Moves in Curves

There’s nothing like traditional Hawaiian music for expressing flowery love. The emotional impact of the words is stronger than English, the sentiments more tender.

`Auhea iho nei o Leialoha

Ku`u hoa i ka nani a`o nâ pua

Eia mai au `o suipa lilo

Ka ipo i ke aka pua aniani

He aniani wale `o hâli`a loko

Nowelo mao `ole i ka pu`uwai

Nâ wai nô `oe e a pakele aku
I ka wai o ka pânini pua kea

Ha`ina `ia mai ana ka puana
Ku`u ipo i ka nani a`o nâ pua

John Almeida wrote those words, and their poetry is just haunting.

Sharing a wonderful poem that an old friend wrote:

i only wanted to exist in a world
where no one knew I existed.

i only wanted to be,
in a place where no one wanted me to be.

i only wanted,
when no one wanted me to have.

i am only

Jimmy Turner, ladies and gentlemen! A good guy then and now, and talented with the words.

Then if my friendships break and bend,
There’s little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.

From “The Leal.”

The pretty stuff you’re made of
Will crack and crease and dry.
The thing you are afraid of
Will look from every eye.

From “Braggart.”

Inertia creeps…

There is no mercy in the shifting year,
No beauty wraps me tenderly about.
I turn to little words – so you, my dear,
Can spell them out.

Ah, Dorothy, she was so brilliant. When I was a teenager, sometimes I pretended that my middle name was after her instead of my horrible grandmother. Sigh.

From “Little Words.”