Okinawa Poems

Okinawa War thoughts

these dark moods
follow me 
as I tour Okinawa

where the last battles 
of world war 11 were fought

thousands died
in the first 
and last outpost
of the American East Asian Empire

Okinawa Beckons me

Okinawa Japan
kept calling to me
in a dream
notifying me 
always in the background
where my memories
always waiting for me 

Beckons me
everywhere I go
cosmic reflections
of past lives
never seen before
seems lost in time 
maybe just the spirits of the dead 
everywhere I see ghosts 

Okinawa Street Scene

Walking the streets
of Fabled Naha Okinawa
a life time dream
someday I would visit

I am surrounded 
by ghosts of the past

and Japanese beauties
all around me

tempting me
with their sweet smiles

Impure thoughts
fill my head
as they smile at me
and I smile at them

No wonder 
so many Soldiers
brought back 
Japanese wives
Japanese Coffee Barista

watching the Japanese
 coffee barista

preparing my snarling cup 
of hot boss coffee 

fills my heart
with erotic joy

how I wanted to express
what was on my mind

right then
to the Japanese 
coffee barista

Ghosts of Okinawa  add to Ghosts Poems - post as separate poems 

Ghosts of Okinawa 

Touring the battlefields 
of Okinawa

where so many young men
gave up their life
so many years ago

I see the ghosts 
all around me
feel their spirits
floating through the air

Kilroy was here
there and everywhere
whoever that was 

and John Dean wannabes
and Elvis wannabes

and so many other wannabes
and I see the ghosts of the fallen heroes
all around me

Signs
everywhere in Asia
you see strange variations
of English
Japlish, Konglish, Singlish

the street signs in Okinawa
are all in Chinese, Japanese, English and Koreans
the bus and train announcements as well

Hard to get lost 
even when you want to

but the random encounters
with English words
puts a smile on my face

as I drink my “boss coffee”
wondering who is the “boss” 
and why is smoking a pipe?

and many years ago
I saw on a menu
at the old Kimpo Airport
Baked Rick

and in Korean grocery stores
one can find 
corn flights

I look forward 
to many more years
of linguistic confusion
as I travel about Asia
Dream 1074 Visit to Okinawa Aquarium

Whenever I visit an aquarium, 
zoo or wild life park

I am reminded of a prison
the prison is filled with animals
who amuse us for their food

I am sure that the animals
hate us humans
who are watching them
do their animal thing

but looking into their eyes
the eyes of the sea turtles
swimming back and forth

in their prison cell 
in the Okinawa aquarium
filled with hatred 
for the humans
who had imprison them
and hunt their kind 

and don’t get me started
on the dolphins and killer whales
who preform acrobatic feats
for their daily meals

and the sharks
the king of the ocean killers

they too
if they could
they surely would 

escape
their prison cell

screaming 
Death to all humans 
as they flee
back into the ocean’s depths
Okinawa West Coast Road
Riding down the west coast road
of Okinawa
echoes of other beach roads
fill my head with memories

I am reminded of Hawaii
and driving along the Oregon coast
east coast beach towns as well

and Barbados
and the Caribbean islands

all the roads 
are lined with tourist resorts
beach views and restaurants

all very similar
yet different

and as the beach towns
fade away
behind us on the bus

my memories
of all the other beach towns
I have visited

fade away
into my memory hole

in Okinawa
the warm trade winds blow away
the coming winter