Goddess of the volcanoe

Madam Pele
shivers

through the night

tiny quakes

on the rift zone

lovely lehua blossoms on the Ohia tree

BEAR

me and me little boy

found on the venice beach boardwalk

for trish and her loss

the otherside

sweet smoke

Goddess of the Volcanoe

1983
the third day
of the new year
Madam Pele, roared
spitting sulphur
and hot magma
down the east riff zone
twenty eight years
she continues
her slow burn
building land
she broaddens
her horizons

making a way...
growing closer
to the rest of the world

collage by tony scibella

Tracy's bootie pome n pic

puakinikini

my only shady spot chopped down

goddess of the volcanoe grows us some weeds

music maestro please

prayer for rain

the old Hawaiin
did a rain dance ...
and they all blew
across their beer bottle tops
the sound
was like a conch shell of many colors
and it rained
their bird baths once again held sky in them...

shanna

one banana two banana

the great escape

Tsuenami alert

three waves
each time receding
so far as to see the rocks
I saw it once before
the water went
down and way out
then slowly came back
higher and higher
around the coconut trees
mats and slippers drift
and centipedes
swimming

shanna

keepin the beat

the bones
of all the pomes
read to a tenor sax
a wail in the night
echoes off
old cobblestones..
the breezeways
of Venice
still know
the slap slap
of his worn harrachi's
"the Lady"
muse for many
walks along
but only
on the shadow side

she sings alone
on this night
in the key of rose

shanna

wondering the sound
of pen
scratching paper
and later...
how it looks
.....a revelation

shanna

Hurricane Felicia
here today
gone to Maui

I went to the edge
of the mountain
tropical storm warning
anticipation .....
of eye contact
with "Hurricane Felicia"

shanna


"Maui" held the sun in the sky for his beloved to create beutiful artwork from the paper bark tree "Kapa" (tapa)he held the sun in the sky to give her time...for her creations

Venice

The Venice Beats
the rhythm
of their words
sound of huarache's
on a misty morning's
wet cobble stone streets

black ink pen
in hand
and a blank page
touching the face of God
their words
echo down
those breezeways...
protesting
for the "Lady"
mans mad anger
looking for another road
slowly ..migrating
to a" mile high mountain"
in Denver
their faces
now etched in stone

in Hawaii
on a six mile high
mountain
a tree
touches
the face of God
a Koa tree planted
for the poets

words falling
blowing in the breeze
filling the page

THE POET-TREE

shanna

how to have a good fight

aka and pohaku perform a wedding

http://animoto.com/play/5RL0yb7ehZG4dFqy9kPtSQ?autostart=true

madam pele

building (click for pics and music)

mind set
floor plans
of possabilitys
feng shuey
and the flow

Ha! the breath of life
blows through
an emaginary room
the smell of cooking

a real kitchen
running water
a place to sit
image of my grandmother
first thing
pray to the oven

fresh bread
buttered
and blackberry jammin
music around the kitchen table

e komo mai

a new home

a new home
amounst the trees
standing tall as its timbers
once did

http://animoto.com/play/5RL0yb7ehZG4dFqy9kPtSQ?autostart=true

christmas in Hawaiii

trembling

unexpected bug in the shutter

shaving brush tree

The Goddess Hina

our jug band we drank the jug and here we are

http://animoto.com/play/KrcjkcR9BTBfc6diwtG6Aw

our classical chorus
the marriage of figaro

http://animoto.com/play/BxmUkiw2o82mf0fsqbCE4Q

sun n moon

May day court princess's

time out

Lava lady

largest view of the moon this year

madam pele

picking coffee for christmas spending

raveled ribbons

ginger n moss covered lava

I was
much
younger
than
im
older
than
that
now

sunset on the mountain

OUR sun is shining on me reflecting on you

Tony Scibella

Tony said
he got his ticket
to ride
get new shoes,
shirt
and shots
what kinna shots?
he got.....
hoof n mouth
jungle fever
and Gilligenism
I think he got
a shuck and
jive shot

shanna

light foot steps the brightness begins

old woods

rose

evening mist
a rose loosens its hold
on fragrance

photo show

http://www.photoshow.com/watch/RQ9Ec3Kj

desert flower

BUSH WHACKERS

COWBOY

A pair
of snakeskin boots,
ten-gallon hat pulled
low over his eyes--he winds up the
war toys.

Billie



global
warming. he shuns,
the cause: flatulent cows
and too much Texas barbecue
oh well!

shanna

Vegetation
he sits
smiling and tanned;
another vacation
taking precedence over real
issues

bluster,
pomp and BS:
graph lines head down the drain,
his career proof of how not to
govern
Trish

his rice
brown and polished
sustains his ego and feeds
the mind of her warrior
daily

gillena

dada poem JRM my oilpainting @lock of hair

break/sraight
blow/soft
1960
venice

my birdbath / sundile

http://http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheOutlawPoetsII/

into beat poetry come join us

old beats we are keeping the beat...

aloha....shanna

water theme drawing