Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Private Dancer

Sly and the Family Stone reverberates in the background.

I Want to take you High---er! Hi—gh—er!

Boom shaka lacka lacka---boom shaka lacka lacka !!

The darkness throbs and then a
spotlight flashes illuminating
her four inch spikes
all aglitter as her
well defined stems wrap the pole center stage, inching their way up
heels first, towards the dark dusty paper-mache ceiling.

Swirling lights and a throbbing deep-tone tease the regulars as
her voluptuous implants bounce
and her trim
athletic form swings and slides
gracefully
swirling, twirling
thumping, bumping, writhing and smiling to the beat.

Just another sultry artist with pouty red lips
and no tan lines.

High-priced minutes tick by as
thick mascaraed lashes and smoky eyes
slice through the fog, combing for dead presidents
as they salute a beautiful flower
in full bloom, as she eyes a dirty clock
and competes with
younger more fragrant flowers
showing up late for the dinner rush
and now shielded by burly men
in dark corners.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Wasted Words-Rictameter

My comments on war!
Truckloads
of wasted words
line up on back lots, march
past shelled stone facades and down bleak
alleyways seeking young inquisitive
souls trapped in constipated minds
prone outside wisdom’s door
drenched in bullshit
scratching.

Rictameter is a scheme similar to Cinquain. Starting your first line with a two syllable word, you then

consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again,
8, 6, 4, 2 Making the final line the same two syllable word you began with.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Last Train Home--Chinese Documentary

Last Train Home--Chinese Documentary


We met at eleven
on a Wednesday
for a Chinese movie
preceded by a fat American
lunch at the Pavilion cafe.

Overfed in our luxury as we
observed the spirit of these dynamic people with
backs bent in two, using simple tools
to farm and rebuild cities, to live in squalid
closet-size rooms for decades, and send money home
to finance dead dreams, to children who don’t understand why.

To children who just want their mommy and daddy to tuck them in at night.

To forsake what we would call normal.

Young couples who have to leave home at an early age
leave their babies to work in factories
to make jeans for spoiled Americans with 40 inch waistlines
until their fingers are bent
until they have become so numb
that they no longer remember
how to speak to their own children.

Migrant workers trapped in their nightmare lives
breathlessly pushing
against the mob
for days
for a train to take them back to
sons and daughters
who live in tiny shacks with grandma
reeking of
inadequate plumbing
looking to escape the duty of being first in their class.
Frustrated lonely children searching for an alternate life
away from their parents’ stark reality.
Sharp children still wide-eyed
more impatient as each year passes
for mommy and daddy’s annual visit.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Chasing Dinner

Over hill and dale
shadows
slash
bottle green bushes.
Bits of fur
matted and stained
flutter
in the brisk
morning air and
descend
in a grassy knoll
fragrant
with
lily of the valley
soaked
in
rosemary
and
thyme.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Vog Sunrise

The scarlet sun slices
an ebony frame
dazzling the Iwa birds
circling violet water lilies
blowing orange kisses as
amber tongues poke
tall banyan trees
greening with dew.


From Wikipedia:


Vog is a form of air pollution that results when sulfur dioxide and other gases and particles emitted by an erupting volcano react with oxygen and moisture in the presence of sunlight....


**The Frigate Bird is called `Iwa, in Hawaii.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Friday, June 18, 2010

Dads vs. Grandpas

Here's a little humor---Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there


Dads have it tough!

They have to correct their naughty children.
They have go to work and then come home and
work some more.
They have to fix what everyone else breaks.

They need to make an appointment for sex.


They have to wait for everything
wait for their wives to get ready
so they can go out and spend money
they don't have
on food that they already have
in the freezer.

They have to fight traffic-- twice a day-- FIVE DAYS A WEEK.

They have to wait
to have their toe nails trimmed
wait until Xmas for new shirts, ties, underwear and socks.

And wait for Father's Day to hear from their grown-up kids--Maybe!

Yeah--Dads have it tough!

Dads are good for car keys
an extra couple of bucks
and explaining about the birds and the bees.
They are dependable.
They are there when you need them and
if you get into trouble or just
want some support
even though they are usually in the dark
the last one you run to
after all else fails.

Yeah-Dads have it tough!

Dads get better with age
they mellow like an old pair of socks
that you can see through.
They become almost human
thoughtful and caring
they develop a sense of humor
soon after the last child
leaves the nest.

Yeah--Dads have it tough!

Now Grandpas-- they get all the perks
They get to spoil the grandkids
feed them junk food
buy them anything they want
drop them off two hours late
with toilet paper stuck to their shoes
giggling about some off color joke
they weren't supposed to hear.

SHH--remember not to tell your Dad!

Grandpas get all the news about school
and friends while Dad is plugging away
being responsible.

Grandpas know where all the bodies are buried.

Grandpas know how to fix that hole in the drywall
or that dent in the garage door
that your new car accidentally hit
while you were backing up
loaded on a few beers after graduation!

Yeah-- being a Dad is tough-- isn't that right Grandpa?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Swan

Graceful swimmer glides

spins lady photographer

twirls water haven.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Fish Hawk


Fish Hawk scans green depth
stark orange focus intent
dinner at ten sharp.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Turtle Rant-Ku

The service here stinks
and we have to share our pool
with Antarctic birds.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

XYZ- XML

My rules for this one were to use XYZ in each sentence!!


Xian’s yellow xenon zephyr zooms-in-on Xanadu.

Xanthippe’s xenophobic XY zygote zigzags zip code zeroing-in-on zither.

Xerophyte x-ray yields yucca yelp zinging zinnia.

Zechariah’s XL zenana yields Yiddish zinfandel.

Yankee xylophonist yearns-for yodeling yogi in Zaire.

Xuzhou’s zucchini yardstick yields yawn in Zurich, yowl in Zanzibar.

Yonder xeriscape zooms in on zany yuppie in zoysia yelling for Yorkie.


Xuzhou: city in eastern China
XL: extra large
XML: a mark-up language that indicates the structural type of data
Zenana: harem
Zoysia: any of a genus of creeping perennial grasses having fine wiry leaves and including some used as lawn grasses.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Wayward--W’s-- Rictameter

Rictameter is a scheme similar to Cinquain. Starting your first line with a two syllable word, you then
consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again,
8, 6, 4, 2 Making the final line the same two syllable word you began with.


Water
wheel, well- balanced
weather-beaten, waking
wanton wide-eyed water-lily
watching water-fowl win wistful wall-eye
warding west wind wending wasp-at
wee water-moccasin
wrestling wet, white
water.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Utilizing U’s --Cinquain

Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed
as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.

Urbane
Ukulele
Unorthodox union
Uttering Uxoriously
Uncle.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Telling T’s, cherita

I have been alliterating through the alphabet--learned alot of new words, and stretched with my friend Merriam Webster, however today with the letter T--I am reverting back to a structured form. Thanks everyone for hanging in there!!


Tongue tackles tact teaches transcendent taste.

Truth tweaks trust
trumps temptation.

Trilling To Try
taxes thoughts
trains to thwart triumph.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Savoring S’s

Sacred sage sachet soothes squeamish salamander.

Sarcasm sandwich smears self-righteous sheriff.

Sultry showers shift, splash Suns staunch splendor.

Splendid scene spanks sponsor spooning secretary.

Scavenger scarfs smoked sausage
signaling smiling shutterbug snapping sow.

Space-age spade shovels sovereign shit
spiking Saturn’s silent satellite.

Spotty spores sport sprouts splicing spleen.

Street walker streaks Safeway struts stringy stump
submitting suburbia- to sudden suffering.

Sugar survey summons sweet satisfaction
synapses signal synchronized symphony.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Pasta Poem

Pasta Poem


I’m having PASTA withdrawal, here!


I have a Casarecce condition

an epoch  Elbow gripe.

I am a Gemelli guerilla

married to Tommy Tortellini

who happens to be in a numb Noodle narcosis.

I live in petrified Penne poverty.

My revolver is stuck in a Rigatoni riddle

My bullets are ricocheting in a pool of ricotta

swearing in Shell shock.

You are playing with a vile villainess

wandering wired

without any Ziti-- zip

and now you dare tell me

we have no Linguini, no Spaghetti, and no meat for the sauce?

Goodbye!!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Monday, May 31, 2010

Radiant R’s

Radiant R’s

Rabbit racism raises rabid rationale.

Raspberry ravine reaps red recognition.

Recluse recalls recent recital, redacting red herring.

Rose-bush refreshes remote refuge

Rigorous rhododendron receives rave reviews.

Registrar reiterates regrettable regulation resurrecting relic.

Relativity restates relevancy reforming redundancy.

Relax rectum remarks retarded reptile repulsing rhesus-monkey.

Resounding respect resolves resident recidivism.

Resilient response restrains retort rethinking retribution.

Revolutionary Road’s rough rotogravure receives rich rating.

Ribald riddle roams riposte route rippling rote rumor.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Q- Qualifiers

Q- Qualifiers

Quick-witted quack quizzes quintuplet quoting Queen.

Queer quatrain quenches querulous quarter master.

Quilting quiets Quaker questioning quick-step quadrille quandary.

Quesadilla quintessence quiets query quizzing quotidian quotient.

Quixotic quest quashes quetzal quagmire.

Québec’s quarters quadruple queue, quickening quid pro quo.

Quinoa quick bread quarantines quickie quean.

Quick sand quells quince quietly.

Quasar quark quantizes quantum theory quantifying quantum mechanics.

Quaint quadruped quiets quavering quail quenching quahog.

Friday, May 28, 2010

P- Pantheon

P- Pantheon


Parrot parapet parallels park peafowl
personalizing pewter phallus.

Peculiarly pleasing peasant pecks pencil perpetually
perplexing pesky pervert.

Philosopher photographs pithy poet pitching poetry.

Polyester position points-at ponderous politician perpetuating polytheism.

Prayer preceding preamble
precludes Presbyterian prenuptial agreement posing pressure-on Prince.

Prehistoric premier prejudges Pleistocene pretty boy
 probing proboscis producing profane propaganda
proposing propagation propriety.

Promoter promises proof
prostituting prostrate prosthesis pursuing pyramid scheme.

Pygmy pyorrhea putrefies parsley push-cart.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Oh-O, Opener’s

Oh-O, Opener’s

Overwrought octo-mom owns-up, offs obdurate OB-GYN.

Oblong oboe objects obsequiously-to octet overture overtone.

Octopus officiates-at one o’clock off-the-wall Olympics opening-at October ocean occurrence.

Opinionated opossum operates opposite otter orientation overriding ostrich.

Outlandish ornaments outline outhouse out-back.

Ovum outsmart ovary overtaking ovulation.

Opulent oval opal outshines odious old-maid.

Odometer oddity off-the-record.

Octogenarian oeuvre odyssey obtains offshore ocean oasis oozing oil.

Optimism orbits orchard origami ordaining organic orange order.

Osprey ordeal opens outlook outlawing oversight overseas.

Overrated oxymoron overstays officially overturning offensive octosyllabic offshoot.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Narcissistic N’s

Narcissistic N’s

Ninety nachos nail naked newt.

Nimble nanny goat needles nefarious nematode named Ned.

Name plate nuzzles narcissus narrowing down
 nasturtiums to national-seashore.

Nasty neurosis neuters newspaperman.

Nice nun nurtures naughty novice nursing nude novella.

Neighborhood network negotiates negativism.

Nazi naysayer navigates necromancy.

Neap tide notice necessitates noon-time nap.

Near-sighted nymph nibbles navel orange
neglecting nervy newcomer.

Noisy nightingale nips noteworthy night crawler.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Magnetic M’s

Magnetic M’s

Merry mermaid meets media maven, mixing merlot mimosas.

Mongoose muses- on miniscule mirror.

Multiple moose monkey-with moron meditating mindfully.

Magazine makes melee momentous.

Mad madam macramé’s Madonna.

Maggot magnet makes malodorous magpie merchandise.

Melancholy memory merchant mails
mellow music medley moving Makah males.

Malignant makeup malfunction maims mama.

Macadamia nut madrigal moves mademoiselle.

Malnourished muscle manipulating mongrel mystifies masses.

Make-believe memoir makes money maligning mandarin.

Maraschino marriage marbles marzipan.



Monday, May 24, 2010

Sign-Clarity Pyramid

SIGN
Local
Hawaiian

A hang loose greeting
in local tongue that means
Shaka brah, Right on tita!

“Proudly displayed on vintage T.”

Sunday, May 23, 2010

My Photo Gallery on Fan Art Review

Two Clarity Pyramids---Mule & Dad

Clarity Pyramid


A poetry form designed and constructed by Jerry P. Quinn (FanStory.com writer Jer4Clarity).
Usually, this poem is center aligned when displayed. The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the
first triplet, which is displayed in all capital letters. This line is followed by a two-syllable line,
and then there is a three-syllable line, both of which clarifies the definition of the poem, or is a synonym for the title.
The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based around a life event contained
within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title).
The last line is 8 syllables, and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first
word (title).



MULE
Donkey
Ornery

Stubborn animal
munches on grassy shoots
rubs rider against rock face.

“Revisiting Kalaupapa”


DAD
Father
Dominant

Tough and tenacious
insists on perfection
iron hands, warm caring heart.

“Dinner on table at five, sharp”




Saturday, May 22, 2010

Chewing Gum-- ABCdarian

Chewing Gum


Already

Been

Chewed gum—yuck I can’t get it off my shoe!

Darn these

Espadrilles Aunt

Fiona

Gus sighed

How is it that

I always manage to attract these sticky problems?

Just give me the damn phone

Kool-Aid’s fine by the way.

Let me just make this call

My cousin phoned  he thinks the world owes him.

Now where is that number?

Oh-here it is

PU3-8879

Quite the situation

Really burns my butt

So stupid

That one, he still can’t get a job let alone walk and chew gum.

Unskilled and unorganized

Vacant, vain, vegetable

Worthless, wallowing, walrus

XY misfit, xenophobe

Yowling, yokel

Zigzagging through life like a zombie—SHIT-it’s busy!

Friday, May 21, 2010

Leaking L's

Leaking L’s


Labia’s labyrinth labeled, laconically lambasting lambda.

Lamenting lady lactates laboriously.

Labrador retriever laments lactic acid lacuna.

Loose language lassos lanky Luddite.

 Lantana laced landscape, lauds lavish lawn.

Laxative launches leak, leaving leather-neck leery.

Left-handed liberalism legitimizes lenient levy.

Libra licks licorice lickety-split.

Life’s linoleum loves lemons.

Lint line-up links loge locale.

Lonesome lollipop looms lost.

Loquacious lord lavishes lovely lubricant.

Lucky lunatic lures lusty Lutheran.

Logic lulls loud Lithuanian librarian.

Lyric links lovelorn loggerhead longevity.

Loitering loincloth leaves luau loopy.

Lop-sided looter loses lunch.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Keening K’s

Keening K’s

Kelp keeps keel-boat kaput.

Kama’aina kamikaze keynotes komodo-dragon.

Knockwurst knish kills king-pin.

K--Kaleidoscope kidnaps karmic kick-stand.

Kennel kid  kibbles kibitzer.

Kitty kisses knave, knees knight.

Kiwi-fruit kinetics knock-down kinsman.

Knicker kiosk kindles kaffee klatsch.

Kremlinologist kowtows kumquat krugerrand.

Koi kayo klutz.

Knowledgable kindergartener knits kooky knapsack.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Juxtaposing J’s

Juxtaposing J’s



Janitor jettisons jabberwocky jam-session.

Jazzy jaw-dropping jaybird jitterbugs jubilantly.

Joyful judge jots just journal.

Jury junkie judges juicy jellybean.

January juggernaut jumps June juncture juggling July.

Jacquard jukebox jostles junior.

Joe Six-pack’s journey jilts jingoism.

Joe Blow jousts Japanese jack-pot.

Jambalaya jalapeno jazzes jaunty jeopardy.

Jongleur jogs jonquil jungle.

Jockey joneses jeep jenny.





Monday, May 17, 2010

Refrigerator Logic--Six-word Memoirs

Rest in peace, once green veggie.

Activia rules in this frigid closet.

Shut the door, there’s a draft!

Cold closet seeking, warm leftover companion.

Be quiet, the eggs are sleeping!

Age matters, step to the front.

Seal your wrappers, eliminate dry rot.

Old dark companions, foment strange odors.

Soda shoots off mouth, fizzes out.

Check ice tray weekly, for blockage.

Sponsoring green—penicillin, apply in rear.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Fire god

I took this photo last night as I watched the flames dancing in an outdoor pit!





 

Fire god

You are my drug,
the flame that licks my thighs
and sears me as you
order me about at your whim.
I am caught up in your glory.
I cannot see anything but you.
I do your bidding and loathe myself.
I am a puppet on a string.


I want you to be my friend
but you despise me.
You answer me
with your lies.
Your probing tongue
delivers cold venom,
courses through my veins
on a deliberate track that
hones in
on my heart and mind
with blinding speed,

screaming and



pleading for more,



ALWAYS MORE!

I want to get away from you
but you entice me
with your dual personality.
Your kind side shows itself
and then slips away.
I am riding high on a wave
fierce like a locomotive
lurching past my youth
plunging headlong into damnation

over and over again.


I am in a maze
forever trapped in time
locked away
for safekeeping
in a secret chamber
of your empty soul.
I open my mouth to
scream
and
no one hears.


My fingernails
leave a deep imprint.
Traces of my blood linger
and release another harbinger
intent on
Self-destruction.

My tomb lies broken,
my hairless corpse smolders,
my bones are encased in blistering bile.



Saturday, May 15, 2010

Interpreting I’s

Interpreting I’s

Idle iconoclast identifies Icelandic Ice-Man.

Indian ideology idealizes isolated isthmus.

Ill-mannered ibis impede ibex.

Impassioned idiot idolizes imagist.

Igloo irregularity ignites irate investigation.

Immobile iguana immolated, invoking intense image.

Impressionist imprints incestuous incisor.

Indecisive index finger incrusted indecorously.

Indifferent industry initiates injustice.

Insatiable inquisitive inn-keeper inspires insomniac.

Institute instructs intramural interplanetary intercourse.

Insurance intent insults intelligence.

Inner-ear interference invites invention.

Intoxicated intestine invalidates invasive invitation.

Islamic islander irradiates ISBN issue.

Itinerant IUD iterates itself in Italian.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Harpooning H’s

Harpooning H’s


Haiku habit harkens hard-bound harmony.

Hail hallowed halter hanging-on hopeful hangar.

Hands-on handyman harpoons harem.

Happy harp harbor hawks hashish harvest.

Head-banger headquarters heightens heady heat-stroke.

Hello –Herr Heimlich!!

Hilda heralds hemorrhoid hemorrhage halted-in hind-most hemisphere.

Hibiscus hiccup highlights high-technology.

Hexameter hints-at historic hideaway.

Hispanic Hopi Hindu hippy hooks humble Hungarian Hun hunchback husband.

Humor hyperdermic hydrates humanity.

Hyperbole hypnotizes hypersensitive hippo.



Writing Retreat

****Awarded the Rain Bird 2010 Kolekolea Honorable Mention in Poetry


I look forward

each month to return to
Hale Akoakoa
at Windward Community College
for my regular shot of
Lillian,
my special coffee mug
brimming
with her enthusiasm

compelled
to share
listen and
be challenged.

To explore-- this strange new country
called writing,
jam-packed with strong verbs, and syntax
bubbling from a practiced source.

To discover my own special voice.

As I venture
into uncharted
atriums and lanais
sheltered by banyan trees,
while grinding on
chocolate chip cookies
cantaloupes
and cherries.

To boldly go
on a
lyrical expedition,
serenaded
by
cellos
chickens
and a heart stopping
rendition
of cock a doodle doo.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Garnering G's

Garnering G’s

Gallic gadflies gaff gallant gamecock gauging galley.

Garrulous game garners gangplank.

Garden gargoyle garrotes garter snake.

Geisha gets gaudy gazebo, ghastly garden.

Ghetto gentrification gives gauche gatecrasher generous grade.

Gecko geek genially genuflects, gleaning gender.

Glacier glass gleams grace.

Goose gossip grades gradualism.

Group grinds gorp.

Grape gratis greets grimace.

Gross grub groans gruff grocer!

Guacamole gulch guarantees guerilla guidance.

Gutsy Gurkha grasps guava guitar.

Gesundheit--giant germ!

Gleeful girdle give-away, girlfriends giggle gladly.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Forking F's

Continuing on my journey through the alphabet!!

Forking F’s

Fabian faces-off fancy falcon famous for fatal faux pas.

Federal featherweight father’s feral feline.

Ferocious female finds fence favorite feature.

Flaccid ferret flashback’s following festival field-testing flannel.

Filipino film figure fillets Finnish fish, finds fleshy finger tip fondue.

Frisky flirt fondles florid floozy.

Flypaper font foments frenzied folk-art.

Foreign foreclosure foreshadows four-square foul-up.

Frantic fowl free frisky friend.

Frightful four-o’clock  fracas fricassees frog.

Fugitive from fudge factory furthers futurism.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Enlisting E’s

FYI--this month , my twelvth month of writing a poem a day,

I'm going through the alphabet--stretching a bit with my friend Merriam-Webster (dictionary)

Enlisting E’s

Engaging  elusive elands
 enable
elbow room elegance,
embrace emollient emissions.

Emir’s emerald
embroils emissary
eating enchilada.

Endangered enclave ends epic erection.

Elite ermine erase erogenous Elizabethan era evangelizing elk.

Egret elixir experiment explodes exponentially.

Egregious ethernet euphoria excludes
eighty ethnic European elders.

Evangelist excogitates exceptional expletive
exhibits eyeball.

Ezra extracts
elephantine eyewitness eliciting
elevator elegy.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Dealing D's

FYI--this month , my twelvth month of writing a poem a day,
I'm going through the alphabet--stretching a bit with my friend Merriam-Webster (dictionary)



Dealing D’s

Dainty debutante dabbles daily, dribbling drama.

Damask dandelion decor decoded, drawn dominantly defining domicile.

Defiant definition decrys democratic deficit, dividing district.

Diphthong diplomacy doesn't deter dedicated dairyman.

Dinosaur dioxin disease deceitfully delivered disguises dumping duct.

Disagreeable disc jockey drifts dreamlike, drenching druid.

Disclaimer discerned daring Darwin database.

Duplicity duress dysfunction delivers dauntless dead end.

Dry-run disarmament dumbfounds duenna duly dudgeoned.



Sunday, May 9, 2010

Culling C’s

Culling C’s


Captivating carambola caresses
caribou caricature.

Careworn caregiver carves casaba carp.

Caribbean carnage catapults cataclysm.

Cautious cauliflower caws celibacy.

Cerulean cetaceans challenge chimera.

Chimpanzee chimes chilly chorus.

Chrysanthemum cloisonné clearance closeout.

Close-knit clique clones club-sandwich.

Costumed Cossack counts coyote.

Creature craves credit.

Crocodile cultivates cyst.


Boogie Fever

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Meadow Pause

Bossy B’s

Bossy B's

Bill’s biplane
buzzes blind blond bombshell.

Blowsy blueprint
boasts blue-cheese.

Blue whale boggles
bohemian.

Bonze boos boodle.

Bonny buxom bookworm
butters butcher.

Bumptious Bookie
bugs bookseller.

Boor borrows breast plate
brakes bramble branch.

Biological breach
breeds bucolic buddy.

Bulky buttock
bypasses Byzantine bystander.



Friday, May 7, 2010

Warrior Cat

Go to http://hazardcat.blogspot.com/
to see my poem, published 5-7-10

Accruing A's

Accruing A’s

Aseptic arm
articulates assertive
abeyance astride
assassin.

Abandoned arboretum abuts
arid archipelago
anticipating anticlimax.

Antique apothecary
appends appalling
Antler art.

Adios, Adieu, Arrivederce,
Auf Wiedersehn
Aloha!!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Paradise Found

I’m calling down my muse.

He’s calling up the ocean’s warrior fish.

The carp swim.

The tilapias continue to breed.

The golden koi fountain shoots water 24/7

calming the inner crimson and

the outside world dissolves

into pink, indigo

and jade.

The days roll by

flipping their tails at us

circling

jumping and splashing

in spring fed ponds

fertilizing

plum orchids

basting orange

bromeliads and

healthy green papaya

dripping

in the sun.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Gray Dawn

Gray dawn yanks down the covers

and proceeds to pour in light

 shifting the mask.

Emerald cliffs loom from the shadows

sharp points and dark outlines

line up and

demand recognition

as green splashes against gray

waving at an orange beauty

by the water’s edge

blushing content
finally

from the notice.

Monday, May 3, 2010

MOM--Six Word Memoirs

Calms outbursts tucks hanky in sleeve.

A safe port in fierce storm.

Irreplaceable treasure, guards key to contentment.

Uses Seeing Eye dog when necessary.

Pulls rabbits out of hats daily.

The best medicine, money can buy.

Unpaid cook, maid, and phone operator.

Domestic goddess trained on the job.

Gray hair, chipped nails, bright smile.

Sensitive tornado sweeps away unreasonable conflict.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

MAY SLips in

May slips in unannounced




humming


bringing style and verve


as last month’s voice loiters


in a sad corridor


released from the cast.


A bouquet of white and purple lilac follows


freshly cut and arranged.


Their sweet scent lingers


long into the night


exciting


young noses


singing


a new song.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Mendacity

Mendacity


detects you from a corner
next to the potted Anthurium,
a poster child for normal behavior
in the ghetto.
It sneaks up and tries to get cozy
then proceeds to suffocate you with an invitation
to ponder
justifying past deeds,lining them up for the firing squad
aiming for the whites, in a sea of gray.
Drowning in delusion
it comes up for one last gulp
one last vain attempt,
to stay alive.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Lawns Horses and Pigs

We moved into our new, old house in 1985.

A new adventure, on
a dead end road in the country,
away from the noise and traffic,
a piece of the rock to call our own.
2.1 acres that we had to rope and tame
rough doesn’t even begin to explain it.
Imagine carving out a lawn with hand tools
and brute strength and doing it after work with lanterns into the night.
It took years to even think about having a lawn,
fifteen years to be exact, by then we had two houses
and a three car detached garage.
Add fruit trees, flowers and a pond not to mention a giant lawn.
Our ancestors would have been proud.

In the beginning we purchased a bull
and went to work.
During the day we had our business to attend to
Roofing and Vinyl siding, when it was slow we painted and did interior renovations, hell we did it all.
After work sometimes by flashlight
we would pull weeds, and hack away at California grass
about six feet high tough and tangled
choking upon itself in the humid tropical clime.

Bully the steer was our first new addition to the family, and then before I knew it we had Billy and Jennifer, two goats and then chickens and roosters, not just any chickens mind you, we had feather dusters. After that the ducks came along, six of them, and they would be joined by six geese, two horses Beauty and Hoku, which you couldn’t ride just one, both had to ridden or else, and I began to think the farm life was for me--except for one thing

I object to ducks swimming in my pool-- too much poop
and with the poop came the flies, so many flies
that I couldn’t enjoy laying out by the pool in the sun after work when I wasn’t doing anything--yeah right!

Oh and did I mention the pig--

did you know that horses and pigs don’t get along?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Excavating Bones

Inspired by Poem a Day--Academy of American Poets April 2010 and by Spencer Johnson's, "Who Moved My Cheese."

Excavating Bones

Skeleton in ice
gently thawed
and cradled;
hair
and bone
worn down to marrow.
Frigid strength
icy lover;
your contact sears
callous scrutiny.
I can hear your muffled scream
preserved
in time’s frosty cavern,
concealed in cheese
station C, and me
in E, advanced and alone.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Caterpillar Dreams

Caterpillar Dreams

Inch your way
on tiny feet
climb into the tree of dreams.
You are not yourself
the monarch lurks inside.

Spin
a strong silk pad.
Sleep,
you are not yourself
the monarch lurks inside.

Hunger for
red clover
goldenrod and
fluttering breezes
beneath the cool shade
of the
stately palm.
You are not yourself
the monarch lurks inside.

Awake
from nature’s baptism.
Shed your former skin.
Declare your magnificence.
Dance atop
yesterday’s fragile petals
soar into the callous wind.

Fly
dazzling insect.
Show off your large
tawny orange and black wings.
Rise
potent prince,
wander throughout the provinces.
You are magnificent.
You are Mozart’s Symphony No. 40 in G minor.
Fly brilliant monarch,
Fly!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Compost at Dawn

Up at Three—not a pretty sight!!


They say the older you get the less sleep you need.

I’m here to tell you that they are WRONG whoever THEY ARE.

It is a bald faced LIE.

Those THEY’s need a good bitch slapping

and I know just the person to do the job.

No thinking about it or talking it over--just a grim reaper.

That’s what you get when you mess

with a crazy person—two shots directly

into the brain—no questions

no dilly dallying

just cold hard steel

right between the eyes

and then I’ll go work in my garden,

start a compost pile.

Don’t you love fertilizer?

The flowers love it

I can hear them screaming now

pile it on—we’re starving here!!

And by the way--Have you ever heard of this other element—it’s called WATER!!!

We don’t have any feet or THUMBS,

so if you could just

pay us some attention

we will show you

something nice to look at

tomorrow morning,

when you are still awake

and NOT SLEEPING!!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sneaking up on Roosters

They wander the windward campus
 clucking amongst themselves.
Searching for the most juicy bug, fighting
for crumbs tossed by meandering poets and writers,
breaking for lunch and a stroll.
Intellectual folk who thirst for
candid photos of roosters
and hens, stray cats, grasshoppers or
even dead centipedes, adjusting optical zooms
and praying for that perfect shot.
The shot that will
inspire; stop them dead in their tracks,
produce sighs and email home clearly, to Mom and Dad.



Saturday, April 24, 2010

Contemplating the Wind

The wind rises at three a.m.

still drunk as it rushes about

looking for things to stir up.

It snakes the orange and pink bougainvilleas

as it reshuffles their geometry.

It blusters at the Manila palm

who bend and bow

as it howls at the front door

demanding to be let in.

It spews loose sediment

as it turns away

relentless and finally settles

on a blade of grass

and lifts it up

skipping it across the driveway.



Friday, April 23, 2010

A Call to Reason

The thing about reason is it
gets raped from behind;
leaves too many doors open
to getting your head chopped off.
As an infant, we start out with infinite trust
and if we are lucky we leave this world
relatively intact, abused but whole.

Time is the key.

Since the beginning man
has killed. It is instilled
into our hard drives. We learn how to protect ourselves
from an early age something that never loses its
significance lest we fall victim to indifference, obscurity
and terrorists plotting to infuse us with their religion.
We sit on a lower rung
on the ladder of evolution
pushing all the wrong buttons
pondering the ape/man ratio
erasing unpleasant history from memory
like a crack addict obsessed with getting his next high.
We live in a world where
stupidity reigns alongside legalization
brothers on the same see-saw.

Only until we are able to
subdue these primal urges
will we ever be able to move up
the ladder, whether it be here
or as a future virus on a brand new planet.

Time holds the key.

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