"cabana" poems
Cabana, cheese and mustard sauce
Do grace the tablecloth,
White puffy clouds and warm south breeze
And joy in chilled beer's froth.
Hot sun doth bake these stony walls
Sweet mandolins do play,
And the pigeons peck at breadcrumbs caste.
And all fares well today.
Young darting men on Vespa's
Ply their arrogant good looks,
And those stunning senoritas
Strut their stuff while momma cooks.
Monsignors in scarlet robes
Do scurry through the town
Dispensing Catholic action
To any soul who is around.
Madonna's guard the roadside shrines
Where hot seal winds aloft
Toward the craggy mountain pass
And pastured alpine croft.
The peasant woman bends her spine
Trudging forth with strain,
Wood ******* piled upon her back,
Up hillward bound with pain.
Old men sit and ruminate
And watch the young girls pass,
Whilst nursing dark retsina
In an opaque thimble glass.
The olive trees look stately
In their crooked ancient way,
And cast a darkened shadow
Where the roosting chicken's lay.
And out across the mounded hills
The patchwork quilt of farm
And out beyond that deep azure
Of Italian coastal charm.
Seaward to horizon
The aqua blue intense
Extends as far as eye can see
Mediterranean immense.
Marshalg
@theBach
Mangere Bridge
23 January 2010
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 2:30 AM UTC
Not every word is a masterpiece--
nor every strand
of beach.
alone a cabana-
canopy of sky
surrounding earth:
the atmosphere breeeeeeeeeeeeeeathes
our names into
ocean
and ******
on the ground, as
well.
with dangling-testicle
clouds
brimming on the horizon;
what a glorious day!
what a shining moon-shine
standard evening
shining!
wonderment of wonders
shone a seat by flashlight
to the theater alone
alone
alone
the stars are laughing as
we point above
our cabana
and salivate.
without knowing
it
the beach shudders its
******
and we catch *********
with our eyes.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
Far from where I have ever been we lay beneath a coconut tree.
The sun was mild as you lathered me in protection.
I smiled when you reached the arch of my back and slide under the bikini.
You have such large and capable hands
I felt my stress leave my body as the waves crash to shore in front of us.
In the distance an 80s classic played out of spaced speakers atop poles where wicker lights were strung.
We weren’t alone but the world fell away the moment your lips touched my shoulder.
You then gently slide my copper waves to one side to press them to the nape of my neck.
You know all my spots. You know exactly how to ignite me. How to bring me to life.
I crave your lips on mine and so I roll over to look up at you. Your hair is piled high and secured with a clip. Your amber eyes hold mischief as your long fingers dance down my exposed stomach to the bottoms of my suit.
I say your name to protest even as I arch toward your exploring fingers and invite them in.
I capture your mouth to silence my moans.
You smell like the sea we had played in most the day.
Your lips are still sticky sweet from the coconut we shared.
As the waves swelled so did I and like them soon came crashing only to drift back out again.
I watch you watching me as I try not to moan. My mouth gapping.
Our cabana attendant could check on us any moment…
You often look surprised. So utterly in awe of how I respond to your touch.
“Could this day get any more perfect?”
I did not answer.
I was still swimming.
Dec 27, 2022
Dec 27, 2022 at 4:09 AM UTC
*(Her name was Geraldine Cohen.
She lived in Miami Beach.
I was 21. She was 35.
I will always love her.)*
Yellow fizzies in the lime cabana,
Bronze banana at five-fifteen,
Downing dizzies in a timely manner,
Getting foxy with you, Geraldine.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
not a morning person
she’s content to hide in leafy shadows
wildly overgrown purple and green vines
surround and ensnare her
beneath a canopy of pink antique tea roses
she stands inside a maple platform
designed and handcrafted with care
three asymmetrically positioned 2 by 4 risers raise her
about a foot off the ground
two golden plaster cherubs hover above her on either side
fine grayish wood grain, like carpenter’s fingerprints
peek out through faded cerulean backboards
a painted backdrop made translucent by exposure
fresh cut miniature roses in miniature vases
brighten the stage like foot lights
behind the platform, at the back of the cave
clumps of ferns intermittently reveal
mud swirls splashed on a mint colored wall
up front, a row of marigolds and strawberry plants
embank a retaining wall border
of cabana-like sculpted brick
glistening white quartz stream before her
like a river of rocks at her feet
completing the grotto
she comes alive as the afternoon sun
brings out the color in her cheeks
she steps out from the shadows
and stretches her arms out close by her sides
palms facing outward
fingers pointing down
as if something were emanating from her hands
while she blesses us with peaceful contemplation
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
As the deposit in my shoulder begins loosening, visions of a paradisiacal oasis reveal themselves. I can almost hear the pina coladas being poured atop the pool bar’s island countertop. Cabana chairs, shaped like beds, perfectly host kissing parties within the nighttime’s ocean breeze. There are businessmen purchasing cigars outside of taxi stops and ******* within the depths of knick knack shops. Everybody’s stocking up for tonight’s white wrist band karaoke bash on the top floor of each and every all inclusive resort and nobody’s holding back any expenses.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“Dreams, visions, hopes.” replies the Preceptor.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
If I wanted to live in España
I’d buy a quaint little cabana
I’d visit for summer
Make love to my lover
Quién se llama Susanna
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
Like a holiday in a person
The ultimate diplomat
Gilded with tweed
Won the Euclid and the Fermat
Child prodigy
And a perfect gentleman
A perfect gentleman
You were Atlantis
when I first met you
I was so terrified
that I couldn't impress you
You were so perfect
So beautiful
You smelled like flowers
Had to know what the smell was
What flower?
Where are you from?
What are you? Who are you?
A breath of fresh air?
An angel, a fairy?
A devil, a liar?
You packed up your Viper's tongue
Your lyre
Your childish analogies
It seems you have a taste for
skinny pale intellectuals
with unusual but not improbable hair colours
And now you're in Florence
Did I scare you away?
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
Pile clouds push the north ridge
liquid blue lines at dead man’s point
cane garden pool for industrious folk
verdant green tuck from the upper deck
Waterfalls heavy and head winds calm
sea deep clear at the pit cove
pusser *** pints (for the pain ****
eateries pop and glow in port
Oleander clips and elephant ears
scuppernong grape from the jester
tannia stock on dipping day
calypso calls from an improvised spot
Hammocks hung at coral beach
funjie band in bamboshay time
ficus, gallows and *** runners
flying fish on the catamaran row
Metallic crab and swordfish
soggy holes for the sage and musk
sinkers, skiffs and rollers
white squalls gust on the north bay
Skeleton art at charlie t's
powder white and breezy
shells and driftwood for the artisan heart
geckos short of the cabana
Butterflies float on violet caps
fingers cross the hummingbird bath
anglers steady under canopy layer
lighthouse sails are bending
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
As I wonder, I conjure a monster with this wand and my honor.
I ponder how you can squander my genre, I'm lava.
Anacondas to lamas, venomous, I'm black mambas.
Garfield comma lasagna, that's pasta.
Comets comment on the trauma after I bombed ya.
***** iguana after the ***** in the Bahamas.
In the cabana like Osama, hide and seek, trying to avoid the drama.
but my Pride hunts and peaks when I speak,
A void, this is the 3Y3 of the BLitZ3D SAGA.
Blunts of kief while I reap, hydroponic droid.
Quick like Raffekie but I lead like Mufassa.
I'm Scar to hyenas, and yes I am Luke's Father.
Hiatus, I'm too high, I am a Sky Walker.
Hydra made, I claim Dark Mage
Use 3's when I write, and spell magic with a K.
Your gana need to come harder.
This is Tree times 3 vs Special K.
Said **** it and versed myself 3 ways that one day.
It was MagiKal, see the intentional K?
Savage truth, My pills red.
Down the rabbit hole, I'm here to stay.
Reach out an ravage your ankle.
Pull you in, M.I.B. I'm Agent-K.
Mage In Black, Dark Arts,
Matrix word play, not an absurd grey.
Prometheus, I am Predator,
A.I., I-Robot, I Am Legend,
Will Smith, Independence Day.
Annunaki I am a descendant.
The First Demi they selected,
Earths representative that slays.
An entity,
When they spoke of god, what they meant was me.
The incarnation of uncertainty.
Hell bent on carnage, feeds on false beliefs.
"The Scripture", "Birthed from the streets."
A reputation you cant tarnish.
I don't expect relief.
Mercy is for the week.
I'll die standing before I ever drop to a knee.
The first to leap.
I AM BLitZ3D.
THIS IS TH3 3Y3'S OF TH3 L3GACY THAT IS M3.
"E.T"
"A Lion, A Demon, A Creature Of Myth, An Alien Being"
Plasma is on the page but ET's not bleeding.
Thats just my pen leaking, Kracken ink can be misleading.
Submerged marines, Titanic icebergs, Atlantis reemerge on my command , sorcerer supreme, Gigantic knights Converge,
Looped in a green screen dream sequence scene theme,
"The Sheep Will Always Scream"
Eye of the storm, I am Dopamine
I am dope, I mean. Am I not dope man?
I am the dope man to the feigns
(To Be Continued...)
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
.
Beyond the border of withering dreams,
blue skies and ribbons played as
poolside wishes slept in the cabana
Winter followed the guards
while north of here braced for another
stranger to walk through the gate
Beauty sat on the rim waiting for
dark features of sun tanned wisdom
to sing sonnets of warmer climates
But the intense glare of a protective sun
blinded her ability to see as her pina colada
melted and ice formed in her eyes
Nothing left now but a shadow walking
beneath the umbrella shading her fading smile
as summer came and went without even a wink
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Juntos navegamos
para o objectivo final.
desvio
monto o meu corcel
cavalguei milhas
paragem
segui viagem
retorno às origens
De novo na minha cabana
aí fora
guerras sem sangue
travam-se entre os aristocratas
Usurpação dos poderes
procura constante
Idiotas
um deserto já sem cor
ao fundo
uma vida
Migalha de vida
Um jardim
flores
Músicos tocam flauta
Cai o pano
apagam as luzes
Acabou a peça
acabou tudo
Até a vida
É O FIM.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Poppers and pour homme
Video head crisp
And clean
Thirty three...
Boy's first whiff and whippets
In balloons
Inhale until it's banana peel
Flaccid...
Laughable word
Whole situation absurd.
...
Now that I'm cut
Body bait
In a glass house
Of men
Stuffed like a clown car
Their fat lip smiles
Artificial
Canine rictus
Taking whiffs for blood
In the humid beach air...
It smells like a boy's
First play date
First of everything
Daddy fox hole slings
Party N Play
With favors and favors old men
But I was thirty three
But I was the bait...
It smells like *Dolce
And Gabana*
Cabana boys and
Poppers.
(It smells like lost spirit)
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
Permaneço hoje aqui
nesta promíscua cabana
onde tu e eu nascemos
Existe um objectivo
meta final, fim
O FIM
Praia ofuscante
noite
alimentação sistemática
do desregramento de todos os sentidos
Modificadores de consciência
levam-te pela estrada de coral
até ao palácio da sabedoria
Aí vive O Rei
Homenzinhos de fatinho escarlate
acampam
nos teus jardins privativos
em frente à tua mansão
Sais porta fora, pelos fundos
Criados vestidos de madrepérola
fazem-te vénias ao passar
Um sonho, acordas, é dia.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Passa-se num quarto
luz ténue
velhos livros empoeirados
o cigarro queima-me a ponta dos dedos
nos meus ouvidos, um leve melodia
um telefone toca
saio
andei por aí
a prostituta olhou-me
tremo de frio
uma cabana
recordo o passado, ainda presente
passei por tua casa para te ver
tinhas saído
ocultas-te dos convidados
mas eu sou teu amigo
os meus olhos
perturbam-te
infinitamente!
as melhores ideias vêm-me quando...
enfim
vou partir
pousei o livro
estou vivo
procuro a paz
esse momento de liberdade
está a ficar tarde
a noite começa
lentamente e cheia de sossego.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
AGORA
no meu refúgio tranquilo
sou um homem solitário
AGORA
o meu sonho desapareceu
mas, permaneço iludido
AGORA
nesta velha cabana
alimento a ideia de...
AGORA
permaneço aqui
tão só quanto a lua
AGORA
sob a areia da triste praia
olho o mar
AGORA
já sem esperança
só me resta morrer
AGORA
meu amigo
é O FIM.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
We all learned to make mistakes
But simultaneously hide from them
Block out learning opportunities with pride
Because we've idolized perfection
The plan was to grow
But instead we've engorged ourselves with
False bravado
I blame it on the pain
I mean how else do we cope
With so many hands on our throats
I CANT BREATHE
So introverted
to much energy drains me
How could you blame me
In a time where everything is so fast pace
Rapid
I had to wrap it at 14
Senior thought it was cute to ride me
I mean rob me of childish glow
I swear i didn't know how to say no
She said "This what I called u for
Don't make noise my father won't be to fond of you.
Just let it happen"
Toxic Masculinity told me I was the man
Couldn't understand my feelings until now
I'll never get it back
She took advantage
Probably why I desire control so much
We learn from our mistakes if we don't lock them away
But that little box in my mind been shaking for some time
Like it's something whil'in in it
Tasmanian memories
Tornados in my psyche
Don't give up
Cause there was a time when suicide
Would excite me
Thank God we couldnt afford prescription
I gotta learn from everything
Even ignorant experience
Like the time I said ******* ain't **** and I don't like black women" please forgive me I was going through some internalized ****
I work on loving myself everyday
Cause internalized hate will breed a monster
I called the suicide hotline twice last week
I swear I'm doing better I just needed to talk and I knew they would actually listen when I speak.
I had to write because the world told me I was too emotional
Wasn't strong enough
Close friends call me soft because I like to See the good in stuff
If we just let people be themselves, would that be to much?
We all makes mistakes
Why are we so scared to learn?
Pain is a shame
but
a reward you earn
My mental high way is always croweded from all the bridges I burned
I was just Tryna learn to stand on my own
Build my own thrown I didn't know telling people I didn't need them
Would make them throw shade at your shine
Rain on you cabana
I knew from how lonely our Christmas tree
Was
It wasn't no Santa....
My parents try to teach me to learn from their mistakes
But vicarious learning was never great
My hard head is what most hate
Listen if I could tell you anything in my short time on this earth
It's
Make mistakes and learn from them
That's how life works
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
Monkey banana,
Climbing trees and smoking canna
bis, it's bliss, over the abyss.
Monkey banana,
No pants, just bandanna,
Screaming "ooh ooh aah aah"
from inside my cabana.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
In the jungle monkeys look for a leader
He doesn’t need to be the best reader
He just needs to be a chest beater
Showing he’ll be a pest eater
An ape emerges from the crowd
Beating its breast
Proving it’s proud
Being the best
Is about being loud
So at its behest
The other apes bow
The lion has fallen asleep
So the ape stole its sheep
And its throne to keep
A mouth of foam to eat
Leading the rabid elite
With trampling feet
And fists that beat
His sharpened fangs
Above the breast he bangs
Cause excruciating pangs
Of torturous pain
In the forest that rains
He controls the brains
Of apes filled with blame
Creating an invasive game
That is their species’ shame
Monkeys think this knuckle dragger
Is more like Uncle Kracker
So they tumble after
His jungle laughter
As he hoards the bananas
Inside his comfy cabana
In a far off savanna
Can’t they see he’s escaping
To his savanna’s safety
After constantly taking
And rainforest ******
They’re too busy flinging ****
To quietly sit
And examine his wit
Once things aren’t optimal
He avoids the topical
Where it’s sunny and tropical
But a heavy monsoon
Will be brought by God soon
To wipe out the barbaric baboon
And all of his goliath goons
Who are like ****** in the spoon
They’re boiled then used
To pacify the abused
Then filling their shoes
The monkeys’ malevolent master
Couldn’t be replaced any faster
Once every day turned into disaster
But the sour grapes
Dour ape
Escaped
Not an hour late
He ate the power plate
By building a tower of hate
And a coward’s gate
Sealing our fate
Of a jungle state
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
The coils become
three inches from
the stem of a smoke
in the ashtray broke
at the cabana tonight
Vince dimmed the light
and I'm sober whilst
he serves me drinks.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
There is his cabana
I laid my head on his shoulder
He whispered something to me and it made me begin to wonder
Wonder why something suddenly didn't feel right
"Did you ever read "Anthills of the Savannah" he asked in his rich textured baritone voice
Jolting me outta my reverie with a tiny shudder
"Yes, but never really found it captivating"
I said
What's your take on the book I queried?
"I never really enjoyed it myself"
I knew he had a lot more he wanted to say to me cause art was always his window
I turned to catch his gaze and said "so spill"
"What?" He asked
"Oh please Harry! Miss me with the BS and tell me what's on your mind"
I only forgot his pet names when I needed to get something outta him
He heaved a sigh, certainly not one of relief
And looked away from me.
"What's wrong babe?" I asked trying hard to conceal my worry
"I'm sorry, this wasn't what I promised you when when we married"
"And I could never love another like I do you"
"What are you on about?" I asked my voice trembling barely above a whisper.
"She's carrying my baby...
I'm sorry but it happened just once and now she's carrying my baby"
"Who is she" I whimpered
Seeing as we never had a child of our own .
Everything inside of me came crumbling down
Minutes passed, the silence was too loud
Almost deafening
I tried to steady my breathing but my heart was beating so hard I feared it might break free from outta my chest.
"Harry Ese Williams! Who is she?"
This time around my voice betrayed me
And just when he was about to respond
My bestfriend walks in, our eyes locked and I knew he didn't even have to utter a word for me to know who it was he was talking about.
r3d
10:09
#roadtorecovery
#everythingipretendtobe
#realrawandaimple
#welearnasweteach
#writingright
#firesofr3d
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
**...Awakenings
By
Jude Kyrie**
*The summer heat
seared the sand like fire.
She walked by me
stopping at my Cabana.
May I she asked?
So young lithe and beautiful.
Of course I say
but the breaking waves
and sea breeze whisper
Danger Beware Beware Beware.
I have not yet tasted
the pleasures of a woman.
Can this be the time?
The time for me.
My racing heart whispers
Quietly softly be still.
The salty sea breezes speak
Let it be it’s your time
Let it be.
Later I writhed under her.
Between heaven and the sand.
My hand holding hers
As she led me
through the door of manhood.
My boyhood left me
draining into her
as I cried out
in its irrecoverable loss.
The waves rolled relentlessly
breaking on the shore.
Undulating to her rhythm
I feel her soft gentle gifts
aching inside my body
is this it is this it?
My soul asks
Then the roar
of the crashing waves
on the rocky shore.
The tender moment
As close as two humans can be.
Emotions older than time itself.
I hold her as a lover
She rises from me almost shyly
and says Thank you
A seabird cries above
Don’t leave , Don’t Leave.
But her footprints
are washing away
in the foam.
Just her indelible
memory remains
Imprinted forever
like a tattoo
on my young heart.*
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC