poetry and art

poetry and art

jimmie

my hands
   trembled
as I held
the manila envelope
   that issued forth
no clue

and yet I knew
       and dared not doubt
it had to come from you

i held my breath
        and opened it
and saw your words
         were there
and then my happy scream
     sent everything
         flying in the air

and as each paper
      silently
     settled into place
the years of tears
        of all our pasts
          came streaming
down my face

shanna baldwin moore

Barak Ben Levi
our friend

Music Video Bits and Pieces.avi

Music Video Barak Ben Levi Hawaii 2012 Age Comes in Bits and Pieces

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_eAJRSNAq4

footprints
on the beaches
of the beat

a Hawaiian chant
echoes the old ones
on sandlewood shores

in this universe  of verse
there are many beaches
many blues to be sung

the mingle of inscence
of the east
and sage of the west

mingle in smoke
verses on the wind
we are one

leaving
our footprints behind
and our essence

on the wind
to the mountains
and other high places


shanna

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magik

MAGIK

somewhere

above the clouds

up there in the milky way

some special stardust

from an old constellation

sprinkling down

shining

some very old magik

to make things right...

rosemarry

replaces sage

on the fire tonight

guiding the way

a spicey blessing

for the sleeping

children of the world

shanna

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bear n micky

morning  sun

      

Harmony Hill

almost heaven

Point No Point lighthouse Harvest moon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb_16oQiOHE

washington

driftwood

sunday supper n Jam

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