Friday, July 16, 2010

Intolerance--abcDarian

Aunt Alice had to stop for a few

Beers, she was
Chilling down at
Deeley’s saloon with
Edna Earle. It seems that
Frank James was involved and that
Good for nothing
Henry Hiller, you know the one that used to
Ink the newspaper down outside of
Jasmine over at
Kallops Corner? I believe you know
Lawrence Bishop, he owned the Star something or other,
Maybelle, he will
Never get over this, it sure
Opened my eyes
Pops is still limping because he tried to help poor
Quentin, you know Lawrence’s
Retarded
Step son by his third wife
Tina or Tasha, well anyway it sure was
Upsetting to the old folk they had never seen anything like that in the whole damn
Valley, everyone up in arms over that god forsaken fire
White crosses went up like Christmas trees in July
X-rays showed he had a compound fracture of the tibia, risking his life running down there
Yelling at those fanatics. Nothing he could do and poor Quentin hanging there like that
Zinnia’s got tinged too—will have to replant some new ones come spring.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Yogurt Advertisments-Cinquains

Blueberry Yogurt
Fruity
Low fat yogurt
A five gram protein punch
Satisfies mid-morning hunger
Brain food

Strawberry Yogurt—Rejected Ad
Flavored
Low fat yogurt
Distinguished sour cow
Fermented with bacteria
Grade A




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.
Another form, sometimes used by school teachers to teach grammar, is as follows:
Line 1: Noun
Line 2: Description of Noun
Line 3: Action
Line 4: Feeling or Effect
Line 5: Synonym of the initial noun.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Happy Birthday to Captain Tommy D.

**My husband is 65 today!!
Tommy D is the man for me

His abs are  rock hard
He loves his yard
He knows his way
around my heart

Girl, he sure can cook
he’s really smart.

Tommy D. is the man for me.

He loves his dogs
he gives them treats
He brings them home
raw fish and meat

A man of his word
poetic and proud
surely outspoken
stands out in the crowd.

Yes Tommy D is the man for me.

Obsessed to
not get it, in the ass
Tommy exudes his own kind of class
He wants what he wants
He gets what he gets
So yuz better listen
don’t yuz forget

Tommy D he’s the man for me.

Gone fishing today with
the Habilitat boys
Tommy’s fish catch
all will enjoy

Yes Tommy D is the man for me.

A hard man to live with
his visions are high
He’ll have you
leaping
eyes seeking
the sky.

The why
still blurred
in your sharp head
is clear to him
a leader misread.

Yes Tommy D. is the man for me.

So, as sure as Popeye loves his Olive oil
I’ll stand by my man, I'll be his goil
Cos no one’s perfect, I’m sure you’ll agree

Yes Tommy D is the man for me.

And they lived Happily Eva Afta!!

The End


Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Flying Hawaiian- A Tribute

Can Do’s fly into storms to penetrate eye wall’s
named Dennis, Felix, Frances, Gustav, Ike, Ivan, Jean, Katrina,
Ophelia, Paloma, and Rita.
Can do’s stick out their tongues to catch snowflakes while remote sensing gamma radiation in Minnesota.
Can do’s prepare in advance for the what if’s.
Can not’s-- wait for the little fat man in the lederhosen to go back into his side of the house.

Can Do’s are born in July.
They graduate from U.H with a BS in Meteorology
and from Embry Riddle Aeronautical University
doing their graduate studies in Aeronautical Science
They Captain—their “middle-age.”
Can Do’s worked at the
National Marine Fishery Service
where they caught seals and sea turtles.
Can not’s Captain leaky dinghies-- catching dry rot and algae.

Can Do’s commanded NOAA ships
like the John N. Cobb and the Morgan Freeman.
Can not’s command accessories-- like THE REMOTE.

Can Do’s collect data and
observe derelict gill nets in order
to predict the drift of the ocean’s marine debris.
Can not’s predict how many cubic inches
it takes-- to hold a case of BUD.

Can Do’s play slack key music.
Can not’s-- play air guitars.

Can Do’s LOVE deep sea fishing
Can not’s-- left their rain gear at home
while fishing for some spare change.

Can Do’s stick their necks into tight places.
Can not’s are still stuck in the 70’s.

Can Do’s make goals and become Captain’s and Chief Science Officer’s.
Can not’s make goals to grow some Kona gold and may go back to get their GED
after they finish all the Oreos and the chocolate chip ice-cream.

Can do’s make their parents proud
Can do’s draw out the best in people
Can not’s --scratch themselves-- and draw a blank.

Can Do’s --CAN!
Can not’s-- can't.
Captain Barry K. Choy is a Can Do--How about you?

Monday, July 12, 2010

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Normal doesn’t live here

Normal doesn’t live here anymore.

IT went the way of the Maya
IT lives somewhere south of the border beneath a bottle green jungle
IT is living its normal life with its friend Patience
IT is happy
IT never looks over the fence to see what’s there

IT doesn’t age or need a Doctor

IT has perfect hair

IT used to have feelings but has advanced itself to a more stable life.
IT doesn’t think about its body because it doesn’t have one.

IT doesn’t concern itself with the doings of man or wo-man

IT knows that much is wrong
but IT ignores them and their hormones
because IT is smart
and realizes what will happen
if IT upsets them or tries to teach them about the laws of evolution

ITS molecules will have to travel to a new galaxy
because even though IT is sure

 IT’s shit is ice-cream

IT is wrong!!!

Friday, July 9, 2010

Let us Make a Change

Let us make a change
Let us make a stand.
Good people signed in
saying yes we can.

Let us sow anew and make well known
how we gave birth
to this
our great home.

We stood for the shy
bellowed for the weak
exorcised the demons
that stalked our dark streets.

Sat down with villains to
play their crooked hand
poker faced
then dared to make a stand.

We've laid miles of track
reckoned with
our faith
gambled with our lives
our severed limbs scathed
spilling bloody rivers
digging countless mines
leaving comfort zones
dragging fat behinds.

Let us make a change
Let us make a stand.
Good people signed in
saying yes we can.

To knead understanding
we'll add yeast and salt
and rise to the challenge
to see our own fault.

Let us make a change
Let us make a stand
Good people signed in
saying yes we can.

Remember now
why we belong
to something real
to something strong
and fight, good people
for what we believe
Or lose it all
and die
in our disease.

Let us make a change
Let us make a stand.
Good people signed in
saying yes we can.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Crabwise--Walking Sideways

*** DLNR has informed us that they will be raising dock fees indiscriminately across the board—in order to standardize rates over the next five years—this means that everyone will be charged the same fees regardless of slip size or amenities.



We are off on a crusade
thick exoskeletons armed
claws ready-made.

Crying out to our clan
the hermit, king and
 horseshoe now stand.

Primitive and developed
from land, freshwater and sea
to make our objections known to
DLNR and the powers that be.

We have listened to your
bullying ways for far too long
it is your time now, to listen, to our song.

Our diet has made us strong and fit
And we refuse to stand still
for any more
of your sh---it!!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Avatar-cherita

A computer generated image, a virtual incarnation

Where a paraplegic marine
can marry an alien and save a world

Forget about beaming me up Scotty
turn on the power and plug me in
this god has spoken.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Morning Song-Rictameter

Raucous
mynas chirp sweet
music outside, after
last night’s riotous red white and
blue revelry. My canine buddies roll
over and stretch their stiff bodies
no longer shaking now
content with the
dawn’s song.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

A Fourth of July Toast to John Wayne

A Fourth of July Toast to John Wayne

He blazed rocky trails
brought in murderers and thieves
protected them from being lynched by an angry mob
saw that they got their fair trial.
He was a friend to the Comanche.
He spanked respect
into his willful bride and spoiled daughter
as G.W. McClintock
fought long and hard for his principles
infected us with his kind spirit and vitality
and brought us back again and again to the good old days.

If horses could talk
would they give him the nod?
Would prostitutes still wink and flash their goods?
Would the local boyz greet him in the hood?
Would our military show up to see his latest film, shake his hand?

You bet they would!!

John Wayne--an American icon
a vital natural resource
a man of his word, our hero
the indestructible
“Duke”---Well I reckon
we owe him
big time, so here’s to you Marion
thanks for lighting the way!

Saturday, July 3, 2010

C'est la vie

C'est la vie

I am
past being upset
far beyond the nostalgic nonsense
poking into a brand new box
eager
to sample the exquisite
assortment
of dark
creamy
nutty
nougats
my fingers prying
through
the outer shells
examining
the prize within
finding
new pleasures
under the sun.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Hiki No

Hiki No means Can Do!


Hiki No

Can Do’s climb cliff faces and stick out their tongues to catch snowflakes.

Can not’s trip over their own shadow.

Can Do’s march through puddles.

Can not’s wait for a dry spell.

Can Do’s swim the English Channel

Can not’s failed drown proofing at the Y.

Can Do’s run marathons.

Can not’s run to the fridge.

Can Do’s reinvent their world and make it better for everyone.

Can not’s live on another planet.

Can Do’s find the cure.

Can not’s complain.

Can Do’s stick their necks into tight places.

Can not’s are stuck in the 60’s.

Can Do’s will try it once and succeed in time.

Can not’s excuse themselves from too much excitement.

Can Do’s make goals and stick to them.

Can not’s complain about how hard it is.

Can Do’s show up on time.

Can not’s show up late-- ALL THE TIME!!

Can Do’s, consider your feelings.

Can not’s consider their feelings.

Can Do’s --CAN!

Can not’s-- can't.

HIKI NO--How about you?

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Toilet or Closestool

The Title of yesterday's Chinese movie at the Doris Duke Theater was "The Story of the Closestool -- the subtitles were a blurry white on white--gave me a headache---so I let my wild mind loose on the internet, here's what I found out about the closestool: My haiku is at the bottom


The Chain Is Pulled on Britain's Crapper

July 26, 2000

BEIJING (Reuters) - China has flushed Britain's claims to have invented the water closet down the pan with the discovery of a 2,000-year-old toilet complete with running water, a stone seat and a comfortable armrest.

Archaeologists found the antique latrine in the tomb of a king of the Western Han Dynasty (206 BC to 24 AD), who believed his soul would need to enjoy human life after death, the official Xinhua news agency said on Wednesday.

"This top-grade stool is the earliest of its kind ever discovered in the world, meaning that the Chinese used the world's earliest water closet which is quite like what we are using today," Xinhua quoted the archaeologists' report as saying.

"It was a great invention and a symbol of social civilization of that time," Xinhua said.

The invention of the flush toilet is widely attributed to London plumber Thomas Crapper, who patented a U-bend siphoning system for flushing the pan in the late 19th century, and who also installed toilets for Queen Victoria.

Among other inventions claimed by China are toilet paper, fireworks, gunpowder, the compass, paper money, kites, printing and the clock.

The toilet tomb was discovered in Shangqiu county in the central province of Henan, Xinhua said.

Archaeologists also found a queen consort's stone tomb, more than 690 feet long and consisting of more than 30 rooms including a bathroom, toilet, kitchen and an ice-store.

Toilet or Closestool
Two thousand year find
China claims another right
flushed and waste ready.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

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.

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