Poem: Kuai'an Lay

Kaui’an Lay

Hibiscus flowers around their necks

Fill the air with scents of vanilla 

And orange. Chocolate grows on the backs

Of little trees a bit larger than me.

More rain than anywhere else on this deck

Yet I come away with burns on my feet.

Too warm for frost but they make ice to shuck

And shave with coconut, coffee, pineapple…

So I eat it while I watch Nene ducks

Or pesky parakeets in the sunset

Of Poipu. This is where I will muck

About with a snorkel and watch turtles

Of the sea—swim with one—see exotic

Fish that I’ve only seen at the pet store

Then sit out and burn my feet and my neck

Because sunscreen was missed by my own hand—

Still, burns turn to tans, and rum is schucks

For an evening dinner on the beach

With a fruity drink I drink to my luck

That I’m here where it will never freeze

Instead of home where it seems to stick

To frozen most of the year. No passion 

Fruit, Longon, oranges, coffees an—heck

Paradise doesn’t barter in degrees 

But in February when it’s all muck

I don’t mind a little warm red and red

Dirt, feeling some warm flowers round my neck.

Mahala, Kaua’I, land of chocolate,

Coffee, pineapple, honey, mountain treks

To passionfruit waterfalls and hula

Luau’s in a land where chicken necks

Are regularly risked in crossing roads

And wild boars roam making golf course wrecks.

Perfection isn’t made in tropical breezes

Or arctic freezes but combined in smacks

Of shaved ice flavored however you want.

So we bring home macadamia snacks,

Coffee, chocolate, and rum to recall

Barking Sand beaches, Na Pali trail treks, 

Waterfalls, rainbows, dragons on the bay 

Of Hana lei, and the Lihue back

Puffing the magic of a dragon on

A no-smoking bench, because what the heck?

Everyone needs a getaway to 

Come home and know there is a world to trek,

Beaches and seas to snorkel or just see

While wearing scented flowers ‘round the neck.

February 2023

About This Poem

A Lay is an old French love poem and this is my love poem for Kauai, Hawaii. I play with the idea of a lay, using rhyme like the old French poems did. I also include events and places from Kauai, including Puff the Magic Dragon.

 

Poem: Real or Fake?

 

Real or Fake?

These days you well may wonder what you see,

What you hear, if any of it is real.

Did a student write that paper for me?

Perhaps it was artificial for free.

Or that art hanging up there on the wall,

Was it a person who painted to see?

Have a conversation while in the hall

And who it is you talked to may not be

A person but a computer and all.

We’ve done such a great job of it, you see

That much of what is is artificial

And perhaps there’s no need for you and me

Now that business can be done for free

And no one knows the difference, do you see?

Terza Rima Sonnet

February 2023

About This Poem

The advent of AI (artificial intelligence) is upon us and this is a traditional poem about something that is fairly new in our world. It adds to all the post modern sort of feeling of "What is Truth?" and I wrote a poem about that.

Poem: Kitty Reigns in Full

Kitty Reigns in Full

Napping of an afternoon on the couch

Recovering from a night of mousing

A yawn emitted from that haughty mouth

Breath of rodent, content from carousing

Through the night enjoying sun from the south—

Just a stretch, a movement now returning

To the daytime snooze of full contentment

Of mice populations having made a dent.

Sure, she sharpens claws on the armchair there

And makes it look a sight not fit for house

But we never worry about chewed holes

In the flour sacks or mice droppings where

We don’t want them, because there is no mouse

Anywhere here where kitty reigns in full.

January 2023

About This Poem

I was inspired to write this sonnet because I had read another sonnet about a cat. I don't have a cat anymore, but I have had mice in the house. This poem is just an homage to cats and the relationships people have with their cats. I am definitely a cat person.

 

Poem: Shadow Box with Emily Dickinson's "Banish Air from Air"

Shadow Box with Emily Dickinson’s “Banish Air from Air”

I was just sitting at the counter there

When—Banish Air from Air—he came upon

Me—Divide Light if you dare—But I saw

Fate, oh yes—They’ll meet—it said there to me.

And I knew—While Cubes in a Drop—like sparks

Glinting—Or pellets of Shape—Stop floating

And just then they—Fit—like in a movie

Yet—Films cannot annul—reality

Entire—Odors return whole—when He

I smelled—Force Flame—into my ignition

So felt—And with a Blonde push—felt his voice.

It rushed—Over your impotence—and mine

So that head—Flits steam.—In a rush of strength

I took Him, for that moment, He was mine.

January 2020

About This Poem

This is a shadow box poem using Emily Dickinson’s “Banish Air from Air.” I think it’s both an example of how a poet can influence you and how you can absorb that poem. Of course, this one may be a bit forced, but it seems a little more organic to do that with one of her poems that escapes my full understanding. I was able to force a meaning onto it in almost an act of violence. That certainly is not my style at all, but with this it seemed to work. The pronouns can be switched into an even more forceful meaning that would seem to consume the poem—almost desecrating it, even as it stays completely in tact within my exoskeleton of my own doing. So in the end it maintains, even gains strength for me.

 

Poem: and then what happened

and then what happened

was-

and then 

what happened-

an' then I 

was thinkin' 

that it was

feelin' better.

I was 

feelin' better.

I was just

let alone.

So my mother 

bought me an ice cream

an' I bought myself

an ice cream

and I ate that.

I thought that

would make me

feel better.

I was all

shuup, shuup, shuup, 

you know,

and then,

you know,

just all of a sudden-

an' then

I started feelin'

real

sick.

I just got

this 

terrible feelin'

after I stopped 

eatin'

ice cream,

and what not,

like

Oh shoot!

Oh God!

About This Poem

I wrote this poem in the mid 80s, so it's old. I was given a story to read and I took some of the dialogue and reworked it into this poem. I guess what I'm saying is that ice cream doesn't always make you feel better...  The picture is from Faneuil Hall in Boston (one of the oldest markets in the country) in November of 23.