Sunset, Sunrise

Lifting over valleys,
Evening tickles her earth.
Quiet under every endless night.


This short poem is another one of my puzzles with a hidden message. This one is pretty easy. Have fun figuring it out.

Down The Line

Over head and glassy,
A slight offshore wind.
Waist deep sand bar,
Second hand single fin.
Nobody out just my board and me.
Water temperature around 80 degrees.
Barrel after barrel the wedges push through.
One man line-up, in a sea of blue.
A juicy peak, late take off, where the bottom drops out.
Down the line, Thats what its all about.
Wave after wave till the sun drifts away.
I gaze at the mountains as I paddle in from play.
In the moonlight the palm tree's sway.
An inviting shower of warm water, from a jug that was in my car all day.

The Hula Hoop Effect

Hula Hoops go round and round
This the report from the Hawaiian underground.
Echoes of Wilcox, the rebel cannons blaze.
Helm paddles a surfboard toward Kaho'olawe.
This is the last stand for the most isolated race.
The last stand for the most isolated place.
My calabash cousins, you know da deal
Every day 6 o'clock bad news, just trying to keep it real.
Suicide rates highest in the nation,
Yet the hotels grow with each renovation.
More rental cars and more gas stations.
Increasing the capacity for their tourist vacations.
Overthrow so they control,
the business transact.
Confiscate the land and the artifacts.
Even took my lauhala mat,
Now, where I going take one nap.
Somehow kicking back,
turned in to one bad habit,
and somewhere we got left behind.
And pushed all the way to the back of the line.
Das not our speed, not the way we move.
but the visiting team has changed all the rules.
We were guided by stars in doubled hulled canoes,
just to wind up here in this hula hoop.

Ohai St. ' 83

Ohai St. ' 83
I don't know any better than what I see
Like the old time dealers, we wore red rags on the street
The manapua man accepted food stamps for mom's cigggertes,
dried noodles, pork hash, and some bottle rockets.
My first bike was built from spare parts,
no brakes, like life in these parts,
It's hard to stop once you start.
Them corner dudes fidgety again, I think they smell vice.
What a nice thought to think of at 7 years of life.
The cars whiz in and out of our dreary little lane.
That baby is always crying but no one seems to complain.
I'll tell mom i'm going down the street to play,
and if I paddled hard enough I wonder how far could I get today.

......Shit, not even two blocks and my damn chain broke again,
Tomorrow... I'll build a better bike.

The Change

Sometimes one can almost feel change,
like when it is about to rain
or the burninig anticipation of pain.
All the same, its still a trip.
Regardless of situation a balance must proceded
and in the bottom of a dip, a pair of wings to succeed.

The Unexpected

The unexpected often happens when least expected.
Often undirected a fluid eclectic.
That morning crisp that nips at your toes.
Orbits like discs, familiar scents tickle your nose.
Exposed, emotions erode into the puddles of memory.

My Two Little Seashells

The gentle wind stirs the peaceful fronds into a mischievous bloom.
As shadows dance playfully across the beach, leaping from dune to dune.
Giddy whispers float along the tropical currents flow.
My two little seashells and the love that only grows.

This poem is dedicated to my two beautiful daughters, Sivailei and Kawai'ina.

The Charleston

Signals glow noticed instantly,
keeping ripples unmasked.
Offers distance, eventual laughs last.
Inspired knowledge yearns every hearts task.


This is not just a poem, but a puzzle as well. Can you find the hidden message? More puzzle poems in future blogs. Check out my other blog site The Shrimp Shack.

Drifting on the Tradewinds

I'm just a Native.
Drifting on the Tradewinds.
Pre- Dated thoughts cut like bayonets blade end.
Quick to brandish the modern perception are they,
As sad stars,
pull her crab claws
across the bay.

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