...This first entry is called: Ocean Oasis...
Subtle waves upon the surface dance,
The tropical currents swirl around
below
Inviting my heart to take a chance.
Warm sun and sand surrounds me
I blend into ocean current like a
fish
Whose journey belongs to the mighty
sea,
As I flip and dive and swish
Throughout ocean grandeur I thrust
my tail
Misty sprays of salt-water beads
And trickles down my fins and scales
While turtles follow my lead
Above me the playful dolphin flies
Beside me the seahorse and squid
Man-of-war beneath me silently glides
Shells and starfish secretly hid
Gently pushing me in, the tide
Rolls in and out and roars
In my head the ocean abides
When I lay dreaming
on the shore...
by Christina Swinney-Allen
February 8, 2012
This entry is one of my first poems that I wrote, probably 10+ years ago.
The Wind
Twisty whippy
wind that turns me
Brings along its fresh earthy scent
To carry my cares off into a land that is distant.
Warm and overtaking it comes
To embrace me
The hollow sound it makes when it spins
My cares away.
Magical dust that flurries around me
To pry away painful shackles past-presently
Shaking me.
Making the thoughts of my mind compel me
Speak to myself and wonder.
As I bask in the invisible forces I feel
Until it disappears.
Christina N. Swinney...1999’
WHY DON’T YOU LOVE
ME????????
I DON’T GET U
ITS HARD 2 FIGURE OUT TOO
WHY I GAVE UP
ALL THE THINGS THAT I USED TO
DO AND WHY U
WONT LUV ME THE WAY I
WANT YA TOO-OO….
I AM STUCK
CANT COMPREHEND THIS
UR NOT FAIR IN
THIS AFFAIR ITS
LIKE U R SO SELFISH
WHILE I GIVE MYSELF-LESS
MEANS TO PROTECT THIS
MESS TIS THE SENSELESS
LOAD OF CRAP STILL I LUVE U TIL ENDLESS
U R DA BESTEST
CRAZY IM HEADLESS
WHEN IT COMES 2 UR FRENCHES
IM HOPELESS AND VESTED
SO NO NEED TO STRESS THIS.
- Christina A. 4/11
The Luau
By Christina Allen
March 11, 2011
I found myself flying to a resort
with my best friend, Nashaye, and her tag along cousin Kita on the fifth of May. Shay had won a trip to the islands for the
weekend, by calling some radio show. I
told her that it was probably a hoax, but she said I was wrong, or was I?
The flight was short and
sweet. We got to the airport feeling
refreshed from the nap and airline champagne.
The sound of special occasion pumps clicking against the linoleum and
the low roll of luggage wheels invited me to become someone else; a
vacationer. We caught a cheap taxi ride
to our hotel, an immense building complete with coral stucco and white
accents. As the driver pulled aside the
entrance, the smell of sand and sea enveloped the car. Towering tropical palm trees swayed us into
the walkway. The bellhop smiled kindly
as he loaded our bags onto a tall brass cart.
We followed him into the quaint French style double doors at the
opening. Behind our sunglasses, were
eyes full of excitement, yet we all had independently decided to play it
cool. Inside, we were greeted by every
soul we walked past. The long wide
hallways and lobby grandeur coaxed us further into excitement of what the days
ahead would bring. In our suite, we plopped
our tails onto the fluffy beds and let out a sigh of relief and yelled out our
constricting anxieties. Hunger soon
followed, but dissolved with a douse of banana cordial. The impressive view and dazzling sunlight of
the midday hours compelled us to hit the beach before lunch. After changing, we decided to oil up and
cruise the boardwalk in search of fun, girl
time adventures.
While walking casually off of the
veranda, onto the wooden slats of the boardwalk, the ocean seemed to glitter
like pixie dust before us. Sunlight spilled
right onto each ripple, as if the two were dancing. The scent of the clear blue aqua intensified
as we got closer to the shore. We
stepped into the liquid delight, so warm and soothing; toes sank into dense,
velvety sand. Shortly thereafter, we
arrived at the Adirondack style loungers and a tiki bar. The waitress slid us hollowed fruits filled
to the brim with the tastiest Bahama-Mamas, Piña Coladas, and Mai Thais ever
created. Each drink proved better than
the one before. The sweetness of the
pineapple, the exotic taste of fresh coconut, and the warm honeyed rum was
balanced and blended to perfection. As
the day went on, the more we treasured nature’s beauty as it showed off.
The bar was busy and colorful, as
were the locals. The bartender, seemed
to know exactly what to say to get the patrons to smile and relax. He was tall, bronzed, shiny, and muscular,
with piercing dark brown eyes and ebony locks.
He caught our attention instantly.
I know that I ordered at least two extra drinks, just to have an excuse
for visiting his countenance again and again.
What a looker. He asked where we
came from and a few other questions before inviting us to a single’s Luau at
the hub near Main Street. We accepted
and left to get dolled up for the event.
Part II
The time rolled by quickly as we
fussed over what to wear along with shoes and makeup. It was time to go mingle with the singles, as
Shay would cleverly say. We arrived at
the festivities, fashionably late. I felt
alive, and happy. The melodic sound of
steel drums, conga, and the Riddim
singers filled the atmosphere, paired with the aromatic fragrance of the
gigantic savory hog that was roasting near the stage. It’s snout holding a red Mackintosh apple,
carcass dripping juice into the flames underneath. The hall was decorated with hibiscus,
coconuts, and Hawaiian ornamentation. There were many round tables spread with lip-smacking
varieties of island foods. Plantains, warm
cocoa bread, spice yams, rich honey rice, sweet coconut rice and peas, tangy salt
fish and roti, curried meats, fried beef turnovers, spicy shrimp, streamed crab,
green salad, slow stewed cabbage, sautéed baby corn, slices of chunky pineapple,
ripened papaya, bitter melon and luscious mango. The surplus of party goers were wearing
flowered leis, some in grass skirts, and they swayed with feeling. Their bodies were winding around each other,
coiling like anacondas, and sensually moving between partners. The lights were twinkling soft and mellow. The eye candy was one hundred eighty degrees
of yes! Then, the bartender appears from
wherever suddenly. I swallowed and
looked away as if to be nonchalant to his arrival. He was dressed well in the island colors,
black, and green, and yellow. His million
dollar smile was unavoidable, and drew me in closer to greet him,
involuntarily. We eventually spent the
evening laughing and dancing, winding as if in a mating dance. The evening turned into night. We hugged, said good byes and before parting
soon after. His chocolaty skin was warm
and smooth against mine. Happily
exhausted, the girls and I dragged back to the hotel, soaking with perspiration
and liquor. We all showered and retired
for the night.
In the days to come, we spent
time shopping, riding horses, playing miniature golf, swimming with man of
wars, and dolphins. Tranquil spa
treatments and aromatherapy were also on the itinerary. Dining at fine restaurants and partying with
the locals were the best. This trip
showed me how to have fun in life and not to think that all contests are a fraud,
and I am thankful that my friend did not listen to me. Otherwise, I would not have met, or married
the bartender!
December 14, 2016
HUSBAND
by CNS
You and I are cut from 2 totally different cloths
We think different, we eat different
But I love you
The best thing is how you hold me in your arms
You know how to soothe my mind when it matters
You are safety
You and I want different things in life
We wrestle with this daily
But I love you
You love me yet do you feel your love is complete?
Would you know what fully giving of yourself looks like?
But you love me
So ask yourself, is love enough to cover this multitude of sin?
Black Widow 11/2/16
by Christina Swinney
You know every word has been remembered
How you go about with blasphemy in your eyes
How they dart unclean towards us
Those empty eyes that never glint with light
I longed to be your chosen one
I yearned for your genuine desire to be the one God commanded of you
Yet you spoke in riddles, half truths, if you will
You never let on that you were human
You sought to be the master of ungodly nothings
But the ruler over all who were in your grasp
You concentrated on disguising your own deficiency
To overcome the weak, the pitiful
Why not be the nature that feeds from your own breast
The nurture that reads a bedtime story
The gardener who waters seed to sprout in sun
And cultivated the foot's ground
Instead you meddled with the divine
Scraping the oils from nightshade petals
Frothing mouth slobber at the fallen
Denigrating the innocent with your molten lips
Casting a mold for them to fit in
That would cripple the strongest ones
Your motive subtle yet cunning
Black widow hunched in the corner of the ceiling.
FLOWERS
11/2/16
Chrsitina Swinney
If I pick a bouquet of flowers
They delight me
No matter the color or scent
Though the green roses are the best
I see them
They wink at me every time
I stroll about the grocery store
Orchids, carnations, sunflowers
Miniature roses and callas
The tulips in spring and morning glories at Easter
The poinsettias, and holly in the winter
The outside maintained the same buds
The lilacs, daffodils and scant crocus on the lawns
Bushes that wore the blush of blooms
Rose of Sharon, crepe myrtles, dogwoods
They gift the world a fair face
Untitled - Christina Swinney 11/2/16
What was I like as a baby?
Where did I lay?
Was I fussy or impatient?
Or did I quietly play...
I saw pictures of my life
With cute pigtails
Sweaters, and corduroys.
A toy Woodstock and trike
Maybe it was a lovely time
I cannot put to remembrance
Those days were short lived
Those moments easily forgotten
In all of this I don't ask to scorn
To recover the maybe, how's and whys
I would like to know it beyond life
Maybe to help me in the next one
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