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Water Mountain
Aloha Poets,
Mountain across the water inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Ice Volcano
Misplaced mythical creative shepherd sway
Magma composition shares the joy of day
In sleek aspiration ice fire systems in place
To shepherd on time her wisdom and grace
Such a bold flight into the bright of day
Penultimate underpinnings ocean rift sway
Trots out now for all the world to see
Eyjafjallajokull floodbug Icelandic debris
In knowledge of role she surely roiled it out
Eruption of impact ice water boiled spout
Supporting characters glacier rushing water
Basaltic to silica a shiny granite daughter
Dismantles glaciers as to share the joy
Lava flow on marshy ground fountains ahoy
Paths less taken between air traffic and farmers
Eyjafjallajokull now the latest of charmers
Ash cloud floats to migrate further east
Eruptions under ice caps new visual feast
Shirks no deadline magma flashes to steam
Eyjafjallajokull on time outburting earth's seam
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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flash fiction
Aloha poets,
Flash fiction from my novel, "The Outpost." Enjoy!
...a nature's heaven...
Florescent mists gather in the distance as parched granite dust clouds from the volcanoes pass silent on the south horizon. Darkness settles.
The tigress rests on the mountain floor, a steamy setting of tropical thickets. Giant ferns dance against the wetness. Koa and Monkey Pod trees stand majestic, hopeful, now host to a silent audience, ghosts of millions of creatures who once lived here.
Suddenly, a presence is sensed in the banyan grove. The tigress discards her sleep as if instantly disrobing. A reddish gaze emerges in her eyes from deep fires. She comes out, an inspired Olympian given one chance to demonstrate her gifts. The focus of a gentle tactician in need. Moon sparkles the jungle floor through patches in the dense canopy. Her raw urge leaves no shadow against this night. Her eyes designed before glamour and gene therapy was ever invented by humans. Her sounds pure. A damp, dark place this, her nature's heaven lay, her only honest place.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
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Kindness Kindles
Aloha Poets,
Kindness kindle inspires today. Enjoy!
Freedom as Love
Real time is a better place to be
Rest assured with personal reality
Exacting places with their time
Expressed in accord alittle rhyme
Life legs up old journey hill and dale
Expressions reflect in from the pale
Choices once made on mountain top
Faces of kindness choose to adopt
Out on the desert whether it be
Or under shelter of solitary tree
Whispers recall travail with banshee
Quiet beach will set some free
Perceptions elude as memories fall
Reactions settle as roars waterfall
Creation of words stumble along
Her facial expression inspires his song
Tasty desire seeks a little more
Events pose as an undone chore
Memories captured seldom hide
Behind faces with personal pride
Incompleteness stands and is counted
Trust never blurs, stays always mounted
Surroundings speak in own native tongue
As journeys pass beyond seasons won
Capture the laugh of a falling leaf's love
Defined by a moment in time's extra glove
Wistful sunsets seize on a sultry daze
Far beyond where a churchyard prays
Slow dow a bit then go a little deep
Listen to oceans awake from a sleep
Backdrops to be seen and felt your way
Still they hear cries from across the bay
Grateful for taking simplicity's turn
Even annoyance can soothe to burn
To learn of self as a desire for good
All animal's legs run as they should
Eventuality stirs but time doesn't care
Only receptions by those who were there
Consensus has ways to stain with salves
Who gauges frames and turns the valves?
Daily routines surely have legs
A time-sensing face never begs
Intuition requires only simple gifts
Environment steadies a spirit to lift
Clarity arrives at the party a little late
Only to find its imperfect inner gate
Acts of kindness can feel really rough
Fear forces the hand to make it tough
Life sometimes makes total sense
Still they heard crying over a fence
Justification enters for all to view
All faces hold strong long on cue
Speaking directly to sources at hand
Inner voice fights dialogues across land
Honest perception brings beauty's dove
Decisive acceptance guides freedom as love
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