Category: Poetry

Poetry · Writing True

The Joy of Summer

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Joy: Taller than happiness, in three and in true spells life flourishes in simple things.

(Originally published on August 14, 2019)

Longer days of the glorious sun

leaning into north

illuminating the earth so bright

bringing clear blue skies alight‘til night.

And on the shore of Lanikai,

two bask in warmth:

Dare to bare—

they’re contemporaries of the golden sand.

The scent of ocean,

the tang of young,

the aroma of mustards and molasses—

In summer breeze,

freedom is found.

Summer is a reminder

of the priceless human warmth;

And true joy

lies in simple things–

Oh, I dare not to be grand.

YouTube/Cecilio & Kapono/Highway in the Sun

Love · Poetry · Writing True

Your Lips

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I am but a love nerd.

Sweeter than candy canes;

Sweeter, richer than chocolates,

Your mauve lips—

None can compare.

I tiptoed crazy thinking of the contour. . .

Oh sweet, sweeter, sweetest, . . .

. . . hmm. . .

I just tasted the earth.

It’s heaven.

YouTube/Rosemary Clooney/There Will Never Be Another You

Poetry · Writing True

A Love’s Adrift

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When love’s adrift
in the dark ocean of uncertainty,
it’s floating against all odds.
And its once cherished dream
would likely be the fatality.

 

 

   
   

 

 

YouTube/You Make it Hard/Kalapana

Faith · Poetry · Sonnet · Writing True

Sonnet: To Thee Who Loves Me Just as Grand

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[The bright side of depression, in my case, is my renewed faith to our Creator. With all honesty, it was during that lowest point of my life, when I fully realized His love, grace, and compassion. That amid the severity of my health battles: I completed my degree, now working for a decent company and out of Rx—I truly feel so blessed. So, to Him be all the glory and praise! But in deep gratitude, I scribbled a sonnet (a little polished this time, having the iambic pentameter of abab cdcd efef gg), and all for this growing agape I have inside. Blessings to you all! Aloha kakou and mahalo nui everybody!]




I am somebody because you love me.
Yes, nobodiness . . . Emily’s business;
But immersed, to love you is my heart’s decree.
Yours is a masterpiece of quaintness.
Enduring, liberating, promising,
Divine, unconditional, eternal—
Yours and yours alone is everlasting!
Yours and yours alone . . . sovereign perpetual!
Perhaps I was at some point nobody.
Perhaps to some ears, . . . a ding, or a pop.
Perchance to some eyes, a blank, a void, Ye.
Perchance to some some, nothing but a dot.
_ But I vowed my head; I clasped my hands.
_ I heard you say you love me just as You’re Grand.

Creative · Love · Poems · Poetry

You I

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A song,

A poem,

A dance,

A picture,

A book,

A story,

A bloom,

A spring,

A summer,



Soft.

Kind.

Tender.

Vivid.

Rich.

True.

Pink.

Glorious.

Magical.


On and on. . .




YouTube/I’ll Never Say Goodbye/Earl Klugh

Poetry

For Christmas’ Sake

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Christmas is
that One magical night;
when the meager Cat turns generous,
and the skeptic Mouse gives in.

For once,
they set aside their differences;

as they peacefully share
the left-over turkey on Christmas eve.

 
 
 

Personal:

Merry Christmas to you, all! May the Yuletide season bring you joy, peace, and love.

 
 
 

Featured Song:

Have Yourselves a Merry Little Christmas

By Lady Antebellum

Courtesy of YouTube

 

Gratitude · Poetry · Writing True

Sense of Gratitude

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Two thumbs-up to Heaven
For each and everyone—
No sweat,
To be a thankful one.

Try put the tiny
On a petri dish to see—
It is just as grand.

List, chino thangs,
Stuffed turkeys, cards,
notes, calls—everything counts!

When hope is on the ground,
Check pulse—
Hear, you are a lucky one!

Because gratitude,
In its truest sense—
Count each and everyone,
And everything–
In hand or not–
Fill in the blanks.

So much blanks.

 
 
 

Related:

Sense of Gratitude

YouTube/Louis Armstrong/What a Wonderful World

Poetry · Writing True

Self, Do I Love Thee

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The many vibrant portraits of God’s face
fill the sky,
reflecting sephias on oceans and seas in broad daylight,
needing no like;
glowing at their brightest in most somber nights–
I cannot ask, why–
Though gazing wet my eyes.

In my Kipling wallet
not even a one-by-one
is there yet. . .
just an Aloha State ID—
you bet. . .
a timid grin then—
I can’t help.
“Stars,”
the nice sistah said.
A nod is a humble yes.
 
 
 
YouTube/The Greatest Love of All/George Benson