant cuttings in the red soil
Sultry nights of love waxing moonshine softens the toil
Sweet potato cream skinned red-purples under skin
From Equador to Peru a little tuber's iconic global spin
Call it kumara or kumala, 'uma'a or umala
My poni (purple) sweet potato poi 'uala gala
Leaf bud where milky sap drips a fertility cutting
Spread palu palu (vegetable bait) across fish farms abutting
Volcanic cinder softened soil by rainfall on land
Ko'a (offshore breeding areas) beyond the white sand
Kinolau (body form) waterfall island
Grows across oceans to white coral sand
Dreams of long ago sugar brink patches my memories of joy
Poi'uala girl my sweet potato poi
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Tropical Sherbet
Aloha Poets,
Tropical sherbet inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Bring Game
Let's go ga-ga at the get-go let's go
Sweltering fellow swallow you pillow get up go
Comfort zone and your ego come to blows
Do it now or do it twice get a grip then take the bows
Bring game
Finalize a match-up, bring game
Fire in eyes like ketchup, bring game
Aspire to size it up and catch it lame
A lot of different levels of pain,
Bring game
That sheet of ice grab hold of it with your boldness all lit
Walk the beach let a little rest extend your reach
Swim with sharks for a little talk of tightened grips
Bring game at all the different levels of gain
Bring game
Play the way some folks will say you brought it
Someday yes they came to play the way they thought it
All who saw it saw the play saw the show of flow
All for a little fame all ga-ga at the get go
Bring game
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Palm Fluff
Aloha Poets,
Palm fluff inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Cautionary Canary
As furrow of life casts quaint winter's glow
Tall trees sway whose seeds trudge slow
Same as sesame in cold primal sap rises
Old master approaches in newcomer's disguises
Hanging in the balance brings forth its message
Old messenger riding mare's savvy new dressage
Dragged through mire flung into dust
Were where hugs of desire hung in disgust
Old master teaches of wild runs and routs
Bystanders fold arms at more wild ones in route
Take care to take heed of wilderness' vow
Seasons of arrow's now resistance to bow
Old reasons for port of call and citizenship
Fall prey and stay aboard water sport ship
Who beams us up now or waterspouts us out?
Amongst this need for speed and heavier clout
At the bottom of history what legends will read?
Did dead reckoning directions fuel oil's need?
Can old masters stay sway with the rising storm?
Or will they seek shelter of the softer and warm
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Icing Eyes
Aloha Poets,
Icing eyes inspire today's poem. Enjoy!
Arabica Rabbit
Gridlock alert there amidst the throng
Preparation masks in focus of song
Stands ready to hammer this gamer at the line
Arabica rabbit enters sublime
Double shot of big shot inside the door
No time are soft hearts up for this chore
Lunge to be hugged in your small window of time
Arabica rabbit spins on a dime
Game face fancies a new winter coat
As white-haired jobbers jab and tote
Hearts and minds on a daily hinterland
Winds whip to play arabica rabbit's hand
Keep it edgy without one snowshoe
Experience hops through wild and blue
Busy waking hours go out to grab it
Fizzy cakes and flowers head home arabica rabbit
Some may understate such overly stacked odds
Underfunded showings and cracked shoe prods
Glimpses of a life and one's own well being
Arabica rabbit's hopes to hop with steam
Growing ideals with no new deal in sight
Hard work determines the sting of the night
Sacred fires sacrifice in daring deeds steep
Streamer of dreams arabica rabbit now sleep
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Marshmallow Boy
Aloha Poets,
Marshmallow boy inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Iambic Rambler
At this very moment had the world really changed?
So much so, among my settled ways and chains
The deal came so swift from the far of night
Asking me if I wouldn't mind taking up the fight
I conversed in a dream with a struggling vision
The impact of the aftermath of my meager decision
Epithets hurried and hid with the dark
And ran from this journey I now embark
Catharsis may catalyze competitive spirit
For a stunning piece of history yet to get
Who ever questions mania at quest's early day
Can papal infallibility really hold sway?
And what of the urge to be next to none
The visionary who still wonders of battles won
In the company of writers with messianic zeal
Naked ramifications voice their appeal
Once in a lifetime these bubbles trickle up
Clamoring for an ouster inside their little cup
Replicating visionaries may form lines in the halls
As mono-monocled focus rips at its walls
To become sort of numb now couldn't be good
With surefooted strategies I knock on this wood
Lessons are drawn along with my moat's bridge
As notable exceptions wait beyond darkened ridge
By and large, no one ever could have known
The seeds of persona so wildly sown
Fire still lights villages from distances shone
Epithets emerge now this thicket I call home
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Hearts and Flowers
Aloha Poets,
Hearts and flowers inspire todays poem. Enjoy!
Huddle Puddle
Reveal the footwork of your reaction time
Fuel the feud with your fuzzy chime
First timers and holdovers all gather near
Life's handling skills for all to hear
The appropriate platitude of evasion
Skirts the issue of every occasion
Ho-hum affairs with a passel of gadgets
Echo wolf's cry a befuddling widget
Coattails contend with a contrary concern
Field the vision of contemporary discern
Noticed play of late upping the game
Pointing fingers without much blame
Inexplicably distracted quells the concern
Affordability enacted teaches to learn
Promising sabotage induces a passion
When accountability has gone out of fashion
Your high level huddle access is approved
Careful thoughts from within become so moved
Training of no avail can lose effect
Amid huddles in the puddles of derelict
Take care of your thoughts for they become
An action taken to the beat of a drum
Action becomes habit and that drives your tractor
To a place we all know call it character
Daisy Face
Aloha Poets,
Daisy face inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Be A Gamer
Don't like the old idea of being pushed around
Commit to yourself a house of cool sound
Who needs all that Tom Fool and trickery?
Gamers garner attention intentionally
Heretofore unheralded herefords may unfold
Pressed or bullied to go out there into the cold
Bested their trick you can make it all but disappear
The cost of defiance to them now comes clear
Decisively divisive begins its final trek
A gag order with signs to turn back
Fight your own battle in that dizzying pile
Just be a gamer go out there in style
Commit to yourself your own force of will
The American way is a trail still
Dominating moments may have you flown in
Be a gamer go out there be your own friend
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Parfait Puppy
Aloha Poets,
Starry-eyed puppy inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!
The Cat's Meow
May I kindly direct your attention to
Some feline moments to name a few
Thrills of glamor the roar of the prowl
My fuzzy love cat is the cat's meow
Zero to sixty in under five
Stands out big time, shows the pride
Not for one solitary instant dare
Do I turn my back on my love cat's stare
Out of line I get the doodle bug
Stamping authority with a love cat's hug
Got trouble with names and people's face
You'll never forget his brush tail trace
Permit me to inform the select few
Many kitty benefits of the word, "Mew."
Arch backs all the way with one little hop
My socially compatible fuzzy joke shop
No jaded jaguar once we've tussled
Make me feel like I'm being out-muscled
A sprung spring frizzy bucket of bolts
He's my fuzzy love cat of a thousand volts
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Icing Eyes
Aloha Poets,
Icing eyes inspires today poem. Enjoy!
Goodnight Ginger
He was once and would always be the King
With a couple of burgers then a cake with icing
Sedative painkillers took a final bow
Taking the edge off in the best way they knew how
Park your fevered debate at the door
Grace the land with a hard landing lore
Get up now get out there and don't be cruel
Sedative pain killers for a heart that's true
Doctor induced so they say
A coma without comma cemented his play
With Meredith Hunter still fresh in lore
Hotels of heartbreak came to the fore once more
Then there was Marilyn with no special doctrine
Smooth operators still ask, "Was the doctor in?"
Still I wonder and I wonder did the 60s really end?
With fire arrow and black powder and jets of Gunga Din
Adaptation and improvisation will always be key
To gloat like a butterfly and sing like a bee
Maybe just maybe they got it all wrong
Sedative Painkiller was the number one song
Surround me with sound by your infamy
You brought me up to rock so don't blame me
On several counts of memories I do stand guilty
Please, please if it please the court, it please me
Gamers keep utilizing the full game face
As military controlled cameras stay in the race
A raucous bunch those 50's rockers
With marketing hustle money as no shocker
We believed at the time the search was over
But was only just beginning, even now we take cover
Who's really to blame, can anyone point a finger?
At a quiet night so long ago ending with "Goodnight Ginger"
Friday, January 1, 2010
Year of the Tiger
Japan welcomes the Year of the Tiger today (the rest of Asia will welcome the Tiger Feb 14 (yes, our Valentine's Day)).
Tigers are gracious, fiery, independent, and brave, making all things seem possible. They live dangerously, yet show a friendly loving and generous side, putting old battles to rest. Best of all, a tiger stands up against wrongs and goes up against authority with a vigorous willingness to voice objections (ancient Chinese writers especially admired this form of courage).
Here's to the dream of happiness and prosperity for the new year. Happy New Year!
Tigers are gracious, fiery, independent, and brave, making all things seem possible. They live dangerously, yet show a friendly loving and generous side, putting old battles to rest. Best of all, a tiger stands up against wrongs and goes up against authority with a vigorous willingness to voice objections (ancient Chinese writers especially admired this form of courage).
Here's to the dream of happiness and prosperity for the new year. Happy New Year!
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