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  Apr 2019 Jude Quinn
Logan Robertson
Twas the night before
Hawaii islands on the radar
A monster opened the door
It shoulders a storied scar

Of the last time, it hit its mark
Rearing its ugly head, ahead of pace
As the eye looms '82 in the dark
Wrinkles on this  eve sit sadly in boldface

Kauai sat once in unnatured infamy
It sunny shores hit once by the beast
Clouds of villains played in that symphony
With the next generation looking to feast

As the residence brace for the worst
Of the monster stepping on its paradise
With category four winds and cloudburst
The hope is that the monster plays nice

With the Aloha Spirit preserved with leis
In place of bold headlines of strung wrath
Hawaii can pray rays of light in the coming days
Willing the monster to take a different path

Logan Robertson

8/23/2018
This honor catches me by surprise, so much that I can't wait for the next dawn, sunrise, and all the days that follow. Thank you. Thank you for all the well wishes and support. It means looking at the sunrise, a new dawn, with newfound exuberance and eagerness.

To my friends and relatives on Oahu, I pray. Update-monster played nice. Outstanding was its piano play. Storm went from a 5,4,3,2,1 ... miss. With the Aloha Spirit preserved with leis
In place of bold headlines of strung wrath. Thank you.
Jude Quinn Apr 2019
You know I told you I was gonna die before I was 25.
I was a kid back then, I didn't know,
that pain was gonna make me stronger than yesterday.

I used to think the dead sang to me
"Come along and jump, you ain't got nothing to lose"
It sounded so inviting back then
when not even the moon
wanted to come and play with me.

I'm 24 now.
I now know the end is not behind a broken heart.
I don't wanna hear doomsday songs anymore.

Tonight, the living are singing
"Go out boy, you'll be ok.
A few mistakes ain't gonna turn your light off!"

And I'm inclined to believe them,
if only for today.
Jude Quinn Apr 2019
It is from pleasure that all pain comes.
Does this mean we shall renounce it?
No.
But it does raise some interesting questions.

Today it's sunny,
tomorrow it will be rainy.
When should I go out for a walk?
Jude Quinn Apr 2019
If this shall truly be the very end of us,
then let it be so,
for we already know the pain that comes
when one tries to tightly clutch that which slowly vanishes;
the longing in the present time
of that which is drifting towards the past.

At least we can be happy
that we spent the final verse in the poem of our love
in each other's arms.
We can ignore the darkness at the door
for this one moment
when our breath is still one.

So come close, my darling,
let us feel the light in our hearts one last time.
Jude Quinn Apr 2019
You know how many times we looked at the screen
hoping we could see ourselves in there?
and you know how we never even caught a glimpse?

Still don't know what we were expecting.
We were a little too beautiful to sell our souls
to some weird carnival mirror,
and, anyway, you can't instastory a heart,
no matter how hard some might try.

However, every now and then
I can't help but look again at that screen
and just wonder how the clowns
might see the stranger.

Do they know that time may not change them,
but that they can't trace time?
  Apr 2019 Jude Quinn
Aslam M
All Men  
               were  Boys....
Jude Quinn Apr 2019
We the sun rising,
A day here and a night gone.
Tears at sunset come.
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