Saturday, January 30, 2010








Touring the Seaborne Odyssey

I was invited to tour this ship as it docked in Honolulu on Thursday thanks to Susan F. "a golf friend".
It began its voyage in Florida and is going around the World for 81 days and will finish its voyage in Athens Greece where it will remain to do local cruises in the Mediterranean.


Bright burnished brass and
teak decks scrubbed
fore and aft
brandish old coin,
as it rocks gently against the dock.
The hull unlovely, as it deposits
the flotsam and jetsetters onboard
salty, from the recent rough passage.
Briefly pausing on a world tour
their papers peaking from loose pockets
as they survey the area, set for local amusement.
Led by our guide through
distinguished corridors
vacuumed and polished.
Sampling the owner’s suite
as black caviar on a cracker
settling on the back of the tongue
washed down in the Sky Lounge
with Champagne and Mimosa’s
and an hors d'oeuvre
of delicate
orange salmon
zwieback.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Revision-acrostic

R ewriting I play
E arly in the day, creating
V olumes of
I nspiraton. Just
S econds to uncover
I espy another,
O ld rhyme of which I reprise,
N ew poems to elicit your smiles.

Six Words on Marriage

Husbands rule on the fourth planet.

Wives rule on all the planets!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Six Word Memoirs-Health

Brown rice crunch, scours clogged pipes.

Water is the fountain of youth.

Alcohol in moderation, keeps Alzheimer’s waiting.

Smoke your meat, not your lungs.

Your best friend lives, inside you.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Kona Blast, Cherita

Cherita is the Malay word for story or tale. A Cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse. It can either be written solo or with up to three partners.


Kona winds tore across the Kitchen

upsetting the resident blue vase
decked out in peacock feathers.

Dropping for cover
she remembered a drill from
elementary school.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Microsoft Word Help-Cherita

Word could not create the work file

Check the temp environment variable
under word options, run diagnostics.

Global warming
not
the issue.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Call Me Ma'am

At 25 I ascended a new plateau
that was the first time someone called me Ma'am.
It hit me off guard and left me disturbed
because up until then I was Oh Miss,
or more appropriately, excuse me Ms.
especially since I could still balance on one foot
carry a shopping bag on one hip
and a baby on the other
while hunting for the car keys
at the bottom of my purse
after finally remembering
where I parked the damn car
that OMG
had been keyed on the back,
both sides.
Four rows,
down to bare metal.
Candy apple red, used to be the color
before some asshole decided to add this
new detail to my four month old
with the sticker glue still on it, Subaru
and here I am-Ma'am, all formal like with
that nice young cop taking down every detail
writing up his report, filed in triplicate
and lost beneath a musty pile
on the Sergeants over worked desk.
Now I have to go home and face
the Mister and show him
what some hoodlum
just did.
Oh JOY!!
Next time
I will pack my can of
hornet spray, set to fire
straight into the pupils
of the scum sucking
waste
of a human being
who has opinions
about what other people’s cars
should look like.
The personal property of people
who have earned the right
to have nice cars
without scratches and dents
and I will park
on the empty side of the mall and walk.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Winter's Chill

January’s morning
blast
sent goose bumps
down my spine
as I awaited the sun.
In the meantime women golfers
zipped up jackets and
buttoned up sweaters.
Warm ups ensued
stretching backs and limbs
limbering joints by
swinging Callaway drivers at fallen leaves.
Wedges pitched dimpled white balls
across fairways and onto putting greens
abundant with 4” holes and tiny metal flags
where we practiced putting
testing stroke, speed, and accuracy
while others gossiped and
analyzed the dark sky
gazing at the
flat gray mass for
any other
predictable
signs
of hot air.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Requiem To Sleep

The syncopated stylings of Mr. Bruno and Zeus
wake me from a place I wasn’t quite ready to leave.
Choruses of cock a doodle doo vie for attention.
A virtuoso at stage right is especially talented, the notes
ring in my ears and bring me back
to Tempurpedic
mattress and pillow
country.
Cradling my spine
in all the right places,as
twisted limp white sheets caress
my aching stiff carcass.
My journey
last night
fraught
with brutal
challenge
escaping
the agony
for a brief respite
from a road well traveled.
A road with loose
biting gravel
pitted with pot holes
and gooey black tar.
Tar so gooey and sticky that you feel like
you are cross country skiing
in Utah and several tall blonde
men decked out in ski attire all named Lars
race by intent on getting to the finish line and you tell yourself why not and you join them and pretty soon you are gaining and they start to cheer you on and at that moment you are in heaven,and heaven is where it’s at, with angels singing and they are so glad you came,
and then you hear the most exquisite music you have ever heard
and suddenly
you are awakened to
to the heart tugging melody of two Great Danes
accompanying the local ambulance on the way to picking up
some poor bastard
who just got yanked
out of
heaven too!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Six Word Memoirs

Cheating Death
Smile more, nobody gets out alive.
Look both ways, then turn around.
Life sucks, get a rain check.
Be adventurous go climb your desire.

Man’s Best Friend
Adopt a dog, friend for life.
Most pets have their priorities straight.
Loyal pets lick away the hurt.
Dogs have some bones to pick.

Doing What I Want- Gembuns

Dancing To My Own Tune
xxxxx Ear buds inserted
xxxxx Pushing lawnmower
xxxxx over green carpeted hill.


Planting My Garden
xxxx strangled dendrobium await rescue from tight containers
xxxx bromeliads give up their seats for newcomers
xxxx orange Koi approach, splash to see new view



Lazy Day
xxxx Watching rented movies in the morning
xxxx hot tub soak, sunbathe on quiet deck
xxxx listen to Hawaiian songs, nap.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Determining GOOD

Right doesn’t have to explain itself to wrong.
Good wins over evil.
Consider this,
No one is GOOD.
We instinctively know this and then reject it
perhaps that is why we ask WHY.
We need to fit all the answers into a nice little package
and then later forget the question.
Future peoples may ask again the how and the why
and they will try to reason out good for whatever purpose
and they too will fall short of a real answer.
Brainwashed
that only GOD is good and we all fall short of that.
Educated leaders believe, how dare we not?
Daring to question the
world order
thinking for yourself is highly discouraged
in any age.
Inundated with worldwide media coverage
slanting our bias daily
presently noting even our
computers are smarter than we are.
Our brains are slow our bodies neglected
ignored as collateral damage
unable to process the complexities
of our vast universe.
Machines take us from point A to point B
cut the lawn, wash our clothes, and entertain us
automated
non thinkers
at least for the present.
The hunter gatherers
now hunt at the local
supermarket
where everything is fresh, homogenized and refrigerated for our convenience.
We are so comfortable in our bubbles
walking through frigid air conditioned aisles with glazed eyes
wondering what to cook for dinner
ignoring the neighbor’s snot nosed kid screaming bloody murder
wrapped in our safe cocoons
waiting for good to appear
to help us decide upon Brand X detergent which is ecologically friendly
or should we opt for the cheaper brand and rent a movie?
Pretty soon we won’t have to think at all
and then who will ask if
we are still alone
about global warming
about faith
about our health
or if anything like being good
still matters.

Friday, January 15, 2010

POEM A DAY

Pithy sayings
Otherwise overlooked
Engage readers with
Moving metaphors

Allotting thirty

Daily
Allegories to raise and encourage emerging
Young poets.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Successful People

Successful people
are bold.
They have an attitude
that allows them to
put themselves
into the killing fields
allowing
the vultures
to pick at their bones
as they glean
vital pieces
of information.
Undisciplined
to the casual eye
they manage to
pull off the impossible
particularly
to those who
would
mock
and ultimately
die
disillusioned.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

50's Milestone Shorts

Poem a Day
charge’s brain’s battery.

50’s boomer hikes
Diamond Head trail.

Still trying to
learn new things.

Changing with times
sparks stimulus package.

50’s best life
is staying green.

50’s quiet reflection
six word memoirs.

Golf at 50
sinks two putts.

50’s golf swing
flies the distance.

Book smart babe
writes poetry books.

50’s life story
roams evocative lane.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Time well spent

Time well spent
is a man
sowing seeds
in rich loam
watering and feeding diligently
day after day
repeating the process
until finally
he eats the reward.

is a good book
read
in pursuit
of personal growth
that gives up its seat
on the train
of popular thought.

is a belief
challenged
on the road
to
paradise
that passes
through
a
parallel
universe.

is time
spent
with family
anywhere
anytime
conversing,
their minds connected
to the same antenna.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Windy,Cherita

Kona winds

scatter lightweight objects
to four converse corners.

A tiresome
puzzle
to piece together.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Siblings-Aphorisms

The oldest child
breaks through barriers.

The middle kid
sports steel determination.

Sisters exchange secrets
friends share information.

Siblings have rivalry
friends craft alliance.

The youngest one
never grows old.

Sisters for life
family still rules.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

A Great Dane's Report on New Year’s Eve in Hawaii

I would be the first to piss on all of them
and all their explosives.
I would make sure to tinkle on all of their matches
not a single aerial or even a piece of obnoxious red paper
would remain dry.
This colossal stain would wreak a reminder that
these islands are shared by all.
Then I would jump on every marauder
and knock them down, cut their height in
half or eighths if need be.
Their point of view altered like that of an errant child
left out after dark without supervision,
forced to see from a new angle.
I would then bark a loud critique about the ramifications
of deafness inflicted on beings of a lesser god.
Crazed by their ignorance, I might resort to
property damage leaving traces of my angst as a
sign to future canine, inciting them to rethink the
outdated notion of a man’s best friend.

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