All Our Poetry

[Menehune Man]

THE MAP BOOK

Once there was a man
Who had a map book in his hand
Because of pride and arrogance
He would not even take a glance

His life took him down many a road
Through lands of warmth and some of cold
wrong turns here and lost while there
He tried so hard but could not fare

Then one day a good friend said
"Why don't you try the book instead?"
He sheepishly opened it and stared
Oh my God, He really cared

Jesus now is his guide and friend
A true love and friendship without end
Though he still climbs a hill or valley
He won't be caught in a back alley

The man lead his family by the book
They lived like a tree next to the brook
Healthy and fruitful and full of life
What a change from all that strife

When he passed on and was dead
What a great man they all said
He's in heaven now without a doubt
Please join the team and don't miss out

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Menehune Man]

OPPOSITES

Do opposites attract, they say
Me thinks repel as easily

Oh, how to find the common ground
Where both are blessed and peace is found

I want to love wholeheartedly
Not feeling used or left, you see

How can I get my point across
Without me sounding like the boss

Dear God I don't know what to do
Please help me pray and look to you

I need your wisdom and your grace
But most of all your love in place

I hold my marriage very dear
So I'll push on and persevere

I thank you Lord for guiding me
And for my wife your love to see

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[1stwahine]

Lay Me To Rest

The islands call me back
Far across the sea
The place of my birth
Now, death shall I be
To return once again
To the island's beauty.

Lay me to rest
Family, friends abound
No crying, no fuss
Please laugh and yeah, talk out loud
Remember me kindly, please be true
What stood out the most
My NO FEAR ATTITUDE!

So please don't cry
Be happy and joyous for me
It is all I ask
For as you lay me to rest
In my grave to sleep
Till JESUS comes back
I'm already at least FREE!

Upon his return, I look forward
To see you all again...God Bless Thee!

written by Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule

[pzarquon]

There was a young woman from Venus...

What? Oh. Sorry.

There was a sweet lass from Nantucket...

What? Original works? Never mind, then.

[Menehune Man]

MODERATION

I've tried out both extremes
Neither was the answer
want to find what it means
Instead of just a blur

How to live happiness
and feel I've found my place
Rise above all the mess
And not fall on my face

Hope my wife understands
I want to please her too
Need to be who I ams
And can't live in a zoo

Can I please live my life
The way I know I should
Loving man to my wife
And living life for good

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[1stwahine]

Auntie Pupule, That's ME!

So much to say
Yet, so little time
Death at my doorway
But I look fine

My visitors come everynight
Angels of God, to visit
To make me laugh and play
Reassuring me, not to be afraid
When it comes my day

I keep things to myself
Try my best as can be
For when told to others
They say, "she crazy, pupule!"
Eh, I'm just me.

So it's here I express
As I do @ Lynn's Lair.com
Cause here no one judges
Everyone just having fun!

Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule

[Menehune Man]

I AM THANKFUL...

I am thankful to you Lord
For always bringing me through
Your blood for me You have poured
I believed and now feel new

There's that time I should have died
But I felt you hold my hand
Sorry for the times I lied
Or not doing what You planned

Help me to seek You in prayer
And not to shirk my service
To have a heart with true care
And to no longer be nervous

I thank You again, Jesus
Also for living in my heart
No words could ever express
The overflowing of my cart

Author: Jeffry Ruddy

[Pedro]

American flag

A light coated fabric, covered in colorful stripes that seem to run thru,
blaring with stars set at the corner, sparkling in free flow, like a river in the gold of morning light. Taken down before the last rays of Dusk.
to be risen again the following morning.

An enemy that has converted many untamed lands into worlds of cities,
Destroyed Nature's Wild life and Forest to make room for business.
Converted Dirt and fertile soil into paved roads, stretching miles and miles long. Introduced Sickness and Disease unheard of.
Where once Native Tribes and Villages thrived with the animals.
Enslaved and sold black slaves for labour. Ilegally overthrowing an Island Nation and in it became freedom, or was it venom?

This Fabric which cost human lives on the battlefield, and torn famillies apart. Yet in reverence I am silent and thoughtful of my fallen Americans.
This banner I write about allows me to speak and write anything in my mind even if it seems anti-patriotic.

Is it a blessing or a curse? I have rights as man as a citizen of this nation and a duty to protect every being who is or isn't apart of it. So it is a blessing. I am not running for my life from a Military Militia, nor am I afraid. I have a job, a home, a car, food in my belly and most importantly I think, I am at peace.

[Pedro]

The Value Of A Dollar?

Coins jingle, loudly in the purse,
Proudly and handsomely like a decorated ornament.
Not everything inside the small change holder carries so much as worth.
Except for maybe these four American Quarters.
To buy a cold can of Soda from the machine.
And gone it will be except maybe a quarter.
What is the value of a dollar?
If I cannot buy food, or celebrate with it?
If it doesn't last for a little while,
If I cannot hold on to it for a single second,
Before feeling it's warmth and protection slip away from my eager grasp?
Do I disgard it so easily on useless items such as candy and soda?
Oh the days when a dollar didn't come so freely and easily,
and wasn't treated any less.
When blood sweat and tears earned every penny.
and was gladly and gratefully accepted.
Coins jingle, softly in the crowd of thousands and hundred dollars.
In some countries, no doubt poor and desolate,
we'd eat like kings and still have enough for the following day.
What is the dollar bill worth if I cannot fuel up my car?
Buy a round of drinks for the guys after a long day's work.
Why do old men stop to pick a rusted dime lying on the floor,
As if it were more.
When it doesn't contribute to their retirement lining at their door.
And by taking it does it make them any richer than they are now?
Or are they that desperate?
With all these question that flicker in and out I remeber:
One hundred pennies make a dollar
And every dollar adds up to make a hundred or possibly more.
A lesson my Aunty taught me before she passed on
Less I forget the real value of a dollar
It's fotune is useless

[Menehune Man]

"RENT A BOAT"

As I sit here by the docks
Sorting through all my thoughts
I have a want, to explore
But want a steady even more

(This is an old poem that came back to mind)

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Menehune Man]

I'VE HID MY HEART

I'm now forty-two going on three
And feeling a bit off you see
Some would say it's a mid-life crisis
That'd be stating it the nicest

I think the truth of the matter be...
That I've hid my heart far from me
Men were meant to be wild and strong
But when we are we're told we're wrong

Thought the hole in my chest could be filled
Everything I put only spilled
When asking my wife to tag along
She is singing another song

Find the test is the challenge I have
Need proving myself more than salve
I don't know that I have what it takes
So when pressured I get the shakes

I'm not to depend on anyone
Check James Dean, John Wayne or Jason
We are dependant, made us that way
God help me find my heart today

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Buddy2

[Pedro]

D Day

3 million men eager to win the war on oppression.
Held their breaths at bay,
Relieved by the aching weather report.
By luck they skipped a day.
As Nazi's set up their bunker and war machines
A few feet high above the beach in Normandy.

When morning came that tragic day,
Young soldiers not older than teenagers,
Met their fate in the air, water, and on the land.
Driven by small boats filled with platoons.
Upon thousands sped to the shore.
With Skipping hearts filled with adrenaline.
Though none were prepared for the gore.
Nor where they aware of what awaited them at the beach.
When the rampart door lowered.
High-ranking Officers were the first to die.
When bullets soared accurately taking their lives.
While bombs moped up the rest, who survived the mess.
Only the the brave few made it safely to the beach with limbs intact.

Planes Dropped troops above their marks.
While the airborne glided their parachutes,
Thru a hornets nest,
Dodging volcano's of erupting shrapnel,
And skittering bullets.

Who were these brave men who showed valor in the skies.
Who were these brave men who sailed into the deepest part of hell?
Who's future were unheard of.
Who showed no fear and held out to the end.
Who's grave's we honor 60 years since that horrific day on D Day

Peter Littlejohn/June 6, 2005

[Pedro]

Light House

A crack of glimmering light unshielded and unprotected.
Thrusting her oars into the darkening night in hopes of being detected.
Guiding cattle of un-herded boats safely away from the rocky cove.
Lit up like a candle, as tall as a spire in a castle.
Peacefully waiting out the eye of the storm,
cemented and woven into the ground.

By day she rest putting her radiant eye to sleep.
Standing erect high above the world for safekeeping.
Where shallow waves break upon the rocks sweeping away debris.
A wonder to it's testament, she boldly guards her post.
Regarded by most as a scenic route, by night a safety precaution.

Bolts of anger and depression, sadness tension and confusion.
That dwells in the heart of many like lost ships.
Look to the light tower as an answer, and inspiration.
Easing their contention as a distant symbol of hope.
As breaths are taken away.
Saved a stranded boat and touched a heart from going astray.
She did her duty for the day.

Peter/ June 6, 2005

[1stwahine]

Why Do We Grumble?

Why do we grumble?
Is it just our ways?
To make others unhappy
On any given day...

SMILE and be kind
Give a hug, if you could
It doesn't cost any money
LOVE is never misunderstood!

Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule ;)

[Menehune Man]

OF CRUISE SHIPS AND TUG BOATS

Cruise ships are admired and thought beautiful
But they don't make friendships passing out at sea
Seems to be a lonely life, roaming from here to there
Giving others fleeting pleasure while hurting so deeply

Tugboats on the other hand, always working as a team
The needing of each other to get the job done
Causes bonding and ties when sitting at the dock
Even sweaty and dirty they are all one

So why we strive to be as a cruise ship
When it's really the wrong direction
Living and working together you see
Is how to win a "Friend" election

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Pedro]

Poetry Talk.

Let's talk poetry everyone. I know that in the heart of everyone lies a philospher and somewhere in between a poet. I am just trying to get people interested in either posting poetry or writing comments on other people's poetry. But please no trashing each other, it's to build each other up. Ever since my friend Jeff or otherwise buddy2 told me about Hawaiithreads I was hooked. So far only four people have posted replies. Please I am asking for more people to submit their poetry. We want it all good, bad, ugly, and lovely. Poetry is art, and it reflects the way you think, and live. So if anything please respond back. And post which poetry you liked it doesn't matter. Like I said I am not trying to find favorites just trying to get more Poets to come on in.

Peter Littlejohn

[arrakis]

there once was a man from nantucket...

[Menehune Man]

LIFE ON EARTH

Life on earth as I see it
Is living all for one
We started with a big bang
But guess who held the gun

God is the great creator
The maker of it all
So don't forget to thank Him
Next time you make a call

Even Darwin thought again
Is evolution true
No one yet has proven it
So I'll believe God's clue

Everything that's biblical
Has come out as it said
There's a day we'll know for sure
But believe it now instead

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[1stwahine]

Why and God's Protection...

Why am I here?
Why all the pain?
Do I regret having to be INSANE...

It's not of my choosing
It wasn't in my plans
Only he knows...
This GOD of man.

Sometimes I'm angry
Sometimes I weep
My ANGELS, come to visit
All is put in perspective
And then I go back to sleep.

GOD'S protection is always there
His love, his forgiveness
Nothing can compare

Yes, Lord Jesus,
I am ready to go
To be with my loved ones
Who went years before.......

Lynn V. (6/8/05)

[Menehune Man]

JUST TRUSTING...

People fight against growth and change
But holding ourselves down is so strange
Must take our thoughts and rearrange
Saddle that horse and ride the range

Men act so proud and stay the same
Hiding behind fear and our shame
While finding someone else to blame
Violence or boredom is our fame

Then women on the other hand
Just want to control all the land
Seeking security that's bland
Forgetting about what God planned

The truth is life's an adventure
Not easy and sometimes unsure
While satan's follies do allure
Just trusting in God is the cure

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[kimo55]

BUST LUSTING...

I really wish I was back home on da range.
bored with my house, the furniture I'll rearrange.
yer used to the outback; a cactus ain't strange.
I aint a city boy, the desert's a good change.

I want for no riches, nor wealth or fame.
tho I wont buy you a beer, being poor aint to blame.
aint nuttin wrong in being sober, no, have no shame.
Ya hate this poem, you outta hear my singing; it's lame.

I'll be more famous that Rod Mcuen, as planned.
cuz his crap, all have said really is bland.
I will do concerts all over this land.
buxom groupies I'll flaunt on each hand.

I aint never bored, poetry is my cure.
the metre and beauty of the sound's the allure.
This is really quality stuff, tho you look unsure.
No, that ain't me ya smell, I rolled on some SURE.

[kimo55]

...following the dada-istic poetry tradition;



Why? My dog's insurrection...

What's that I hear?
No, it ain't rain.
I think some just put on "Aladdin Sane"

It wasn't my choosin'.
these bellbottom pants
only the dj knows
it's 60's night, man!

Sometimes I'm angry
whenever ya weep.
Ya stain da carpet without uttering a peep
C'mere, angel, for with me you will sleep.

If you're not satisfied, will we see forgiveness?
God's protection is offered, tho I prefer a condom.
Do you prefer it gentle or ya want da roughness?
Ya know, I wear clean underwear, as taught by my Mom
jesus is calling, yes, I'm ready to go.
Whats that cha say? "Go on, get outta here, blow!"

[Menehune Man]

LOOKING WITH LOVE

Any normal occasion
We use a selfish eye
Let's change that situation
Take a deep breath and sigh

Think of what the other sees
And start looking with love
Offer a hand if you please
By taking off that glove

Do you see your family
It's all of us that's here
Change to warmth from the chilly
Let them know that they're dear

The point of life is to share
Not just living for self
Open hearts and show you care
Don't leave it on the shelf

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Pedro]

Hanging Nights

Oh what a night it had been, still feeling it's presence,
Like the cold frosty wind I feel it has left me thin and tired.
It started off fresh and relaxing, jovial and mirthful.
I am back at work resentful but glad it's over.

Beer in my hand slowly going down my throat.
Uplifting and tasteless, soothing and comfortable.
My senses came alive as I began to float.
sitting calmly on my seat, adjacent to the cooler.
In the harbor of my friends boat.
My eye's were blurry and my judment poor.
Hearing noises throbing from the Stereo.
And everyone elses voices.

Started Counting one bottle and lost my count after four.
Than me and my friends counted empty cases with empty bottles.
It started piling up on the floor by two's and three's.
Realizing we drank more than we anticipated.
Woke up the very next morning cold and dry.
Weak and nauseated. I could barily move.

Began where I left off the following day.
Destroying myself with booze
Some day I'll quit I keep telling myself.
As if it were true.
But Wo to me I am back at work, hanging like ice.
Hopefuly I will finish the day.


Peter Littlejohn/ June 13, 2005

[Menehune Man]

LIFE'S A WINDING ROAD...

Life's a winding road
With a great view
Keep your eyes opened
To see what's new

Really not a toad
Just in the stew
How did he offend
She only knew

Back to the abode
With all the crew
Let's try a new trend
The old is through

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Pedro]

Whirlwind

Straight away clashing with bells.
Rotating, thrashing and coming in swells.
Naught a penetration, just an unslaught
That dwells. Sinking, and pulling my body under.
Enveloping and circling my life in the heated furnace of hells.
Where does this whirlwind end I wonder?

What make's a man sail thru Climatic storms
And face the trace of his drowning hate.
Rise above shadows, walk straight where roads twist,
And narrows into dark strange alleys.

Water rises when tension eases.
And crest downward when defenses are shattered
All around me I am battered and sick of it.
I come to my senses, crippled like an old man who lossed his way.
I am not out of the game yet I understand.
I do not fear the lions vicsious bite,
Though I know it could mean death.
I am a man, ready to put this at an end willing to fight.
To me it take's more than simple thrashing and bashing.
to keep me under. My heart and will is stronger,
Than any whirlwind, that can blunder hopes.
I cannot be shackled, tackled and restrained.
I am free, and I yearn to make my dreams happen.
No matter the circumstance.
Someday I'll meet that man who braved the storm.
I know we'll be toe to toe on the same golden road.

Peter Littlejohn
June 20, 2005

[Menehune Man]

SUSPENDED SENTENCE

Got to have motivation
To find the laughter and joy
Giving me inspiration
More than any toy

Where to look and find a muse
Not in a foul kind of way
Don't want to set up a ruse
I just need to play

Remembering the hippies
And what they tried to stand for
That's caring, love and real peace
Losing hurt our core

I have tried the Christian thought
But have found I lost my zest
Feels as though I have been caught
Just can't give my best

Better get back on my knees
Fill my heart with repentance
Forgive me Lord if You please
Suspended sentence

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Buddy2

[jdub]

IRISHMAN IN PARADISE

She left just yesterday,
she's gone and on her way.
I've seen it coming for so long.

i know she never lied,
she's just not satisfied.
She doesn't mean to do me wrong.

I'm an Irishman,
living in paradise.
I can't believe my luck,
I can't believe my eyes.

An when it hits the fan,
I'll be a broken man.
In pieces dying on the floor.

I'll curse the sky above
that I could not do enough
to keep her from walking out the door.

I'm an Irishman,
living in paradise.
I can't believe my luck,
I can't believe my eyes.

I might go out tonight,
I might get in a fight.
I might just drink myself to death.

Another trip to town,
Another bottle down,
Another reason to forget.

I'm an Irishman,
living in paradise.
I can't believe my luck,
I can't believe my eyes.

(new song, June '05)

[Pedro]

Take My Poison Dagger back.

My soul feels like an emtpiless pit.
I hear the breeze Tease me with softness so dear.
I can't forget what I spoken it's robbing me of my dignity.
And filling me with pain,
I will myself not to cry but I feel those dry tears.
Since the last words left my breath like a midnight train
so hateful and resentful.
Now I feel like an emotionlist twit.
Posion Darts were thrown without care.
Without thought just anger and wit.

"Im a goodguy." I tell myself.
Not the son of a Devil, or a merciless sith.
But if the clothes fit I must be one.

Is it to late to be aquited.
And pronounced innocent?
Though my guilt eats away at the core of me.
I must admit I felt good staring you down.
Like the last Butcher in town.
Letting my mouth run vicious like,
A carniverous crocodile.
While I tore you apart bit by bit.
and ended it with three little words "Good For You."
I saw the blood drain from your face,
As if I stabbed you repeatedly with a passionate smile.
I tasted victory, It was all a game.
I maimed you than watched you bleed.
To feed my growing pride and selfless need.

I feel so ashame.
now that I come to realize.
I might not see you again.
Like the ignorant fool, hotty mean and uneccesarily cruel.
I wish to apologize and take back what I did to you.
I learned a very personal lesson "Watch what you say to others"
But my words will never subdue what I said to you.

I am only a human and the one thing,
I can do is learn from my mistake,
And never repeat them.
I take my poison blade back and toss into the gutter.
Hopefully it will swallow every hateful thing it can utter.
And I promise never to attack with it again
I hope you read this and understand I am truely sory.
There was no glory in what I done.

[DaveNSoKona]

I dreamed of a farm in Hawaii Nei
Quit my job as a computer guru
I can tell you I rejoiced that day
Now all my dreams have come true

Now the sun has darkened my face
The chores are many I know-a
But stars at night make my heart race
And I sit and gaze as clouds clime Mauna Loa

The turkey and pigs are pests
Getting service here is a pain
But the sunsets I love to watch when I rest
And I don’t have stress like on the land-main

The little woman says she’s got the fever
And wants to live nearer her kid
Now I am missing Hawaii before I leave-here
To make a marriage work, that’s what I did

me

[Pedro]

That was a choice poem! I really enjoyed it. Of dreams and sacrifice. Thanks.
Sorry I didn't check that Pedro was logged in instead of me - Buddy2's post.

[Pedro]

It's the real Pedro and I enjoyed that poem about love and sacrifice it was cool. I liked everyone's poetry especially the funny one's and the heart felt one's. Keep on writing. I hope everyone get's comfortable writing on this thread, because it's dedicated to poetry. I see new faces and welcome each and everyone, and encourage everyone to write as much as they can. I am that kind of person that write stuff and than after a week or so I end up losing it. At least I know that there is a safe place here on the web where I know it won't get lost and where everyone can read it. Take care and keep writing.

[1stwahine]

Little Things Means Alot!

The smell of a baby
The sounds of birds chirping
Pushing MAMA in the wheelchair
Watching children play
Writing in my blog
I enjoy everyday.

Little thing means alot
No matter what they are
Such joys brings smiles to me
Enjoying on the spot.

Life wasn't always happy
Sometimes it was cruel
But now I know life's lessons
I know the GOLDEN RULE...

Love others as you love yourself
Be kind and not cruel
Share what you have
And good will come to you!

Lynn Vasquez June 25, 2005

[Pedro]

No Title

When you spoke,
Fumes seeped from your mouth and out your ears.
Turning your face red almost bursting in a mushroom cloud.
Drunken from emotion and side effects of the beer.
Feet sank heavily rooted to the ground.
Breathing were in solid heaps and making sound.
Curtailed by confusion madness and aggresion.

Than I shook you from the chambers of despair.
Held you in the vice lock of a bear.
Untill the dragon dispelled his nasty thirst within you.
And clarity took form and nursed you.
Drank to much I sat you down and had a talk.
You poured out your life drama,
I sat patient like a hawk, scoping out the territory,
While listening to your heartache and strife.
After all was said I interjected.
"Put this animosity behind, get up and start over,
aint got nothing to lose,
By hanging on to sorrow ya won't gain a thing but fumes."
You said I know a thousand time's but I wonder if my words went in?
Or were rejected?
In fifteen minutes you were in a deep snooze.
Oh well, I'll saved those words for when you wake up.
No more booze for you.
We won't be drinking again, but your still my friend.

Peter Littlejohn/ 25 June 2005

[Menehune Man]

TRY TO GIVE

Did you hear the one about
The guy that lost his mind
All he did was yell and shout
Couldn't he just unwind

Don't you offer him a beer
It only makes it worse
He needs a friend who'll stay near
And listen to his verse

Try to give a brother's hug
And hope you don't get punched
Pull him out the hole he dug
Help find the truth he hunched

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Buddy2

[Menehune Man]

GOD'S SPECIAL SHOW

Sunset tonight was wonderful
All the colors, starting with blue
The clouds were white, pale and orange
Making the ocean appear so foreign

They faded pink as the sun hit the sea
God's special show for you and for me
The sky went magenta then dark and black
Revealing the stars hiding in back

Out came the moon now for it's turn
There are sparkles all over instead of the burn
Help me remember to give you the raves
Either swimming or floating or surfing Your waves

You show You exist in so many ways
I'll glorify You all of my days
Thank You for life and the beauty of earth
Help me to know what in Your eyes I'm worth

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Menehune Man]

THE MEANING OF LIFE

Laughing and joking with my wife
Truly are the best things in life
Lifts my heart and makes it lighter
Sure feel sorry for the fighter

My friend and I down at the bay
Watch our wives in the water play
Afternoon spent in fellowship
Hoping one day we'll make a trip

Now calmed down and watching sunset
It's times like this we won't forget
There's quiet talk after dinner
Stories of God and a sinner

The meaning of life is from God
It's more than working in the sod
Have to share our lives together
So we see the sunny weather

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Menehune Man]

THINK I TALK TOO MUCH

A thought crossed my mind
It happens all the time
What was it again
I'll try and tell you then

Author: JR

[Pedro]

Hey Buddy. I liked your poem about Sunsets I think it's a cool one. I mean Sunsets are like one of God's most beautiful Show. Take care and I will see you at work.

[Menehune Man]

YOU ARE DARING AND ADVENTUROUS

I'm gonna get a motorcycle
And find a gang riding along
I'm not talking the Hell's Angels type
Just a few buddies to belong

Or maybe become part of the crew
Of that sailboat I saw today
Racing along, working together
I know it was for more than pay

I have tried to find a bunch at church
They're either to busy or tired
Where is all the camaraderie
Just drinking coffee to get wired

God I know we must live by our sweat
But I yearn to be more like You
You are daring and adventurous
And I want to be that way too

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Pedro]

Soulful Eye's

I've seen those hard brown eye's before,
leering back at me from the mirror on my door.
All the days I've seen them change,
From dull and plain, pleasant and amazed,
to sadness and pain,
Deep within the watery pool burried beath
2 Black holes full
Is the stranger I've come to know
Who's seen me grow.

Peter Littlejohn. :)

[Menehune Man]

INSTABILITY

We're having to move
Just don't know where to
Being a renter
Is so hard to do

Living by their whims
The owners I mean
Now where do we go
To find a new scene

Must trust in my God
For He has the plan
Please help me dear Lord
'Cause I'm just a man

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[1stwahine]

My Gentleman

The sparkling stars
Shine once again
The full moon's passion
Lights Oahu's shores
I walk barefoot
In the golden sands
Holding hands
With my gentleman friend.

We just met or so it seems
He not judging me
For past unseen
But look forward together
To the future and what it brings
In bliss and LOVE forever more.

Aunty Lynn aka Auntie Pupule
July 7, 2005

[Menehune Man]

FORGIVENESS

We've all made mistakes
And been sorry of course
To give what it takes
Takes more than remorse
For all of our sakes
Use the "Forgiveness" force
When it's love that we makes
Just go to the source

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Pedro]

Almost got hit.

Just walking down the parkinglot

with row of cars to my left and right.

without thought I didn't notice

being that I was strolling down the center.

I heard wheels screech and come to a halt in plain sight.

My heart jumped, as an automobile almost collided into me.

Inside two old folks smiled blatantly as they rolled down their window.

And than asked me for directions to Waikiki.

I caught my breath and instructed them, with malice in my heart.

Before they left one of em turned to me and said sorry sarcastically.

It's O.K. I thought I hope you get into an accident.

I sat in the office and wrote this poem just to vent some steam.

[Menehune Man]

BEEN A PHARISEE

Been a Pharisee
But don't want to be
Needing to be free
Just stop judging me

Forgive and forget
To release that net
And not break a sweat
For freedom to get

Have a loving heart
I must do my part
Emptying my cart
Knew that from the start

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Menehune Man]

"STUPID"

Have you ever been called stupid
Or thought you were yourself
Is it really so easy
To hurt our mental health

Why point out the negative
In a sarcastic kind of way
If wanting to be helpful
Find a better word to say

Life or death is in our tongue
Just truly how we use it
To build up or tear down
Careful how you choose it

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[jdub]

BOAT FEET

She wakes in the morning, they're with her in bed,
and she's sure she was born with these snakes in her head.
She sings in the shower, she lives by the hour
and now her thoughts turn to the things that were said.

There were people and faces and choices galore
but the voices were calling from the edge of the shore.
She kicked off her shoes and she waltzed on the sand
with the blues in her eyes and the world in her hands.

Under the moon she started to swoon,
and the tears fell down her face;
she took a deep breath and she steadied herself
to join the human race.

Lapping at her feet in waves of delight
was the laughter of her shipmates as they sailed through the night;
with the wind in her hair and stars everywhere,
she stared to the horizon as her spirit took flight.

The sea below was black and she was never turning back,
she had to make the crossing to find what she lacked.
She knew in her heart she would always be fine
but for the longing for the lover she had to leave behind.

Under the moon she started to swoon,
and the tears fell down her face;
she took a deep breath and she steadied herself
to join the human race.

The morning was bashful and it crept in the sky
like the tears in her laughter and the fear in her eyes.
She knew all along she'd have to be strong
to carry her heart across the divide.

Her tired eyes fell shut, the sun fell straight up
and she dreamed of the laughter that had once been enough.
Just before she woke, while sleeping she spoke,
"My heart may be sunken, but not with this boat."

Under the moon she started to swoon,
and the tears fell down her face;
she took a deep breath and she steadied herself
to join the human race.

[Menehune Man]

IT'S MORE THAN JUST RELIGION

See the good that's in the world
And in my brother too
Look past the outer oyster
To find the pearly blue

Tune my heart to Godly things
Changing the whole outlook
It's more than just religion
Don't think that I'm forsook

Through trials I learn patience
I'll accept come what may
I'm now an overcomer
'Cause Jesus is the way

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Menehune Man]

SUMMER FUN

We're splashing in the sea
Or walking hand in hand
That's where I want to be
Like striking up the band

Spending time you and me
Anywhere will be grand
Summer fun with no fee
Enjoy all the island

Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.- Buddy2

[1stwahine]

It's Aloha Friday

It's Aloha Friday!
I like Party
I no can find
Anybody! :(

It's a State Holiday, no work till Monday
Plus, Aloha Friday
Wea Everybody? :confused:

Das ok, if Aloha Friday
Me, no need somebody
I get me, myself and I
Foa Aloha Friday!!!!!! ;)

Auntie Lynn
August 19, 2006 6:50 pm.

[1stwahine]

"What Would It Cost"

What would it cost?
To smile a bit more?
Lend a helping hand
To a stranger at one's door.

What would it cost?
To really show you care?
About the Homeless, The Abused
The children out there?

What would it cost
To simply say, "I do."

It wouldn't cost too much...
To start, just PRAY
The rest will follow through.

Lynn Vasquez August 21, 2006

[Menehune Man]

"THE END"

The end has come
I've had my fun
Now's the time
To say "I'm done."

Wish all the best
To those out there
There's nothing wrong
Don't think I'm square

Found something new
I'm fanatic
Spicy exit
So dramatic

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2
P.S.- Post #300

[kimo55]

don't do it, buddy! ya got too much to live for! and even if not, we don't mind havin' ya around.

[Miulang]

Maybe Buddy2 will resurrect himself in another pink incarnation (just don't wear a white sports coat...you'll die of heat prostration ;) ) somewhere down the long and winding road.

Miulang

[kimo55]

Miu, dat wuz very poetic.

[Miulang]

Miu, dat wuz very poetic.
Hmm...I was aiming more for haiku than iambic pentameter. :)

Miulang

[Menehune Man]

Maybe Buddy2 will resurrect himself in another pink incarnation (just don't wear a white sports coat... ) Miulang

How about as a little brown guy in a malo? :rolleyes:

[Menehune Man]

don't do it, buddy! ya got too much to live for! and even if not, we don't mind havin' ya around.

And thanks for caring, kimo! :o

[lurkah]

How about as a little brown guy in a malo? :rolleyes:
How's this? ;)

[kimo55]

hoh, Lurkah, dass shakaaahhh! where you wen get dat!?

[Miulang]

Whoa...sexy! :)

[lurkah]

hoh, Lurkah, dass shakaaahhh! where you wen get dat!?
Gave da manuela boy one bath. :p

[Menehune Man]

How's this? ;)

That's me! A legend in my own mind. :D

[Menehune Man]

PEOPLE ARE...

People are laughing people are crying
People are living people are dying
Right now today

People are serving people are needing
People are planting people are weeding
Right now today

People are searching people are hiding
People are helping people are chiding
Right now today

Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

[1stwahine]

It Would Have Been Been 30 Years...

Yesterday was...

It passed

Only a remeberence now

Just a day

Of remembering memories

That filled the day and night

Nobody called, not even the kids

Another day gone by

Today, Just another day

If I die, I'll leave everything to my CAT,

If I can find um. (Ok, the the last two verses only jokes)! :p

Auntie Lynn

[Pedro]

-My Good Name-

Yesterday I made a pledge to share my feelings,
With many a words and smeared my good name,
In the soaked dirt of shame.
What good is my name when it's stained?
Through herr hurtful words and shacky voice,
I heard great disdain and panick
In my heart I felt a sudden shock of pain.
The little boy inside of me laughed and chuckled with scornful blame.
I jumped a few spaces in between,
Like some silly kid playing hopskotch blindfolded.
Lastly on the phone I heard her say let's discontinue communication.
Moments of my Eternaty lost in complete silence.
My good name lost it's luster and innocence.
And somehow I closed the door too her world,
Before I got 2 know her as a friend,
In the name of "LOVE"
My good name turned cold and sour in the "END"

Peter Littlejohn/ September 17, 2005

[1stwahine]

LOVE IS STRANGE

He opened the door
I wasn't expecting him
My heart had been broken
So many times by him
The pain, the sorrows
The promises, long gone
Yet, I let him in once again
Will this be for good
Will he change
Or remain the same
He asked me to marry him today
That's a first
We'll go to Las Vegas
LOVE IS STRANGE

[Menehune Man]

I MADE SOME PLANS...

I made some plans the other night
To open my house for prayer
What came to pass was such a sight
You showed me how much You care

I invited twenty people
Not even one of them showed
Just making me feel so feeble
The devil's plan had me snowed

The two children that did arrive
Weren't even invited
They both were lost but now alive
And came to Church excited

I Thank You Jesus from my heart
For sending those girls to me
Please help me filling their God cart
And to share Your love with glee

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

[1stwahine]

I MADE SOME PLANS...

I made some plans the other night
To open my house for prayer
What came to pass was such a sight
You showed me how much You care

I invited twenty people
Not even one of them showed
Just making me feel so feeble
The devil's plan had me snowed

The two children that did arrive
Weren't even invited
They both were lost but now alive
And came to Church excited

I Thank You Jesus from my heart
For sending those girls to me
Please help me filling their God cart
And to share Your love with glee

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

Thanks for sharing...I love poems of GOD , especially of children!
Aunty Lynn

[Pedro]

-Divine Risk-

I jumped out on a limb holding on to hope,
Given into chance, win or lose, come what may.
Without a rope to anchor and support me from falling.
Expecting too be carried I closed my eye's, and let the winds take me.
Like the bird I thought I was.
Instead I descended downward quickly and fell.
Smashed into the rocks underneath and now I'm seething.
"What gave me the idea to give into "RISK"?
"Why was I such a fool?" I ask myself frustrated and hurt.
Looking at my beaten hands, aching body and bruised ego.
I cry out and pout till I'm overwhelmed by a tide of emotion.
None of these thoughts will help me to get back up that great mountain.
"How do I begin too even start over?"
I have no strength or desire to go on, feeling prostrated and week.
I crawl into my lonely shell and put back up my insecure walls.
"God are you watching me? Are you there? Do you Exist?" I mutter a prayer.
--------BLANK-------NO ANSWER--------BLANK
--------BLANK-------NO ANSWER--------BLANK
--------BLANK-------NO ANSWER--------BLANK
I guess not I thought so, silly me.
"GET UP AND TRY IT AGAIN." I hear a voice booming within.
I feel the need to rise surge through me, like a warm hand lifting my soul.
I gather my wits and proceed to face the towering mountain I feared again.

Peter Littlejohn/ Sept 18, 2005

[junebloom]

The world through stained glass of a woman's sigh

Heart races
Fear paces
Insanity hides behind the crevices of the soul

Dreariness is patterned
Longing’s everlasting
Cringing beneath the emptiness of the bitter cold

The call of dreams they do hasten
For procrastination does chasten
And their memories are all like melted snow

They leave without trace
But leave poison and disgrace
Until you’re no longer in control


Pitiful are the cries of the young man
The sighs of the old man
The soul of the beggared man, begging just to be able to be

And I watch all of this through my dark brown windows
Stained with deeper brown whimsical crescendos
That leads to the heartache of my soul that longs set them free
June Bloom R. C. I.

[Menehune Man]

I KNOW THAT I AM FREE

I was free but then I sold it
Though the Pastor taught and told it
Take the map and just unfold it
Thought I had to buy and hold it

There came one day I realized too
I had been living in a zoo
Didn't go where I wanted to
And always seemed to step in poo

Now that my heart is full of thanks
Giving the money from my banks
No longer playing all those pranks
And showing love to those old cranks

And now I know that I am free
Come on over and drink some tea
We'll pray for time of revelry
To strengthen bonds 'tween you and me

Author: Jeffry Ruddy

[Pedro]

-Inspiring Moments-

A small thought awakens in the dark crevice.
As to whence it came, havent a clue.
Our minds not our own, a channelled gate way opens.
we stand in the power of it's radiance.
Cranks are lubricated wheels begin to turn.
Water fills empty voids, for us to bathe in
We soak in our mind's eye diving in head first,
allowing the currents to whisk us to a place,
No one else but us is invited.
What if this......?
What if that......?
How about if I did this.....?
Will it work.....?
Back to the drawing board.
We experiment in our field,
untill we are satisfied with our selves.
We play with ideas like some kid coloring out of the lines,
Mixing colors that don't rhyme, out of sync and out of time.
Music is made, Stories are imagined, dances are created,
Devices and gadgets are invented
And like the wind; cool and inviting it is gone.
And if not acted upon the moment is lost.
The IDEA becomes stale and stagnant.
We must draw upon it while the ideas are fresh and new
Before it become apart of the crowded attic of our mind waisting space.
Going No WHERE!

Sept 29, 2005
Peter Littlejohn

[Menehune Man]

SEE THE SMILE...

Courage without love is tyrany
Love without courage can be a doormat
What am I now currently
I've got to know where it's at

Always striving to find that fine line
To be known as one that cares and shares
While holding on to what's "mine"
And covering all my fares

To live this life with understanding
Giving forgiveness and to live in Grace
Coming for a soft landing
See the smile on her face

Author: Jeffry Ruddy

[GypsyLika]

TRUTH OR DARE


It was truth or dare
Daring a possible fantasy
The truth setting me free
To let go of an image
I placed on a pedastel.
It is truth or dare
A punishment of sorts
Or perhaps a reward
Of painless pleasure
That caresses the soul.

~LRO 6-01-2005

[GypsyLika]

CANCER TREATMENT

When cells become diseased
When the mind begins to doubt
Prayer is my treatment.

When there is no money
When there is no insurance
Prayer is my treatment.

When dreams begin to fade
When the light begins to dim
Prayer is my treatment.

When hope sparkles brightly
When support surrounds me
I know my prayers are answered.

When physical strength is maximized
When the mind knows no weakness
I know my prayers are answered.

When there is gratitude with each breath
When love is unconditional
I know my prayers are answered.

c) LRO 08-25-2005

[Menehune Man]

I GOT A RED CHICKLET

I got a red chicklet
And thought I would cry
Took a look at the post
And sat wondering "Why?"

He had a different opinion
Now that's plain to see
I know who it came from
Though sent anonimously

I sent him a green chicklet
To show that I'm nice
He's now throwing something else
And I'm sure it isn't rice

Author: Menehune Man

[GypsyLika]

I GOT A RED CHICKLET

I got a red chicklet
And thought I would cry
Took a look at the post
And sat wondering "Why?"

He had a different opinion
Now that's plain to see
I know who it came from
Though sent anonimously

I sent him a green chicklet
To show that I'm nice
He's now throwing something else
And I'm sure it isn't rice

Author: Menehune Man


I LOVE IT! You get green gum fo'dat! :D Green smilies too :D

wait wait wait, it said I had to spread more reputation around before I can give it to you. I tawt giving it to you IS spreading it around. I'm so confused. Bumbye den.

[jdub]

Your Cliche

Ride in, Gift horse
burn bridges for a foot in the door;
Count chickens before they hatch,
scratch where it itches with a knife in the back.

You're cliche, I've seen it before
puddles are deeper than this act of yours.

Your beauty is only skin deep,
and you're as ugly as the secrets you keep
what comes around goes around,
there's no free lunches
for the new kid in town.

Your cliche, I've seen it before
puddles are deeper than this act of yours.

(an old one, never performed...there's more, but it's 3am and i'm not gonna rifle through my lyrics)

[jdub]

'Tis Pity

Like father before, I work in the forge
bending steel into weapons of doom.
After a while, it weighs on the smile
like frost on a yesterday bloom.

Tis pity they say
it happens each day, my courduroy on at first light
and after sundown I can always be found
buried under a mountain of pints.

So let it flow barkeep, I'll drink to my fill;
I've yet to forget but by morning I will.
If you know barkeep when God's will be done
Don't wake me, I'll wait for the sun.

My dear mum did struggle in a wet bog-bound hovel
to keep me from ill and from cold.
Her eyes were yet bright, like a light in the night
as she sang me the stories of old.

Tis pity they say
it happens each day, my courduroy on at first light
and after sundown I can always be found
buried under a mountain of pints.

So let it flow barkeep, I'll drink to my fill;
I've yet to forget but by morning I will.
If you know barkeep when God's will be done
Don't wake me, I'll wait for the sun.

I met me a Molly, she fell from her trolley
I asked for her hand before long.
She swore she'd be mine and at first it was fine
But too soon I would find I was wrong.

Tis pity they say
it happens each day, my courduroy on at first light
and after sundown I can always be found
buried under a mountain of pints.

So let it flow barkeep, I'll drink to my fill;
I've yet to forget but by morning I will.
If you know barkeep when God's will be done
Don't wake me, I'll wait for the sun.

(if i already posted this one, sorry)

[Menehune Man]

Both of those were very good Jdub. Lots of meaning. Thanks for posting.

[Menehune Man]

PLEASE

Please let the light of day
Break through this darkest night
Oh how I wish you may
And sure hope you might

If I could I'd even pay
To release the awful fright
Now to find a way
And to clear my sight

I ask you now to stay
Stay and have a bite
Please be my ray
My lovely ray of light

Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

[Lyalo]

Chaos

What is it that I'm searching for...
What is it I desire?
At times I feel scared to the core...
Like I'm drowning in a fire.

Destroying my temple, slowly but surely,
Believing in love so fully and purely.

Yet deep down I know
that to love I must show
my true feelings buried inside.
I know that I must
end these charades...
But it's hard
and at times, I'm very afraid
that love and happiness will always evade me.

Author:
Lyalo - 11/23/05

[Menehune Man]

I KNOW THAT...

I know that we can't bring back the past
And usually wouldn't want to
But time keeps travelling so darn fast
That we've forgotten what to do

There was a time that we tried to change
It was called "The Peace and Love Movement"
Now long ago and it seems too strange
The kids today see no improvement

The scary part that is in the Bible
Is that it leaves us no earthly hope
Our future wars will be more tribal
And everyone is in the scope

Looking forward to Jesus coming
Is one thing that we Christians can do
There's also helping people bumming
And pass around that pot of stew

I know that God won't go back on His Word
But that's no reason to just give up
Take the Good News to where it's not heard
And share His Love, His Light, and His Cup

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

[Menehune Man]

James M. (Zeke) Memorial Poem

Have known this man for twenty-eight years
He truly is my Best Buddy
James has helped me to get past my fears
And to even find life funny

School, working and playing together
We've shared all this and more as friends
Topics ranged from ants to the weather
Of God or silly fashion trends

My friend James had never let me down
And he always came through for me
When I needed to get out of town
He'd say "Go sit under that tree."

Though I'll miss him, I'm really not sad
Because he's in that better place
Only selfishness would make me mad
So I'll just remember his face

James M. 1/28/'60 - 2/27/'06

Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

[Menehune Man]

NOW AT FULL SAIL

My outboard's died
I want to hide
From all the boaters 'round me

Didn't send flares
Not even stares
Hard to believe You found me

You sent a man
With a great plan
And I'm so glad You ground me

Now at full sail
Won't hide my tail
Yes, go ahead and sound me

Author Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.-Menehune Man

[Menehune Man]

Believe I was duped...

Believe I was duped
By what I was told
Really did buy it
But found it was sold

My heart's rearranged
And left feeling cold
All that they wanted
-To get at the gold

The powers that be
In this earthly mold
Have left me feeling
So awfully old

Now where on this earth
To escape the bold
And be a 'real' man
Not follow the fold

I'm not sure, but I think the South Pacific is my best chance.

Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A. Menehune Man

[sin]

I run at night
cool air fills my lungs and the obsidian sky fills my eyes
sweat touches my brow but without the heat that
turns it into a painful reiminder
the road slopes upward and so do I
I run at night
the moon knows my name and knows why I run
he follows me and we run together so I am not
alone
a car passes by and I smile because we are part
of the same fraternity
She calls me in my mind and I want to go there
I still remember her and the flowers I pass seem to
smell of her skin
She is gone and so am I
I run at night

[Menehune Man]

POWER IN PRAYER

One day there was an incident
Which left the boss really bent
Homeward bound in prayer I went
Next morning time, in meetings spent

But because of power in prayer
I survived the lion's lair
The boss and I, now a pair
I hope that way we'll stay and fare

Praying and knowing was the key
God did tame my tongue for me
Wish the future's mine to see
Paying attention to You I'll be

Author: Jeff Ruddy

[Menehune Man]

A Fossil in my own time...

I feel like such a fossil
A fossil in my own time
Don't have a cellphone or debit card
Sure am glad I have a dime

What! I can't call with that
and it's two dollars for the bus
Where'd I take that wrong turn
Watch out 'for I cuss

I no longer have my long hair
Though fantasize I do
Just a simple Hippie man
lost in this blue zoo

Author: Jeff Ruddy

[Menehune Man]

... A BETTER MAN

I want to be a better man
a better man than I am
I told my Mom a story
Of what happened to me at work
she said "Well, you are a hard-ass"
Though said with a loving voice

I guess I don't see much grey
It all seems black or white
I'll have to try and work on that
To let others have their choice
I'll always be opinionated
Now to soften it with compassion

Please help me be a better man
a better man than I've been
I'd like to go down in Your history
Known for more than being a jerk
I've learned alot, now hope I pass
I choose you again if I still have a choice

Author: Jeff Ruddy a.k.a.-Menehune Man

I just wrote this now. A very different style than my usual 4 line rhymadillies. :D

[Menehune Man]

IS THE CHURCH...

Is the "Church" the way to go
Or just praying and being there
There are ones that say they know
I think it's learning how to share

Is it going against the flow
And showing off all our flare
Maybe loading an arrow to bow
Or giving others an evil stare

I think it's keeping ourselves in tow
And showing how much we really care
Not worrying how much we stow
Or whether or not life's fair

Author: Jeffry Ruddy a.k.a.-Menehune Man

[Pedro]

*I wish*

Tired and drunk, I am Home from a long excursion
sweat slick down my fore head and alcohol seeping from my breath
Entering in the Darkness with my cellphone light on, prepared for the incursion
My parents out cold and silent like death except for...

Cutting sounds from my Dad's snore
Intrude my virgin ears in the living room
A small white jack russle races to my scent at the door.
wags her tail and stand on her hind legs not giving me leg room.

Her yoda ears perked up, from her expression she is fresh to break-away
I lift her from the floor and guide her to the chair
She licks my face continously and hands me her slobbery ball to play.
I leash her collar as she jumps for joy, to make it fair
And out I go again to complete my awaited journey for the day.

She sleeps in my lap as I emmerse myself in a book.
In the morning when I wake I find her curled up on my bed
With my entire blanket wrapped around her like a hook
My nights are cold and sleepless and filled with dread
yet she's still my happy friend.

There's holes in the underwares
And sheds of white fur and vomit on the carpet
My mother yelling "Get rid of her" what a nightmare
Meanwhile she's in my room next to me away from the the threat
As my Mom unfolds her anger to the air

I've had the dog for 7 good years
yet I gave her to the humane society
I almost choked on my tears
To see her beg for me determinedly
I had no choice in actuality
I'm moving for good
I wish my mother understood
and took care of her like I know she could
I wish I could've taken my dog with me.
In the next few years I have no idea where I'll be
I wish things could've turned out differently
How I wish I had her back.
I can only wish....

Peter Littlejohn the dyslexic poet.

[kimo55]

i'm all teary eyed, pedro.
but I still hate jack russel terriers.

[Pedro]

i'm all teary eyed, pedro.
but I still hate jack russel terriers.

Kimo you're so funny man.....I can't stop laughing man! hahahahahhaha :D

[Pedro]

*The Sun Will Rise*

The sun will rise again,
To break away thre black skies, while the wind will blow the clouds over,
And in between on some distant shore my friend
Take's a leap into white sweet clover,
Where some one breathes another sighs,
Some one cries another take's a drink to by gone days.
In their own special ways to say good bye and farewell.
Tracing thru their golden memories, recapturing a happy moment to dwell.
Sheltered by warm unconditional love silence permeates,
And from the harbor within a gentle touch alleviate.
all that he has left behind.
The sun will rise again each time.
To break away the black skies, while the wind will blow the clouds over,
And in between on some distant shore my friend
Lies to rest my beloved partner, friend and comrade
Conrado Laoan.

[Pedro]

The Painter

Painted rose in all it's Splendor, Elegance and Poignance
Illustrates the Artist mood without the Fragrance.
Each color she added to the canvas dance,
From the fibers in the brush stroke taking time and Patience.
As the creator swirled her hand in remembrance
To all the the thoughts she fought askew.
Attached by recollected Mental Residue
Etched upon the walls she ever knew.
That broke the mode in which she grew.
Her feelings of solitude and sadness brew.
And bled from her heart to the edge of her fingertips she pressed lightly on.
The hue of Radiant embers came to bond,
Like flesh and Blood forming on a white pond,
The rose proceeded where blankness run-on
Which lonely beauty it's life came from
Whose shade embrace the page,
and cromson majesty like a wild sage
Colored oils impedes thru the age.
And luster that take's center stage
And like the wind will someday fade
A pedal that won't wilt, of lack from the sun's aid
Pain thus felt without touching the thorns blade.
A picture is made, in likeness of the Painters soul and love portrayed.
Her feelings came to rest where the world laid.

Peter Littlejohn the Dyslexic Poet

[Pedro]

A Promise

The sincere gravity of a word verbally pronounced,
Fleeting her lips momentarily for 3 minor seconds
Blurted with chains of command formally announced.
In private, a promise she reconds.
Every breath sized and measured to the ounce.

Believing her voice from the expression thus shown.
An invisible link Uniquely agreed, a bridge is drawn.
As I meditate readying to make the connection known.
I depend upon her actions following it through to truthfylly spawn.
My faith I confide with her, her tardiness I can condone.

At the moment I need her, her pressence is nowhere to be found.
Befuddled and displeased, the nerve in my head burst with fustration.
Blatantly my hopes she carry out the task astound.
To forgive Divine, but oooooh... the sensation.
What happen to her promise?

Peter Littlejohn the Dyslexic Poet.

[Pedro]

Phalsetto

Leaning upon their foldable medal seats,
Composed in their light happy thoughts,
One strums softly on the strings, tapping his feet.
The others stare in wonder letting the chords pull the lot.

Enjoying each others good company in the evening.
A harmonic voice rings into being adding to the uplifting serenade.
Wind swept passion opens the harbor in a delightful spring.
To the boyish yoddle riding upon the tide, like a rare jade.

Sorrow and depth emanating with in the very pit of his soul.
Singing the chorus with such complexion pouring out his raw emotion.
Hitting each straining note in perfect time and succession reaching the highs and the low.
Like a whisper in the dark skimming upon the rift of the instrument and the ocean.

A ripple sweltering between the high octave melodious tunes
The nerves of his throat vibrate with in the heart of his audience.
His soulful pitch resonates and communes.
As he finishes his upward song in silent suspense.

Peter Littlejohn the Dyslexic Poet. :D

[Pedro]

New Beginings

I have often wondered why ,
Dreams don't work out the way they're suppose to,
Even when my Mother pulled me aside to set reasons why.
I listened to her fostering words as she wiped her teary eye's with a tissue,

No beating around the bushes she blurted in a single rush,
In a solemn tone without the fancy lulabyes or cheery expressions
Turning some of my feeble hopes into mush.
As fate would have it, it sounded like a confesion.

"I am sorry you can't have what you want so bad"
"I know how much you truely want it but I can't give it to you."
I've made some bad decisions in my life and I know you feel sad."
"I promise you one day my son, you will have it," heaven only knew.

Looking towards the past I was 3 feet shorter.
My only wayward dream: to visit Disney Land.
Miles away a body of ocean to charter.
My youthful eyes never did make it to that fantasy land

I regret not being able to have that experience.
Now that I have grown in height and maturity.
I'd feel out of place if I made a sudden appearance.
A giant walking among children, who probably never heard of the word poverty.

Who am I to judge them off the bat.
They're just kids living a dream I never had,
But somehow I understand what my Mom said when we had that chat.
"I've made some bad decisions in my life I know you feel sad."

Sadness is apart of what I felt but it's time I take a chance,
And start a new beginings and leave the past to rest.
I'll take my own kids one day to Disneyland to see them dance.
With Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck leaving the wondering to those crazy philosphers and scientist.

Peter Littlejohn the Dyslexic Poet :D

[Pedro]

Independence Day Past

Shells errupted into the purple blanket of space.
Like comets streaking upwards into the Open Darknes.
Bursting above the Iron gates that kept us out, and up over the Airfield Base
We sat and stared like awe-struck little boys and girls enraptured by the magic and beauty that held our imaginations captive, nonetheless.
Boom! Sparks shattered into tiny sprays from the heart-pounding explosions
I held my breath as the fountain of disarayed colors formulated pictures on the evening canvas of cherries, planets and smiley faces lighting up the sky before it's surrendered implosions.
We were all gathered around sipping our drinks sharing our dreams.
For what I beleive was our final 4th of July Show.
Most of us from the group were fresh out of high school working out our schemes, not knowing where the winds would blow.
Our spirits lost in every gut wrenching, sound and destructive radiant beams.
Our hearts trumpeting the star-spangled banner, our eye's a glow.
Recapturing our fading childhood themes.
Knowing our decisions weren't in our parents hands but was now ours to play.
We toasted to our Liberation and celebrated our Indendence.
In what seems only ages ago.
I remember it as if it were yesterday.
Peter Littljejohn The dyslexic Poet :D

[Pedro]

In Her Blood

She grabs your attention with her winning smile,
The movement of her rose bud lips and the dimples on her cheek.
Her glittery eye's makes you beleive she can carry you for a mile.
She move's her arms as graceful as a dancer, confident but meek.

She speaks her lines in such perfect diction
With an attitude, and Character she developed, over time, that feels natural and wholesome.
As if her playful words held innocence and conviction
Pulling the audience out of their stupar, at her heels they succomb.

Savory tears that spill from the center of her oculus.
Challenges the sun to shine a little brighter making cry babies out of men and women.
Simpering like wailing animals, for her fictitious pain, suffering and disgust. Flaming the pyre of our emotions to the extent of her abilities but then.

She flitters into sudden motion reaching for the star.
Giving chase to stark tall Moutains and distant worlds.
Who could imagine she'd go so far.
It's in her blood, her genes were written and twirled into performance arts.
She grabs your attention with her winning smile.

Peter Littlejohn The Dyslexic Poet. :D

[Pedro]

The Message

Her heart beat strong, beat true till the very end.
Struggling for everybreath, left in her lungs, and every ounce of blood in her veigns.
The locomotive engine, emmiting fire gave out it's flaming intend
Towards clear lavender skies her spirit Departed without strain.

Entering the void of light, she whispered her firm compassionate words.
reflected on the spectrum of bright golden embers
She looked back towards the gateway of life two thirds,
Of the way down at her home and the ones she so dearly loves and remembers.

While they slept warm and comfortable in their beds not knowing.
She sang her lamenting lulubies for when they woke.
She had passed in the hour bestowing
her affectionate and fond presence upon them before the light broke.

Upon the weary that she was in peace.
To her newborn babe she craddled in her strong protective arms,
and kissed her tenderly on the cheeks
"I'll be with you in your good times and bad, to celebrate your happy moments and pick you up when your down. I'll be there walking you down the isle in marriage when you transform into the woman you want to be."

She layed her babe down and beamed down at everyone else
With her big friendly brown eye's and her generous smile and giggled, "You'll be alright"
She set her sail upon the ocean swell.
Out past the green pasture of waves and continued her wayward journey to the light.

In loving memory to June Aipopo
Peter Littlejohn The Dyslexic Poet :D

[Pedro]

Speak to me.

So you're on your merry way, now that dust has settled and the dawn is near. Speak to me why don't you, tell me where you'll most certainly be headed. Do you know where your strong wondering legs, so unsettled
With an itch to travel a land not seen, an ocean not swam, a Mountain not climbed, filled with unleaded yearnings so eagerly wish to venture?
You think you do, but that's okay you're following your heart I understand.
Dance with me for amoment forget about your plans you've made for a second.
And let your weary aching mind of adventure rest.
But speak to me for a minute and tell me what's bothering you as I extend,
My warm invitation in your lap, don't sweat the small stuff, don't worry, don't be shy.
Whatever it is by gones are by gones, it's time you move on, for now close your heavy lidded eye's and let me guide you across the vast bluff.
Tonight you share a seat in uprise.
Treck slowly, treck ever so slowly feel my scared stained gentle hands,
Grip your smoothe light feathery fingers like a dandelion I could blow you away like a loose strand from it's delicate pedals, and the perfume linger from the beauty that's left behind.
Every inch of the way I'll lead you to the center of the green trampled ground. This is your hour your time time to shine anew, before you put on your leathery shoes and start the mileage you wish to pursue, than you can go on your also merry way. And dream your dreams, live day by day, live it to the fullest,
My very friend godspeed in your journey, I hope you discover what you're looking for. Speak to me all about it when you return.
Peter Littlejohn the Dyslexic Poet :D

[Pedro]

Chained Link Fence

Crusty fingers with dirt burried under my nails,
Cuts and scrapes, and opened wounds, covered in sweat
After many trials of climbing up the monkey pod tree
Not being able to scale the side of the elongated trunk,
To have a peak above the hedges.
Sitting in the mound of dirt, I'd watch and stare through the diamond rings of the chained link fence, Panning the edge of my perspective at the over grown grass blocking my veiw. Imagining what lay before the gate.
Mountains puffing up arching overhead, on the other side like big jagged teeth poking the clouds and stealing the sunsets from me.
I remember casting rocks out as far as I could throw it just, to see if I could hit it, cracking and shattering glass of homes and churches down bellow in the valley. Haunting me for my errors, as the pastor spoke to everyone except me as I hid, but no one knew.
Gazing at the worn metal structure impeding my way I recall tragically staring through the rusty peep holes with my grief stricken friend at the helicopter hovering down the mountainsid, not knowing it was his brother they were rescueing from the turbulant waters, who past away shortly after.
Now that I am leaving, I wonder if the fence will hold up the fort, while I am away.

Peter Littlejohn The dyslexic Poet :D

[Pedro]

The Same Men

I felt the strong iron grip of his hands,
as it sheltered my own in it's claw's
The balled tips of his calloused fingers, rough and leathery,
Trace delicately the grooves of my knuckles as he shook it for a brief second.

He presented to me a Big fishook made out of bone,
Dazzling with the light, the ivory sparkled like a gem.
Pulsing in the crook of my palm, I enfolded my skin around it.
Feeling the Contour lines, bend and fold under my flesh.
Twirling my index around the braided dried end.

He bellowed with a deep hearty laugh "It belongs on your neck."
He clapped me playfully on the chest and smiled
I felt all his hard work mend it's way into the fabric of my soul,
Like metal and heat being forged

The way my grandpa use to carve and chisel artwrok on a scrap of unused rubble, than give it away. After an ardous day of feeding the animals, watering the plants, cleaning the yard, digging a ditch for the next fiesta, and lifting heavy rocks from their shallow graves, but still finding time to do things with his hands. These 2 men shadow each other, and were one in the same, their hands are what make them special, and their Aloha Spirit.
"Hows that, pretty good eh? I made it for you."
Peter Littlejohn The Dyslexic Poet

[Pedro]

Passionate sun.

I bathe in the sun's direct light,
feeling it's turbulant rays settle it's warmth.
into the pours of my skin.
Shedding the outer layer, which was night,
melting the sinew in my bones.
Awaking the very fiber of my flesh and soul.
I feel the roots in the sole of my shoes about to branch forth

As cars make their way across the parkinglot.
leaving me their fumes of hot air and grumpy cries.
for extra space to park their heavy load.
Me and my coworker share a seat on the Security cart.
Half in the shadow exposed to the heat waves.

Revealing what lurks in the closet of our brains.
Hidden under layer of tissue blanketed by our insecurity,
by our open conversation,
and mossy turn around.
We discovery ourselves and forgive the past.
Taking comfort in our dreams,
Looking foward to another path,
Before we part, and one of us goes to check the buildings.
Under the eve of the passionate sun beams.

Peter Littlejohn the dyslexic poet :D

[Menehune Man]

Wow Pedro... I'm really enjoying all your poetry. Touching stuff my friend.

[Pedro]

My First Tattoo

His warm steady masculine fingers stretch the the fiber of my leathery flesh,
like a surgeon, peeling away the layer of dry skin, masaging the muscles,
lubricating it before the ink injection. I melt with the lull of his firm grip.
Turning his weapon on, the gun rattled to life, like an old car starting up,
tearing away at the air with it's piercing mandibles spitting black residew as it hissed.

He injected its fangs into me. I shuddered contorting with force keeping my body as still as possible feeling the needle impaling my arm, as it chissled at my pores making new wounds, drawing blood like a vampire, digging deep thru every rough layer, like a drill.

I close my eye's feeling every hair splitting second of it's teeth bite into me, as I wince and make silent cries, not giving into the mind bending horror. I am forced into the deepest part of my mind, where the warrior resides, staring me down coldly in the eye. In the shadows we meet again on some distant plane, and interlock nerve for nerve steal for steal. All the while keeping my balance trying not to give in or break, giving no quarter.

I know the screaming sound of agony, like the force of a storm shaking the river of my tranqulity the yelling of a pregnant mother giving birth. As stabbing flash of colors explode in my head, I try in vain to keep my sanity together.

After hours of grunts and deep breaths, taunted by the heavy light and the buzzing sound, I hold my ground till the design is finished. Waking from what seems like a bitter nightmare, I feel the black pattern sealed on my limbs, sewed and threaded on the canvas of my skin. The warrior bids me fairwell and leaves my domain, and I am born a new, knowing one day I will see him again. For now I've earned my new fond stripes.

Peter Littlejohn The Dyslexic Poet :D

[Pedro]

Summer Fair Ye Well

The conversation we had every hour we spent,
Stolen on brisk, fleeting precious moments,
Eclipsed by the coming of the dawn.
Captured in the unrelenting regal star.

We yeild to smile and hail the golden hues of the sun,
Her crescent moon smile, widens a little more.
And I can see the broad look in her jet cool eye's.
Betwixt by the amber light sparkle, amongh the fields of green and brown.
There's a hollowness, and an emptiness with the lack of sleep.

In the liquid pools of her oculous an untamed,
Wildness to run far away from the battlements exist.
Who've seen to many and experienced it all.
She wilts her woes and sheds her peddles.
I fed her frail roots water,
And she soaked up all the delicous sap.
Turning her head she laughed and wet my cheek with a warm freindly kiss.

What a tropical heat we escaped under 3 fledging months of humid conditions.
God had blessed me well, with a paradise of clear balmy skies, good weather and a good friend to share it with. I long for the season of fall.
Summer Fair Ye Well.

I dedicate this to my co-worker,
Peter Littlejohn The Dyslexic Poet :D

[Pedro]

Music Story Teller

He told a story without illustration or words
With bits of wood and metal and nylon strings
His fingers like a jumping flea slid up and down the frets
Strumming each chord in short waves
Bleeding his raw tune's into the open atmosphere.

Starting his tale off, in a soft moaning pitch, like a whales humming call
Opening a tide to another dimension I feel the song transporting me there,
Like the force of a gentle breeze, he took me back.
Too the beach in Waimanalo, where I learned how to swim,
Watching my grandpa and my Uncles dive.

Picking up the tempo arching the heavenly melody gently up the slope,
He captured my heart, as I recalled my first true love,
And how happy I felt lost in her beauty, being with her and all the happy moments shared. To our untimely break-up and how devastated I was, and how I swore I could never love another again, even though I was so young.

Combining both licks and interlacing it like the weave of colors from the sun,
As free as the water, I felt a tingle in my chest, and my legs began to move.
Finishing the flow on his instrument, he carried my soul on the tip of his fingers,
And told the world his story thru his music and through it I saw the reflection of myself, Feeling ever emotion vibrate within. The musician began another song of moving enchantment. The crowd was silent.

Peter Littlejohn They Dyslexic Poet :D

[Menehune Man]

I wrote this when Mrs. Menehune and I first got together 15 years ago...

I AM BOLD...

I am bold and I am shy
Different facets of the same guy
You're made of gold and like the sky
We shouldn't be afraid to cry
Lovers to be, I'll try

Author: Jeff Ruddy a.k.a.-Menehune Man

[Pedro]

I wrote this when Mrs. Menehune and I first got together 15 years ago...

I AM BOLD...

I am bold and I am shy
Different facets of the same guy
You're made of gold and like the sky
We shouldn't be afraid to cry
Lovers to be, I'll try

Author: Jeff Ruddy a.k.a.-Menehune Man


MM that was Sweet almost cried. Way To Go MM!!

[Menehune Man]

Hiya Pedro... sure do miss you
If you were here...I would kiss you.

HaHaHaHaHa! :D

[Pedro]

Hiya Pedro... sure do miss you
If you were here...I would kiss you.

HaHaHaHaHa! :D


Err ummm thanks.... :D

[nachodaddy]

Right back atcha'. :)

MC REN verse, or verse 2. A homage to a wave pool in Arizona complete with actual quotes.

Straight outta Compton, another crazy @ss haole
My name’s Rick Kane, yo, my girl adores me
I'm a poor @ss surfer and you know this
But the wave pool at home don't show this
But I don't give a ***, I’ll sweep the floor
Trippin’ with Chandler, is not really a chore
I’m hungry, the definition is 'mackin'
And when there’s keeblers involved it's called 'snackin'
No one listens to the Turtle
You JOJ or FOB, now that’s the hurdle
So if you get mad about the rides he had
I hear he break his stick he shred so bad
You'll probably get mad, so I’ll write you a letter
Here on the North Shore we treat friends mo betta'
Next time, don’t hide your sh!t under a tree
You so Haole, you dont even know you're haole
Da Hui controls the automatic
For any dumb M/F who wants to start static
Pickin’ coral off your back cuz like a rusty knife
SCRUB IT KOOK, you scar fo’ life
I can help with your logo and that's a thought
You think Chandler teach me to big wave surf ? Not!
To the locals, I’m the M/F’in villain
Make a big drop, in the tube, I be chillin
Time slows without a clue
Put a pig in that dog then your @ss is through
Look, you may not like my beats
But, Laird, why did you have to be a B!tch and pull my leash….
Straight outta Compton...

No Manoa on this one so put that stalking stuff back in your pants. This is actually pretty easy for me to do. Here is a hint. Spent one year in college with a black roomie from Oakland. College was my ticket into the real world, being raised as a beach rat. I wanted out of that scene bad, everyone I knew was dying, hooked on drugs or getting thrown in jail. I traded roomies yearly just so I could learn as much as could about people.

It was pretty cool culturally, learned a lot of things. OE 40's in a paper bag, sardines on crackers, going to sleep with Farrakhan tapes, and rapping all night to Run DMC and Public Enemy.

I am a little rusty with the riddims, it was over 20 years ago and as Maddie referenced in another thread, Eminem has taken rap to a whole nuther level.

As Donkey said, people are like onions, with layers. Here is another layer, and I could give a sh!t who knows about it.......

Hawks in 3, 2, 1........... Enjoy :)

[Pedro]

Interesting besides all the uneccesay cussing, but poetry is free as I tell everyone, and it is. I couldn't quite make out as to what you were saying and what you were trying to get across, and to whom you were expressing it too, or were you shouting too the white folks? If so by all means I understand your point being that I am here in Utah where some of the people here are plain mean and rude and racist as hell, but after walking four miles home from a bus stop in the pouring rain with nothing to shelter me except my poor excuse for an umbrella which was shrivelled up and dismantled by the onslaught of the wind, guess who picked me up yep them white folks you were rapping about, and I didn't even know them. I thought that was cool, of them they dropped me off at my home, in a way it changed my perspective on them a little

As for the education part I totally understand what you mean about changing your life style getting out of Hawaii and finding a better life. That's all for now but keep on posting some more of your stuff and just if you think I was critizing your work, just think of it as some one feeling your flow and asking you what the vibe was about, nothing to get upset about. In the long run you have to know what the vibe is about in order to have the flow well for others. Bye for now :D

[nachodaddy]

Interesting besides all the uneccesay cussing, but poetry is free as I tell everyone, and it is. I couldn't quite make out as to what you were saying and what you were trying to get across, and to whom you were expressing it too, or were you shouting too the white folks? If so by all means I understand your point being that I am here in Utah where some of the people here are plain mean and rude and racist as hell, but after walking four miles home from a bus stop in the pouring rain with nothing to shelter me except my poor excuse for an umbrella which was shrivelled up and dismantled by the onslaught of the wind, guess who picked me up yep them white folks you were rapping about, and I didn't even know them. I thought that was cool, of them they dropped me off at my home, in a way it changed my perspective on them a little

As for the education part I totally understand what you mean about changing your life style getting out of Hawaii and finding a better life. That's all for now but keep on posting some more of your stuff and just if you think I was critizing your work, just think of it as some one feeling your flow and asking you what the vibe was about, nothing to get upset about. In the long run you have to know what the vibe is about in order to have the flow well for others. Bye for now :D

I knew this would happen. This was a continuation from another post that got moved to here. See "Is HawaiiThreads.com too mean?" for the first part.

This is simply a rhyme over an old school gangster rap song. The pattern is virtually identical to the original (which I wanted to replicate). It is not original. Me incorporating snippets from the movie "North Shore" is.

I toned down the language a lot, check out the original if you don't believe me. Could not take it all out, would have lost the vibe, but could eliminate a lot.

No hatin' on whitey implied at all (just Rick Kane trippin' through the North Shore) but if one is to incorporate NWA, I guess it is part of it's DNA. Never really thought about it until you pointed it out. Very interesting. Thank You.

[Menehune Man]

SEE THE SMILE...

Courage without love is tyranny
Love without courage can be a doormat
What am I now currently
I've got to know where it's at

Always striving to find that fine line
To be known as one who shares and cares
While holding on to that, that's mine
And covering all my fares

To live this life with understanding
Giving forgiveness and to live in Grace
Coming in for a soft landing
I see the smile on her face

Author: Jeff Ruddy

[Menehune Man]

Prince Charming The Dragon Slayer

When every man was just a boy
Our dreams were of more than a toy
Prince Charming The Dragon Slayer
Hero, not just any player

Of this and more it seemed was true
and then one day out of the blue
We realized we missed the mark
Then sat down and cried in the dark

We had become beaten or bored
Many suggestions hadn't scored
We then yelled "Where's the adventure?!"
as we all searched for the cure

We're trying to live respected lives
To understand rules and our wives
Life is for living, don't you say
and all we've got is just today

Author: Jeff Ruddy aka.-Menehune Man

[Menehune Man]

LIFE WITH HER

Of all the creatures that there be
Women are most heavenly

True, we men are rugged sorts
Wanting women who are sports

But life with her sure is grand
I want to please her all I can

Follow me where I go
God's provision we will know

I will love you and take care
Respect for me is only fair

As we live and grow old
Our love will deepen, I am told

Then one day when we depart
We will take eachother's heart

I will see you over there
All of time we then shall share

Author: Jeff Ruddy

[Pedro]

The Veteran

How off it seemed that he was so opinionated,
Loud an unbarring at time’s, but stern and robust.
Every part of him wrinkled with age and Solid to the bone with time.
Always had something to fret over with well hidden meaning.
But on Sundays he’d say “I’ll pray for you.” Which was kindly given.
Virtually he was set in his ways before I was born.

When September 11, struck he was quick to pin the military emblem to his security Uniform and hum the national anthem, even when there was no need. His eye’s shifted back into their socket turning into the Soldier face from way back when; hard and ready to attack at any given second. Staring to the heavens beyond he claimed “There going to call me back, you watch.” There were a few good laughs that day but he believed it down to the core when no one else did.

He was a veteran of World War II as he briefly mentioned time and again.
Retelling his harsh tragic stories. Personally I knew deep down his wound must’ve grew as the golden years of his youth past. The Soldier boy who marched off into battle
Returning home where others from his platoon hadn’t who died viciously on the field as young boys not even a hair past their prime or near it. I could imagine heart ache and Lost had festered inside and outside a stern and loving man endured

Changing him profoundly into a stronger person, a proud father a compassionate Husband. Sadly I must say this Veteran I speak of has passed at a ripe tender age, taken in an instant. Blessed to have come so far, live so long and accomplish so much with the fruit of his labor. He has gone to see his slain comrades, he is amongst the fallen.
I dare say he is at peace. The Country has lost a great man to have bled red for the American flag.

Tonight I drink to his memories, tonight I salute this veteran this man we all know in our heart of hearts. God bless you and your family Al Medeiros It was most certainly a pleasure and an Honor to have known you all these years

[Menehune Man]

HALLOWEEN

Know Halloween is a pagan rite
Where all the demons come out at night
We're protected by our God above
So there are Christians out showing love

To all the churches doing the work
Gathering the children is a perk
By being a Jesus in the crowd
We touch hearts and see them wowed

Knowing that God can turn bad to good
Is the true reason why Jesus stood
Let's make use of the chances we get
By using Halloween as a net

Author: Jeff Ruddy

[Got2HaVKaYaNoW]

The Worst Day of My Life

Its 5:30p, I await his smiling face,
hes probably in traffic trying to fight the race,
Dinners ready, nice and hot,
his favorite spagetti, always hits the spot!

Its 5:45p, he's a little late,
no big deal, no need to be irrate.
Oh well, dinners still warm,
the aroma's, making the keiki swarm.

Its 6:00p, I'll give him a call,
no answer, not even a ring, nothing at all.
"Hi, hunny, hope you're okay,
dinners ready", my message would say.

Its 6:15p, oh well, lets eat,
everyone digs in, except me.
Is he ok?, Is he hurt?, Was there an accident?
"Call home" was the text message I sent.

Its 6:30p, still no call,
This isn't like him, no- not at all!
I'll call again, the phones on the shelf,
Why am I worried?, "he's fine", I say to myself.

Its 7:00p, I call around,
Have you seen him? but he's no where to be found.
Keiki, everyone go auau!
Ey, turn off that TV now!

"But aunty come," they shout,
listen to what this is all about"
Their watching the news on channel5,
"Three killed in an accident, 1 yet alive"

No-please don't say it is so,
A Black truck pinned against a tree, is what they show.
As quick as it was, I could see,
A license plate, "Lucky B".

Its 8:00p, the phone finally rings,
the song,'My Sunshine' sings.
I answer without words, just a pause,
then a stranger explains the cause,
of why my huBby would not be coming home tonight,
This isn't happening, this isn't right!

Its 8:45p, I'm being driven to the hospital,
Details weren't given, please Lord don't let this be fatal!
Ma'am, let me escort you to room 204,
Policemen, nurses, a doctor stand by the door.

Its 9:15p, There he is lying
with every breath it was time he was buying,
I looked into his glassy, tearing eyes
I touched his hand, and to my surprise,
He muttered, "My love".

It's 9:19p, he colsed his eyes and fell asleep.
Now in my heart is where I will keep,
All the memories of the love of my life.
Blessed am I for briefly being his Wife!

It's 11:40p and I lay alone in bed,
Troubled, sad, mixed feeling run through my head.
The pain stabs at me, right through the heart,
pick up the peices, look forward, is a good start.

Its 7:00am, I see the family,
"From now on, life will be great", how can that be?
How can she say that, what a crazy wife?
"I've already had, 'the worst day of my life' "
It can only get better from this point on!!!

"Love you B!!!"

written by:
- KaYa T. Oct. 31, 2001, the worst day of my life

[Menehune Man]

Wow Kaya... I wish you and yours all the very Best.

That was well written and touched my heart.

My children are young adults now as yours must be too.

[Menehune Man]

LOWERING EXPECTATIONS

All my life I've worked and toiled
There are days when really spoiled
I feel there's needs not being met
But truly to God they're wants I bet

I need to charge the battery
Taking more than flattery
Oh how to balance all these things
Running out of money stings

I'm driving the car on reserve
Getting more than I deserve
Down to eating just my rations
Lowering expectations

God wants me to appreciate
Things He gave me, even late
Now my heart is very thankful
Lost my pride and got a tankful

Author: Jeff Ruddy

[Menehune Man]

LISTENING TO GOD'S ADVICE

Getting rid of every vice
Coffee, beer and cigarettes
Listening to God's advice
Truly having no regrets

What used to be, shouldn't want
Eating veggies and all fruits
Cakes and doughnuts only taunt
Being healthy, that's what suits

Getting out to exercise
Hiking, walking, swimming too
Jesus tells us this is wise
That's how to feel strong and new

Author: Jeff Ruddy

[manoasurfer123]

The Worst Day of My Life

Its 5:30p, I await his smiling face,
hes probably in traffic trying to fight the race,
Dinners ready, nice and hot,
his favorite spagetti, always hits the spot!

Its 5:45p, he's a little late,
no big deal, no need to be irrate.
Oh well, dinners still warm,
the aroma's, making the keiki swarm.

Its 6:00p, I'll give him a call,
no answer, not even a ring, nothing at all.
"Hi, hunny, hope you're okay,
dinners ready", my message would say.

Its 6:15p, oh well, lets eat,
everyone digs in, except me.
Is he ok?, Is he hurt?, Was there an accident?
"Call home" was the text message I sent.

Its 6:30p, still no call,
This isn't like him, no- not at all!
I'll call again, the phones on the shelf,
Why am I worried?, "he's fine", I say to myself.

Its 7:00p, I call around,
Have you seen him? but he's no where to be found.
Keiki, everyone go auau!
Ey, turn off that TV now!

"But aunty come," they shout,
listen to what this is all about"
Their watching the news on channel5,
"Three killed in an accident, 1 yet alive"

No-please don't say it is so,
A Black truck pinned against a tree, is what they show.
As quick as it was, I could see,
A license plate, "Lucky B".

Its 8:00p, the phone finally rings,
the song,'My Sunshine' sings.
I answer without words, just a pause,
then a stranger explains the cause,
of why my huBby would not be coming home tonight,
This isn't happening, this isn't right!

Its 8:45p, I'm being driven to the hospital,
Details weren't given, please Lord don't let this be fatal!
Ma'am, let me escort you to room 204,
Policemen, nurses, a doctor stand by the door.

Its 9:15p, There he is lying
with every breath it was time he was buying,
I looked into his glassy, tearing eyes
I touched his hand, and to my surprise,
He muttered, "My love".

It's 9:19p, he colsed his eyes and fell asleep.
Now in my heart is where I will keep,
All the memories of the love of my life.
Blessed am I for briefly being his Wife!

It's 11:40p and I lay alone in bed,
Troubled, sad, mixed feeling run through my head.
The pain stabs at me, right through the heart,
pick up the peices, look forward, is a good start.

Its 7:00am, I see the family,
"From now on, life will be great", how can that be?
How can she say that, what a crazy wife?
"I've already had, 'the worst day of my life' "
It can only get better from this point on!!!

"Love you B!!!"

written by:
- KaYa T. Oct. 31, 2001, the worst day of my life

Kaya -

I do not follow this thread...however, I went to the link after reading the other thread. (I'm not sure how many actually do read this thread as it's too peaceful and us people seem to like to converge on controversy instead of peace and love...)

My deepest condolences to you and your ohana...for this unfortunate incident.

I cried while I read these words... you have touched me dearly and I hope you are able to move on with your life to the best of your abilities.

Manoa.

[Hope]

Wow, Kaya, I can relate to loss. I've had three in the past three years. Your poem also made me cry for your pain. Now that I've skimmed through this thread, I will take the time to read it all, and return to it regularly. Kaya, here is one I wrote about renewal. It is simple, but don't let that fool you, there is so much between the lines....

I AM
I am the rosebush
my stems violently severed
with sharp shears
the blossoms carried away
dormant
then
water
a little sunshine nurtures my soul
my petals open up toward the sky
as I reach for the midday sun
and
I am alive
once again!

H.H.

[Menehune Man]

Thank you Hope.
That poem's cool.
I get it.
Been there too.

[Menehune Man]

MUSIC

Music touches all our souls
Be it rock, folk or reggae too
Living life in these bowls
When all we want to do is woo

Give me that beat and melody
To take me back to when
It wasn't this normalcy
Living on just to spend

Music changes us inside
A mood that was eluded
Because of other's snide
But now I feel secluded

Author: Jeff Ruddy

Written as I typed.