Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
He puts on his tabis, my Grandfather yet the morn is still anew Lima beans and passion fruit glistening with leaves of dew Doves coo about in strutting steps pecking seeds along their way Minding not the sounding hoe his figure they see each day Butterflies flittering about with the chorus of buzzing bees A…
Autumn’s beauty finally comes upon the rolling hills. With fiery reds and golden hues the dying leaves she gilds. She colours the darkness of death from all our eyes to see To fill our hearts and minds with what ought not to be. When her season’s over with a gentle breath she blows Upon the…
Harlot’s hidden eyes diamonds of dew stud her web awaits her patron
The bridegroom awaits the appointed hour only the Heaven’s creator knows. The shofar will sound around the world and the Angels will shout, when the feast of trumpets is nigh. Those asleep beneath will wake and those alive will hear. His bride we are and soon we’ll wed caught up in the air to meet;…
On the emerald Isle of Eire amidst deep blue seas faraway, A band of naughty leprechauns gather on the evenin’ of St. Paddy’s Day. Wearin’ top hats and waistcoats of green with silver buckled belts and shoes, Tight stockin’s instead of breeches they wear in colors of their favorite hues. Naughty eyes wink ‘bove rosy…
Fall’s air settling cold outside swirling Autumn’s leaves around Cirrus clouds in nippy blue from drying cornfields cawing sound. Laughter comes from little ones at a scarecrow’s crooked hat Kinfolk gathering around with hot ciders in hands they chat. Late afternoon shadows long cabin’s door closing behind The hearth’s warm flickering flames embraces like a…
Red rose in her hand petals caressing her cheek eyes close, thoughts of me
Southerly breezes blow waving grasses in a pangola lea Smidgens of purpled perennials in a grassy green sea. Fluffs of cotton white sail the deep blue sky A warming sun upon our skins summer has finally comeby. Clutching brown bag lunches in hand in anxious steps we’d go Down the lea’s meandering trail to a…
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