http://slow.writerscafe.org/IslandHippy The original writings of author Island Hippy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779110529 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 in the gardenblessed are the flowers the herbs, vegetables & bees the cut basil and mint the sturdy knotty beams with telling deep wrinkles like a man that has seen it allI tied rope around them to drag them into place it took an entire day I sit on those beams now and tend to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2761785/ we walked a long waythe day warm and bright each a backpack laden with snacks, hotwheels cars a minecraft sword (just incase) & a half deck of cards we had set out at noonleaving crisp white linen to dance in the breezei love how homely it feels seeing laundry on the linethe bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2761574/ thunderous explorations greet my earsi hunker down five minutes morebut he’s tugging at the covers pulling his little body uplanding with a thud on my belly his onesie footie pyjamas abandoned somewhere i still don’t know howhe manages to get them off.he’s wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2127600/ when you were near it was hard to believe there would come a time when you are here no longersometimes I wonder, can the stars draw you closer to me when I dream? I conjure youwith my hearts memories with a soulful concentration but sleep is just sleepI a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2108256/ come and sit a while with me let’s speak of the things we hold inside we don’t have to agreeyou and me but I’ll learn something and so will you we’ll feel something real even though it’s tough & you’ll have my respect when did we stop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2098375/ some one told me that grief comes in waves - if that’s true than I am drowning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2097792/ I feel your warm touch ever close to my lipsthe blanket of your voice is the music of my dreams when the light dips far beneath the seathere on the shore we walk hand in hand in my sleeping eyes you are there - always whispering I love you pon the fabric of my heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2079363/ in dreams that’s how I love you in memoriesthat’s how I love you in fat broken sobs that’s how I love you in whispered secrets that’s how I love you in a little boys arms longing for yours in the flutter of a girl growing into perfect form .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2077626/ Inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2046353/ the diabetic threads of culture grass skirts, oiled up abs, silky dark tresses sun kissed brown swaying to processed tunes for your greedy over manufactured tastebudsthe postcard island you swoon over a hybrid thing of our ancestors sans integrity? are we still the ocean voya.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2046349/ you tell me then we’ll both know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2046346/ sacred earth, giver of lifenourishment and restorationlet us dwell there barefoot as befits loveas the trembling girl to the boythe babe to the mother tirelessly sow contentment, the honesty of true substanceto touch unfurling life, ahupua'a - mountains to the seato feast on a humble catch to savo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2043631/ I Am Life.Unfolding in the world.--They will tell you not to go back.Little girl.Can you hear, your mother speaking? she is calling you home to heal. Take your place in the village little girl,yours isthe whole world.You must teach your eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2043250/ True story - A loving discussion with my husband. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2041428/ Mornin’ light On your face,Your form My eyes adore Fingers tremble Trace, revere Your skin Your brown skin You are Every longing Far beneath My bones Let me whisper Every secret Into your soul Closer Come closer An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2040681/ Someone is dying tonight Somewhere - always.Life springs forthThen folds together,then there are white rocks.A last drink .... you know just because, & the unspoken is always spoken (eventually), usually by the least qualified and drunkest person in the room.A black umbrella, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2037942/ his stare is crisp. it’s hard to explainlike his eyes are always re-freshing the scene; you know like when you swipe down on your overpriced iphone & the page refreshes code transmitting or is it translating?  ...new information(who the hell care.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2036919/ For my gran. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/2001276/ Rippling flexing golden shoreGreets the ocean skyA swelling lament for youThe wet rolling drum Incessant and chaoticCasts a line to my heart It reels me in To gather there‘Pon swaying green As my soul pours From leaking eyes Decanted like wine I am fragrant with reg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1980965/ Papa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1979973/ ink showered a hailof handsome words on crumpled paper love me in eons rapid and slow vast and intricatelet me luxuriate in the rising heat an unrepentant benedictionof you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1970808/ The second I feel the swell building beneath me, the momentum of the wave. I become one with this sacred energy. It fuses it's life with mine, though I am at its mercy it is by grace that I share this space. The cold reminds me to be grateful, invigorates my soul and fills my mind with the majesty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1970297/ reggae island style be the jam where I’m fromukulele tunes sway them hipswhere I’m from shaka means hang loose where I’m frombare feet ‘n flip flops be the kicks where I’m from sand and shoes never meet where I’m from sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1970163/ My soul concedesWorldly thinking fleesIn the places I goBring to me your fire Hope does not expire In the places I goWhile they plan their schemesHigh on atrocities They won’t go where I goLove for every manBrothers and sisters stand Those are places I go Ocea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1970093/ I am a traveller from all around I’ve walked every, foreign road hard, dusty, & sometimes coldtarmac and gravel to golden shores I am a traveller from the foothills, to concrete castles with their neon charms I’ve seen you there, ‘pon every ramblin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1969848/ sweet dreams little one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1969546/ i'll dance you 'round the room,small hours made just for you (and me).with love words and lullaby tune, i'll dance you 'round the room. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1962712/ For my poetry angels Emmajoy & Annette Pisano Higley .... with aloha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1940975/ let me bloom in the gardenof your lovewhere we grow tangled roots never to partwe should walk in the sweet summer rain& talk as lovers do of miraculous glorious thingsi'm singing of my hearts delight and it booms shattering the skytranscending across another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1940839/ For my mom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1937758/ i wake up in New Yorkit's 4.30amalready the street hasa buzzing energy a swing & hum, whispering secrets to the new day. my limbs are heavy and thick with sleep my slumber drunk eyes struggle to focus as i throw a hand out in search for my glasses.there's a low drawling s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1929927/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1929722/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1929721/ Doo wop inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1927816/ i'm sipping on a week of love in a single smile.my souls delight,somewhere in a foreign rain.i left you there,in the night you slept, I wept. there were lights far away lights around me.i thought i heard your voice in the distance.i close my eyes and feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1927716/ so much lovein your pitter patter feetmy hands they do meetmakes smiles in my sleep, &contentment washes over me with each new dayso much joy as the night we greeti'll take you flying over seas,and wondrous things in the morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1925866/ this distant sky is unlike any sky I have ever gazedhatched in solitude --i devour the light hours this churning, living breathing energy there is vitality in abeautiful storm, moody-colorful and strange,mist rolls off each wave permitting sun to engage casting st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1924663/ i saw a boy one day his charm i loved besthe wore dirty boots and tired blue jeans his eyes smiled at me i knew i loved him then i know he really likes me but i'm the girl he'll leave come to my mercy seat bring your wounded hearti'll leave the porch-light on just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1924648/ on the wings of your silent kiss drifts a melody.sweet & strange my soul, feather lighta divine thing.you don't have to wear false charms my darlin' my arms never ever falter.no score to keep just hearts tosteep in love like ripples ever increasing.love me today.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1924640/ inspired.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1922015/ a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1918968/ hey batman,why don't you come to my side of the tracks?my neighbour, puts --needles in his arms.& the mom downstairs with three kids on welfareshe cries every night with a gun in her lap.two doors down a --kid sits on a stoop dealin' powdery things.no pizza deliv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1918837/ I spent months and monthsnot writing a single wordand then you came back into my life, long enoughto balance my happy with your misery.that helps the words flow, easy and smoothturns out you were good for somethin' after all,thanks a*****e. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1918825/ I studied the map closely, my husbands broad frame leaning over mine. A calloused hand skimming the map. Landing on Congo. "There it is babe" I stared expressionless my mind trying to comprehend the distance. Just barely past newly married we were about to embark on a journey into some d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1917130/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1917128/ she sits there solitary, in a concrete castle.metal where you rest your head,bathroom at your feet.no light of moonno flowers or trees, no oceanbreeze.they say -- I cannot see you,we don't have the samemom but we are ohana. you are my sister, until my days are don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1916401/ take me dancingon Saturday nightwhen the fever starts long and slowmy night potion; physical, spiritual emotion - always arriving bought & paid for with smilingtouching eyes of such fondness, sweeping & delicate take me flying with,dancing feet my darlingfingertip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1915285/ the fence around my heart is highstill I climb, splinters impale myskin I need their piercing touch to remind me to begin & beginfrankly, I'm tired of being the only one willing to climb. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1913666/ Part two of the poem "Made for you" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1913660/ the dawn was still, hushed silence ascended as every kind of people stood side by side. young faces; pretty & fresh, old faces that wore years in beautiful lines. and the pipes sang out breaking the dawn. proud men slightly stooped now, in pressed suits medals & poppies they cried silent tears. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IslandHippy/1912165/