My Hawai'i

[ampoule]

I lived on the island of O'ahu as a child but never visited any of the other islands. I just returned from a lovely week spent on Maui, which together with Kaho'olawi, Lana'i and Moloka'i makes up the Maui Nui. If I may, I will use this thread to share poems inspired by this glorious trip.

There is a five hour difference in time between Hawai'i and Chicago so I flew back in time for almost nine hours. By the time I checked into my room it was completely dark outside. I was up every hour checking for the sunrise.


Rise and Shine My Hawai'i

Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Why do you have to sleep so long?
I peek and see you teasing me with moon and stars across the water.
Even in the darkness, I can hear you luring me with your waves.
Please, please, please, rise now and open yourself to me.

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[symphony]

Wow, yours must've been a wonderful childhood!
Never been there(or anywhere!) myself, so i'm really looking forward to your poems unveiling those dreamlands. :)

:thumbs_up

[firefangled]

I lived on the island of O'ahu as a child but never visited any of the other islands. I just returned from a lovely week spent on Maui, which together with Kahoolawi, Lanai and Molokai makes up the Maui Nui. If I may, I will use this thread to share poems inspired by this glorious trip.

There is a five hour difference in time between Hawai'i and Chicago so I flew back in time for almost nine hours. By the time I checked into my room it was completely dark outside. I was up every hour checking for the sunrise.


Rise and Shine

Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Why do you have to sleep so long?
I peek and see you teasing me with moon and stars across the water.
Even in the darkness, I can hear you luring me with your waves.
Please, please, please, rise now and open yourself to me.

.

This sounds so much like it could be a song that accompanies a beautiful native dance. A woman trying to sleep, but failing, singing to her lover across the island to wake and play and love with her. Very beautiful as usual.

[Virgil]

I love Hawaii. We went there for our honeymoon and it really is paradise. We went to three islands, Oahu, Maui, and Kuaii (sp?). Loved them all. I would love to see the others too. Any pictures to share Amp?

[Sweets America]

Oh, Ampoule, I love what you described about checking for the sunrise! It conveyed such a feeling of peace. The poem is sweet, and goes well with your thoughts. It sounds like a very intimate moment.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I lived on the island of O'ahu as a child but never visited any of the other islands. I just returned from a lovely week spent on Maui, which together with Kahoolawi, Lanai and Molokai makes up the Maui Nui. If I may, I will use this thread to share poems inspired by this glorious trip.

There is a five hour difference in time between Hawai'i and Chicago so I flew back in time for almost nine hours. By the time I checked into my room it was completely dark outside. I was up every hour checking for the sunrise.


Rise and Shine

Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Why do you have to sleep so long?
I peek and see you teasing me with moon and stars across the water.
Even in the darkness, I can hear you luring me with your waves.
Please, please, please, rise now and open yourself to me.

.

An interesting thing about this is that if the author were male one would assume it to be an erotic poem. Given that others might see it without your prefatory remarks, mightn't it be a good idea to have the title signifiy Hawaii?

[ampoule]

An interesting thing about this is that if the author were male one would assume it to be an erotic poem. Given that others might see it without your prefatory remarks, mightn't it be a good idea to have the title signifiy Hawaii?

Good idea Prince. How is Rise and Shine My Hawai'i?
Did you notice how my poem looked like a little boat? It just happened that way.

[Granny5]

Wow! Not only is it a lovely poem, but a work of art!
Good job, amp.

[ampoule]

No trip to the islands would be complete without attending a lu'au, an Hawaiian feast where a fully dressed pig (pua'a) is wrapped in ti leaves with bananas, sweet potatoes, etc. and lowered into a pit (imu) and roasted all day. At night the food and drink flow freely and there is much celebrating with hula, chants and singing.
The following morning I was sitting on my lanai and some little birds came flying by.

Birdie Lu'au

Sweet little Hawaiian birdies,
Here is your lu'au feast.
No pua'a from the imu
but fruity loops and King's bread
broken in tiny bits.
Don't be shy as you swoop past my lanai
for I will gladly share with you what I have.
It is the Hawaiian way.
I will even hum an island melody as you dine.
You need no mai tai, for your nectar
awaits just over there, in the beautiful Plumeria.

http://www.gardenmart.com.au/images/Plumeria-acutifolia-.gif

[PrinceMyshkin]

Not too shabby! In fact, not shabby at all! In fact, bloody marvellous!

[jlb4tlb]

Greeting

"Moloka'i" a historical novel of Hawaii is a great read . You learn a little and love alot, What else can you ask for from a book.

Jeff

[ampoule]

Greeting

"Moloka'i" a historical novel of Hawaii is a great read . You learn a little and love alot, What else can you ask for from a book.

Jeff

Greetings to you Jeff. I would like very much to read "Moloka'i". Thank you for telling me about it.

[firefangled]

No pua'a from the imu
but fruity loops and King's bread
broken in tiny bits.




Very well done, with bits of local flora and fauna and food sprinkled here and there, perfect!

[ampoule]

Thank you prince and fire.

I almost missed the moon that first night, the way it sat there amongst the swaying palm leaves. Within minutes it was gone.


Moon Pie

Last night I watched the ocean eat the moon,
such a tiny sliver,
Surely it could not satisfy its hungry growling.

http://www.cloudland.net/Nov03journal/11213-5742moon.jpg

[PrinceMyshkin]

Thank you prince and fire.

I almost missed the moon that first night, the way it sat there amongst the swaying palm leaves. Within minutes it was gone.


Moon Pie

Last night I watched the ocean eat the moon,
such a tiny sliver,
Surely it could not satisfy its hungry growling.

http://www.cloudland.net/Nov03journal/11213-5742moon.jpg


God bless the poet who has the wisdom & the courage to say no more than is absolutely necessary, as in this wonderful image!

[firefangled]

Moon Pie

Last night I watched the ocean eat the moon,
such a tiny sliver,
Surely it could not satisfy its hungry growling.



A sliver of PERFECTION!

[ampoule]

Oh you guys! :blush:

I thought for sure I would get teased about the title by all the southerners. ;)

[firefangled]

Oh you guys! :blush:

I thought for sure I would get teased about the title by all the southerners. ;)

You would have had to included an RC Cola for that. :yawnb:

[TheFifthElement]

Moon Pie

Last night I watched the ocean eat the moon,
such a tiny sliver,
Surely it could not satisfy its hungry growling.



Wow! Wow! and more Wow! This is brilliant ampoule, so much said with so few words.

[ampoule]

Lullaby

I watched her standing near the waves, moving with them,
Looking out into the darkness, maybe twinkle twinkle little stars,
or maybe just quiet respect for the deep and the baby whales.
Where are they sleeping Brother John, perhaps wrapped in frothy
sea foam like the crocheted blanket surrounding this mother's
tiny one, who yawns and gives in to the sound of the surf.


**Coming in late one night I went straight out onto my lanai to listen to the waves and standing down below me (I was on the third floor) was a young mother rocking her baby to sleep next to the ocean. It was a beautiful sight. If the dad did not get a picture, I did, in my mind.

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[PrinceMyshkin]

Lovely, just lovely! For just a moment at the beginning it brought up an association with that almost painfully erotic erotic description in Portrait of the Artist of the (very) nubile woman striding into the sea, but of course this has its own sort of tenderness.

[Granny5]

Oh you guys! :blush:

I thought for sure I would get teased about the title by all the southerners. ;)

Moon Pies are serious business here in the south....but it fits your little poem.

[ampoule]

Life Saver

Slowly, carefully, the older couple strode up the beach,
he, a little ahead, looking forward but always glancing back at her,
she, looking down to plant her steps on solid sand,
but sand is not solid when waves come and they took her down,
falling back into the surf, fear at first and then a nervous laugh.
He turned to see her distress and took her hands,
but the sand had her toes and another wave came and a
gentle tug-of-war began.
Should I jump from my third floor lanai to go to their aid,
to put my hands around his waist to give advantage to his side?
The tide was not the enemy, but her knees so new, and the ocean
coaxed her deeper, asking for her trust and patience.
She bobbed there, waiting like some early morning surfer waits for
the big wave, looking back and forth from her husband's face out to
the rolling waters, and then as if the ocean had arms, a wave
lifted her to her feet and into his waiting embrace.
Quickly they moved away from the teasing, lapping waves,
and continued walking, side by side, arms entwined.


**The next day I went in at that same spot and not only lost my balance but very nearly the bottom of my bathing suit! That's probably more information than you want, but it was funny. Yikes! Someone may be writing a poem about me. :blush:

[mazHur]

I will

[PrinceMyshkin]

My God, this is beautiful! Principally the observations themselves but the implied patient eye of the observer. I almost felt the contours of the hotel room behind you as you watched.

[ampoule]

The following Banyan tree was planted in recognition of the 50th anniversary of Christian missionary work in Lahaina on the island of Maui. Imported from India, it stood 8 feet tall and is now over 60 feet high with 12 major trunks. It covers over 200 feet and shades 2/3 of an acre.

http://www.jakubas.com/hawaii2001/assets/images/lah09.jpg

Under the Banyan Tree

This tricky tree growing up and down
and out and over and all around,
today is tent for show in town,

with crafts and art of paradise
captured here for biggie price,
cruise ship people to entice.

I hear the music from the stand,
no mistake, Hawaiian band,
keikis* waiting in the sand,

they are so cute, those hula girls,
smiles flashing, teeth like pearls,
story hands and hippie swirls.

And then my mind goes in the air,
Robinson Crusoe, are you there,
in your treehouse built with care?

A native breaks my reverie
and tells of playing in this tree,
tag and even hide and seek.

The roots and branches entertwine,
I think of grapes upon the vine,
and how the Christians blessed the wine,

the strangler fig that has no end
like parables to comprehend,
a lovely culture on the mend.

*children

[symphony]

ive GOT to be in that place....someday....

[ampoule]

ive GOT to be in that place....someday....

I will be hoping for you. :)

[ampoule]

http://www.maui-angels.com/bookstore.jpg

Old Lahaina Book Emporium

Out of the halcyon breeze stood the Goddess
Of All That Is Beautiful and Ancient,
and she was not happy,
shaking in fact as she spoke to the touring wastrel,
"Who, in their right mind, would spend any amount
of time in a musty place full of old words
when I have provided you with............THIS?",
she said, leaping into the blue air, her long locks
spinning golden sunbeams, her palm-green dress
waving to and fro, feigning a look of horror,
but quickly back with her sweet pink smile, "Well?"
Sheepishly, the guilty girl raised her hand, blushing.
The goddess exclaimed, "You! But why?"
The girl mesmerized the goddess with songs of legends
stacked on shelves and counters, in the aisles,
and if you are very, very quiet, you can hear
the voices reciting, exciting, inviting you in.
Jealous, the goddess looked with suspicion at
the double-decker emporium and the girl went on.
There are stories of you in there, and of your sisters,
enticing us to stow you away, to remember your beauty.
The goddess once again leapt into the sky,
flying away to tell her sisters, and the girl quickly
disappeared into the crowd.


amp, November Nineteenth, TwoThousandSeven

I am the guilty girl. I found this charming bookstore on a side street and went in looking for "Da Jesus Book", the New Testament in Pidgin English. I thought you might find this interesting:

Numba 1 Fo Da Corint Peopo (that would be 1Corinthians), verses 12 and 13.

12 Right now, us guys can see stuff, but ony jalike wit one junk mirror. Hard fo figga wat we see dea. But bumbye, goin be clear. Us guys goin see everyting jalike was right dea in front our face. Right now, I ony know litto bit. But bumbye, I goin undastan everyting, jalike God undastan everyting bout me.
13 So now, get three tings dat stay: We can trus God, an we can know everyting goin come out okay bumbye, an we get love an aloha. From da three tings, da love an aloha kine, dass da main ting, an da bestes way.

[mazHur]

ive GOT to be in that place....someday....

beautiful picture, superb poem. Congrats!


jalike God undastan everyting bout me.

woa god hunderstandeth haverything buut granteth notte wea wanteth ! ;)