Sunset At The Hula Pie Cafe...

an 16, 2006 at 1:25pm

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Post by AquarianM on Jan 16, 2006 at 1:25pm

Sunset At The Hula Pie Cafe...



Sunlight fading down on blue water in a river of fire,
The cruise ship hints at unknown destinations in the future,
Lean on the rail in anticipation.

Soft island music twangs and sings a sweet mood,
Smiles are dancing everywhere like waves on the face of the sea.

A waitress in a floral print skirt with orchids behind her ear appears,
Bearing the star of the afternoon on a colorful plate.

A wedge of macadamia nut ice cream the size of a softball,
Capped with a half inch thick layer of deep dark oreo crust,
Whipped cream frills dotted with shaved dark chocolate,
Swimming in a chocolate syrup sea,
Two spoons and a purple-petaled white orchid on the side.

Sunset at Kimo's in Lahaina,
Hula pie and Hawaiian music with my Sweetheart by the tropical sea.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/16/2006

Firedance At Sunset...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 19, 2006 at 12:26am

Firedance At Sunset...



Badumba baddupboom,
Something from Samoa slipped into Hawaii,
Somewhere in a touristic night,
Badumba baddupboom,
Has made itself part of the island,
Might be found at a luau - remember it's an import.

Badumba baddupboom,

The drums will beat and boom in their time,
The crowd will chant and the palms will sway with the falling Sun,
Badumba baddupboom,
The surf roll across the ocean,
Perhaps some ancient spell.

Badumba baddupboom,

The fire will spin and light the night,
Twirling whirling flickering,
Badumba baddupboom,
You can hear a muted crackling roar,
Mesmerised by something as ancient as Man upon the Earth.

Badumba baddupboom,

Badumba baddupboom,
Watch where those sparks fly,
Badumba baddupboom,
The Chief owns this hour of the night.
Badumba baddupboom,
Badumba baddupboom,

BuddupbuhbadduddabaddupbaBOOM!

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/19/2006

Five Palms Cafe Morning...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 16, 2006 at 11:19pm

Five Palms Cafe Morning...



The breeze gently wafts through the lanai,
Palms sway in eraly sunlight over yellow sands,
White foam rolls over the turquoise in drumbeat waves,
Wahini and kane paddle outriggers past bathers,
We sip Kona coffee and eat orchid petals.

Crab and avocado omelette swims in hollandaise surf,
Pineapple salsa taco salad and guava jam,
Hawaiian toast is sweet.

Aloha to the blue water and sun,
To the soft yellow sands and clouded peaks,
A turtle dove coos begging at my feet.

Mahalo for this rainbow life,
Let us swim in these translucent rolling seas.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/06/2006

Maui's Moon Dancer...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 20, 2006 at 10:20pm

Maui's Moon Dancer...

Aloha from the sky,
She is soft motion in the silvery night,
Dancing over ghostly blue waves,
She wears a star flower twinkling at her ear,
Undulating sea flows fluid as goddess tears.

The rhythm of her breautiful light soothes,
Calls dreamers to fall in love like children,
Washes over the sands of sleep's ocean,
Playing night magic over the sea she dips,
Glides behind Pele's mountain,
Vanishes softly below the sea,
Only her star children are seeded in the fields,
Fields of forever night,
Mohalo sweet lady moonlight.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/05/2006

Author's Comment:
Ulalena review.
Ulalena - Cirque de Sole' style Hawaiian Myths and Legends

Hi-Fi...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 28, 2006 at 12:47am

Hi-Fi...

The dials glow nestled in chrome,
Awaiting the touch of searching fingers,
Just the right tune to bring about epiphany,
The point where you turn up the volume and let the sound wash over you,
Where you can feel the vibrations in your bones,
Crystal clear and that just-so note that sends chills down your spine,
When your feet and body move in time with no need for your mind,
You remember the floor and the moves and the flashing lights,
Polyethelene wheels on hardwood and innocence wanting to end,
Neon lights and soft inviting moving sights,
That place where the whole world is rhythm and beat,
Like a Les Paul in black and gold screaming electric,
A voice that speaks for you and to you,
Still makes your desk chair rattle and sway,
You'll feel that in your soul,
Some songs never let you go,
Just get ecstatic and dance,
Reverberate like a child of a universe,
Pinned to the motion by the perfection of a sharp note,
Until you're left exhilerated and exhausted,
Swaying into that softly fading final note,
Wishing it would never go silent,
That there was no clock and no power button to turn off,
Only the voice of a DJ holding the promise of another dance,
Maybe even another chance,
Like some vinyl disc with a glossy black spiral,
You'll spin again and again,
And thank God you were born in the era of Hi-Fi,
When the greatest collection of musical treasure washes over,
Most every day of your life.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/28/2006

Gecko Dancer In Waterfall...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 29, 2006 at 9:15pm

Gecko Dancer In Waterfall...



Aloha glassy-eyed Chieftain,
Watching the gecko spirit lass dance,
She flows up and down the waterfall,
Aqua and blue-white moving in and out of the mist,
Spinning grace as the birds call,
Behind the rushing roar of water down,
Down the lush green volcano flanks,
Flashing in and out of rainbows,
Appearing and disappearing like magic,
A ghostly form of elemental Earth,
A mesmerizing love of the mystical world,
Laughs a tinkling gecko laugh,
Splashing mist upon your enraptured face.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/06/2006

Author's Comments:
Ulalena review.

A Moment of Glory...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 3, 2006 at 12:48am

A Moment of Glory...

In some place an image resides,
Rarely seeing anything of sunlight,
Faded with dust and covered in old cloth.

The ghost of a cheek brushed fills my mind briefly,
A physical sensation of an act long ago ended,
The barest echo of your scent wishes to fill my nostrils.

How long has it been since the sun shone on your hair,
Or the night in cinnamon sparkling?

When fine wine turns to vinegar,
What is there but to burn a candle in the bottle,
Or perhaps learn to become a vintner?

Love always stays young,
Sadly chained to time that is linear,
Brush off the dust for a moment.

There is always more to cover you.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 02/03/2006

My Vote...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 2, 2006 at 10:58pm

My Vote...

Not delivered cheap,
Nor given while fast asleep,
Involved by duty.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 03/03/2006

Each And Every One...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 3, 2006 at 4:32am

Each And Every One...

A vote is a sacred act,
To be counted and to be part and parcel,
A mystical thing that made this place sing,
Of freedom and representation,
A voice in halls that have fallen silent.

I will not suffer mine to be put in a electronic can,
Whipped and flipped and pulled by black magic out of the wrong hat,
This is no silly cartoon and it isn't the Super bowl,
It's the life we'll lead from now until dust,
And what we have to say of how we treat ourselves - our world - our future.

I will not suffer the pain of slothful ignorance,
Nor yield my voice to sleep in a dream filled with electronic voices,
I will count the actions and watch with eternal vigilance,
I will fight for the right of the learned and the fools,
Let them cast their voice as they see fit.

It must count.

It must be a physical thing, never ephemeral.

No one may dare to interfere or manipulate.

Each and every one - how do you say your future and progeny will be?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 03/03/2006

www.illinoisprogressives.org/pdi/eric.html

The Last Of Monowi...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 21, 2005 at 1:36am

The Last Of Monowi...

The prairie grass returns,
Covering over fallen homes,
Places only ghosts now roam,
Empty houses and broken streets,
The hopes of generations fallen to ruin,
All at the stroke of the globalization pen,
Farms and factories silent and deserted,
Gone back to what it was before we came,
A white-haired stubborn old lady,
The lone inhabitant of a place that's gone,
No future apocalypse,
Nothing you have to wait until 2100 for,
They say we've never abandoned an American city,
That lie is apparent all over the countryside,
The last lady of Monowi can show it to you today.


www.whizzyrds.com/Ghostville.html

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/21/2005

 

Author's Note:

It's pronounced "mon-o-way" according to a gal who used to live there. Monowi was a town in rural Nebraska with only one resident left. It also had or has a small library full of books donated by people from around the world.

What Exactly IS In A Word?

Post by AquarianM on Nov 21, 2005 at 1:00am

What Exactly IS In A Word?

A word is a discussion all by itself,
It holds an image of what it tells,
It's a picture agreed upon by you and me,
It's a contract unspoken we speak every day,
Origins that trace back to the first "what is it,"
"Let's call it this - what do you say?"

In order to understand the nature of this treasure,
We must realize that the universe is built of foundational blocks,
Within or without words shape it because they are the basis,
Given to us by divinity and no other creature we do not teach,
We speak to our God with them whatever name we use,
We often fail to understand that we do not have to address God,
Every word is heard and may result in action from Divinity,
As poets we choose words with care,
Missing the proper understanding perhaps,
Although not necessarily entirely.

Forgive me if it seems presumptuous,
For I know of no other creature,
That speaks to and in front of God,
With every breath or stroke of pen,
As such we poets are more than we know,
We stand closest to this particular gate.

Step through the gate into the parlor,
Read the writing on the walls,
Come back out with an understanding whereof you speak,
Turn - the gate is here:

www.concentric.net/~conure/shinn.shtml

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/20/2005

Vision...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 9, 2005 at 11:19pm

Vision...

Softly the words inside my head,
Spin round as angels come down,
A laughing lilt from Heaven,
A simple gifted miracle under halo's gleaming glow,
Clear sight for the kind seer,
Love is drifted all around,
As pure and clear as the swirling snow,
A world filled with light and love and life,
Gentle prayers float on clouds,
Bathed in Christmas sights.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/10/2005

Six More Coming...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 13, 2005 at 10:18am

Six More Coming...



The weatherman is wearing white tonight,
Casting a white Christmas a bit closer for the child in each of us,
Slow it down a bit tomorrow in that sleek sled,
There might just be reindeer flying by,
Presents in the sleigh time-warped by hushabye falling,
In the quiet night it's falling down all around,
Cocooned in the arms of Winter,
Look all around you with a softer heart,
As your radio plays kinder notes,
Give the gift of love to the world,
Every heart counts,
Even for one day,
One night,
More,
Got six more coming,
Slow time falling,
Tonight.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/13/2005

Unto Every Corner...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 13, 2005 at 10:57pm

The image linked in this piece was part of the Christmas challenge at another poetry board. We were to write whatever the picture inspired us to. This is what I saw in that little place high upon the hill.

Unto Every Corner...



To the small places,
To the far places,
Up the highest snowy mountain,
Below the depths of the deepest darkest sea,
Within the center of the Earth,
Out to the farthest reaches of space and time,
Love touches all of creation.

Symbolized completely in the fading light,
Even to the smallest chapel upon the highest hill,
As Christmas Eve draws in the light in a hush of clouds,
Spreads angels out to all the world,
There is a time in every place,
To embrace the season of Love shared selflessly.

Without the gift of Love not a snowflake could fall,
Not a single tree bough nor peak nor valley,
No void filled without Love's undying light.

Go and tell it upon a mountain,
What this night and this world are for,
A child born knowing this truth spoke it,
Christmas is to remind us all,
It was the birth of the dominion of Love.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/14/2005

Guidance...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 16, 2005 at 12:55pm

Guidance...

I speak now the words of a call for Wisdom,
Let the divine plan of my life be illuminated,
Revealed in its intended splendor,
I now walk the path shone on by Light and Love,
In the footsteps laid before me in perfect ways,
I am granted clarity in peace and harmony,
Walking and speaking always under Grace.

I cast away now all doubt,
All fear has fallen away from my life,
I speak only words of Love and Plenty,
Words of Hope and Healing,
Words of perfect Harmony and Grace.

I now fly to my good as light as a feather,
I leave all burdens and shadows far from me,
Never wavering in Faith and Hope,
I always speak from the Heart of Love.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/16/2005

Flying Mystic...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 20, 2005 at 8:22am

Flying Mystic...

And the Mystic flew through,
The air was cold on high,
Mountains of snow below,
A heart of love for Earth,
Was tucked safe under,
Her blanket of passing,
Stars in the Heavens,
Above twinkling joy,
His smiling lips,
Whispered soft prayers,
Stowed away in,
Sacks of presents loaded,
A red sleigh pulled by,
Reindeer flying by,
Magic and prayers in,
Every child's wrapped,
Gifts on Christmas Eve,
Round the tree we,
Gather to carol of,
Joyous celebration for,
The birth of the King of Love was,
2,005 years ago today,
We remember such light,
Shining upon all the world.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/20/2005

Silent Water Runs Deep:

Post by AquarianM on Mar 8, 2004 at 2:45am

Silent Water Runs Deep:

Deep currents,
Barely felt yet they can carry you away,
Love is the current under all our waters,
Below the view of many it gathers strength,
It's flow sweeping the world with healing draughts,
Beginning to wash over us more each passing day,
The thirst souls have they were too numb to even know,
Now quenched in peace and harmony,
Flowing stronger and stronger for all to see,
We shall swim with it,
The waters no longer silent,
Yet the deepest of all.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/08/2004

Author's Comments:
More and more souls are becoming awake. Thank God for that.

For The Love Of Life...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 17, 2005 at 3:31pm

For The Love Of Life...

I will whisper incessantly of the beautiful things I find,
The alive things and the necessary things and all that holds us up,
I will never remain silent as fools' errands are run,
I will show the glory of Mother Earth in all it's forms,
Be it God or any superior notion that created this,
It was never ours to destroy,
For the love of life I will walk through dreams and nightmares,
I will point my finger to the Moon's tides at night,
I will wash the shores of souls like a rolling wave that never sleeps,
For the greatest gift of life is love,
The Universe would share none without the other,
For the love of life I can never leave you alone,
Until you understand the sacredness of every seed,
Man - raise your intellect to walk hand in hand with that from whence you came,
In walking roughshod over your Mother's unconditional love you spell doom,
In working with in the stead of domination you find Grace,
And only Grace will suffer you to live,
Or have you learned nothing of true efficiency in the struggle to heights,
For the love of life...feel love.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/17/2005

Fields of The Tawny Days...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 19, 2005 at 12:55pm

Fields of The Tawny Days...



Flowing like gold across the field,
Lost in an endless sea of breeze and waving amber,
Life floats upon the sky that seems boundless,
To walk here is to be healed,
To live here is to understand the cycle of life with intricacy,
A season and a season's passing,
Promises of renewal too priceless to forget,
In this vast place called the Heartland,
Here the Mother whispers in her childrens' ears,
Awaiting the embrace both so desperately need.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/19/2005

Seasonal Detail...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 21, 2005 at 4:53pm

Seasonal Detail...



The beauty in the small things is priceless,
An eye close to the world so seldom reviewed,
What falls to the ground un-noticed is of short duration,
A day or two too late and everything changes,
Too early and it's not at your feet,
A world all around you singing a song in color and whistling wind,
Look and listen closely now and again,
In the still small places so few choose to go a universe awaits,
Poems can fall to the ground and become of the Earth,
Leaves upon the human tree and the ground that nourishes,
All around you just waiting for a moment of intention,
Or lost in the lack of attention,
You choose the colors of your own Fall,
Twisting and turning in the breezes of life,
What do you whisper into the winds?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/21/2005