Aloha Poets,
Valentine Days inspire today's poem. Enjoy!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Valentine Sunset
Aloha Poets,
Valentine sunset inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Escape to a Grand Fate
Decisions emerge in action as words abound
Double doable events to some sure confound
That song you write and play sounds so elephant
I mean elegant is your silent right to remain relevant
Something happened beyond pulses of fray
Surprise moves far from over decide to pray
Tone it down and cross that street off your list
Escape to a grim fate or at least loosen that slim fist
Disregarded guardians deemed not serious at all
After a surprise move bail but before the big fall
Accidental triumphs pick up their pace to commence
Flail between two pictures of fate as complacency comments
Expand the focus to include a select one or two
Scamper to a protective coating beyond that derelict view
Happy occasions emerge free and inescapable
Event planning submerges deep as merely capable
Strong on story told in the language of song's view
Picking up the pace and the pieces is your strong cue
Wrest victory from the jaws of those with shorn claws
Rest bickering come to grips with hems and haws
Emerge from the woods with signs of training lapse
All that action on belts dumped onto tour laps
The first purist wins the purse on this occasion
Yet the race is not done even for some on vacation
Set in motion across a vastness of sink or swim
Place yourself in a grim fate as events roll in
Power couple yourself with that energetic generous pen
Stand time's test then steal away for the best to begin
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Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
SuperBowl Woodstock
Aloha Poets,
Photo of how I looked watching The Who at Woodstock in 1969 and how I looked watching The Who at the 2010 Super Bowl. The best commercial occurred on the field at halftime.
After the longest televised sound check in history (complete with laser show), viewers are enticed to purchase copies of "Woodstock" to see what The Who can really do.
It seems they need to be barraged by rain, mud, darkness, a 4 a.m. curtain call, possible electrocution, revolutionaries grabbing their microphone, and the threat of no pay to put on a good show.
A Famed Festival Aflame
Showing up with all you've got is paramount
With original planners accused of being not up to account
Purchasing power adjusts to its own sweet time
Those guys alone once carried the show on a dime
Who pioneers the spectacle of instrument destruction?
When did fame grow in the opposite direction?
Who are you to bring your famed sound to its knees
Stuck in its own downed traffic and tied up in trees
Super group's blooper was, as super is
Stooping to stupor us to make that Woodstock fizz
Rest assured you rest a starter you lose the edge
Greater numbers than earlier thought there to hedge
Some things change as others stay the same
Like that large crowd who came for the game
Influx of those large muddy roads and fields
Amid the bad weather, sanitation with no shields
Most watched of any kind in the history of TV
Field of play starkly hostile to the peaceful free
Aggression's hostile victory trumps peace and love
Possibilities of disaster never realized in the face of dove
A new energy surrounds them with so much lights and flash
A slower rendition allows them to just take the cash
The lack of violence marks its signature icon
Missed the best festival of all 1969 with all eyes on
Hippies music townspeople and war
Mass gatherings of the like are no more
Cash in on notoriety mistake the concert for a sound check
Moment that changed the history, well what the heck
Laser light to entertain the world's greatest rock band
First responder caught off guard by brain drains in the sand
Witness a laser light show accompanied by the who?
Thunder a situational blunder, then into the Hall of Fame with you
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Island to Island for Haiti
Aloha Poets,
Photo of the site of the Island to Island for Haiti fundraiser this Friday at the Hilton hawaiian Village. Enjoy!
A writer's hint: Your rendition is a little chat between your memory of an event and your imagination. Rendered on a page, the meaning of your images becomes "story."
In Story We Sing
The perfect symbol of rhyme casts me as it wishes
But only in the short time it takes us to do the dishes
Make me a quick believer or just forget about it
And on our little journey don't ask, "Are we there yet?"
That little picture presented is just a ball of putty
Stretching and pulling some makes it a little nutty
"Almost" comes close to "exactly" in point of fact
As quintessential hybrids line up as anointed tract
Get into face, places everyone who dreams
Novelty novelists, once a go it seems
As fuzzy and foggy details come and go
The passion that you see must simmer and glow
Of course those talking points aren't really true
The dialogue was made up so it would flow smooth
You had it going on and then again some
Honest emotion's more than just chewing gum
Feed off that fury make it more than a peep
Or barely enough barley for a gruff old barkeep
A natural order all dusty settles in to bring
The honestly believable in story to sing
Sure stone-faced slugfests may have their way
On accidental draw bridges as you try to cross the bay
Reshape the way it was and jostle for space
Look the fool then risk it all it's written on your face
What someone had said appears later on
Shout yourself out race into the song
The future of yourself lies there on the page
Something of an uptick, a childhood favorite rage
A certain little distance keeps your thoughts at bay
When hostile environments beckon, jump into the fray
Seams of destiny threaded careful and true
Seems destined to carry gingerly stars stare at you
Flip through that thing and refresh your mind
How did that go or get known once upon a time
As intrigue fragments into riddles and a rhyme
Life's a full parade of faces softened by time
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Saturday, February 6, 2010
Island to Island for Haiti
Aloha Poets,
This is the site of Island to Island for Haiti at Hilton Hawaiian Village. Enjoy1
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Flamingo
Aloha Poets,
Flamingo inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Spin Barn Swallow Nation
Let's put it mildly or maybe the lack there of
Singular message focused and direct from above
Goodwill arrives amidst the flow of such things
To pay tribute to try to pivot new meanings of sting
Who out there really needs to know all this stuff
Slamming on the brakes to a slam dunked huff puff
Hybrid messages hide behind well bred tactic
Work a map to find your way out of didactic
Proud announcement offers an ounce of newer joys
Rejoicing in the mandated ritual of skewed voice
Bring in the luck of the draw by strength of four years
Buck a trend try to extend the length of your spears
Spin out to welcome the beautiful and quaint
Gathered and tethered in shiny new coats of paint
A full moon brings the red tide of disappearing ink
Pencil in a spin that ekes out a sink hole of stink
Fail as promised on condition of anonymity
Proud and happy covers the bases and a city
Stand before one and all to issue a thumbs up
Answer the call before you have to listen to a lost pup
Domestic messiah shining to ink the plan
Alleviations of long suffering link hand in hand
Be pleased to announce you will join in consolidation
After a little spin across this barn swallow nation
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Catcher in the Palms
Aloha Poets,
A photo of the site in Hawaii where John Lennon's killer worked as a night security guard in late 1980.
Vitriolic Spigot
Here lies the perfect example that nobody's perfect
Resultant motion unwholeheartedly chirps a burpfest
The art of fanning infantile flames a story's digest
At the heart of planning the mercantile chores we detest
Down at the dock a song boat of yore remains
Plot points to the craft left to weather in the rains
A mind trip of flurry catches its balancing act
So blind the slip, a furry cat's dallying pact
Hit the racks with stories of red carpet on sands
Where Lost folks meet for the last time to shake hands
Ask that man or yourself, "Hey what did I step into?"
The pain at hand is to find the pane of your own little window
Is lexicon and milieu really what story is all about?
Take a Leprechaun and fill you with scream and shout?
A reader to feel a new rush of noise, a wind in the pile
Explore a clue with a few bangs that beg a smile
Give the people another way of staying true with you
Oceanfront footage underlines the blue in the view
The notion of frontage in montage defined anew
Merge in ceremony flash a grin that says, "I knew"
Parcels out there you can find with a water well
The freedom of bittersweet throws your hands to say, "Oh well"
Sure all those folks they know you're a good guy
Yet subsistent sustains prejudice with jaundiced eye
Can those stains of fate rely on total bliss?
And dismiss what is this, his destiny that is?
Think not thoughts of that distant loss of song
Linked hearts let you say what you knew all along
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