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Not A Quiet Girl 

c. Faith Harding

I’m not nor will I ever be a quiet girl-

I stopped my brother’s hockey game with my piercing shrill-

I’m LOUD-

I love concerts-

Without a doubt-

No, I’ll never be a quiet girl-

I’ve got a mouth-

Yelling-

It gives me such a thrill-

Speaking voice is bombastic-

Crude, rude-

Laughing LOUD-

Is SO fantastic-

I don’t want to be a quiet girl-

I want to be noticed-

I want to be pointed at-

I love it when people turn around and say, “SHHHHH!”

Volume goes up-

I can’t help but be sarcastic-

I love it LOUD-

Music-

Linguistics-

Booming in my ears-

My voice IS the one that stands out in the crowd-

Nope-

I’ll never be a quiet girl-

I like my voice-

LOUD AND PROUD-

My conscious choice-

Football and fans-

LOUD-

It’s awesome-

I’m usually around other LOUD people-

Incredible LOUD sounds-

Hollering-

Shrieking banshee-

Bass thumping-

Xena Warrior-

I do fancy-

  I won’t ever be a quiet girl-

I am the sparking LOUD jewel-

Not tacky-

Maybe tawdry-

Definitely tempting-

Like a big oyster pearl-

I’m not the quiet girl-

I’m LOUD-

Even when I try to be quiet-

Shut-up-

I just don’t do-

Quiet-

I’m too much of a riot-

A card-

A trip-

A pill-

No, I’ll never the quiet girl-

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FEAR AND CONSUMPTION

Inspired By Michael Moore and Marilyn Manson

For 9/11/04

c. Faith Harding

Waking up to “the world’s coming to an end it’s on TV”-

In my hung-over haze, I went into the living room to see-

The fall of our financial icons-

The crumbling twin towers-

I cried for the human lives lost-

It didn’t surprise me-

Something so Hollywood-

Just enough destruction, smoke and violence-

I watched in dumbfounded awe-

I was afraid for my friends in the City-

I was afraid for the people that were flying-

I was afraid of a mass terrorist invasion-

I was afraid so I kept watching-

Television, truly the weapon of mass destruction-

Told me to run and buy a  gas mask-

Muslims are the devil-

We must be hateful-

And all the while-

Bush is the liar-

Saudis are “leavin’ on a jet plane“-

No one knew-

How tightly connected-

The turn of the proverbial screw-

Connect the dots and we did find-

Cheney, Bush, Bin Laden and Saudis are The Corporation-

What is happening for money and power-

Greed seems to lead-

How appropriate the towers fell-

Wall Street-

Mean Streets of oil and free trade-

The few and sacrifice the many-

Scare them and they will follow-

Scare them and they will swallow-

Scare them and watch them run-

Consume, Consume and then some-

Even presented with the truth-

We turn our heads in dread-

We speak out and make a difference-

Labeled traitor and unpatriotic-

Many know and do nothing about it-

Don’t bother me-

Killing others isn’t ok-

Democracy is dead-

It’s the almighty dollar-

I speak out-

I believe in the power of one-

I don’t believe what the media and our government is shoveling at us-

I don’t believe that Iraqis are evildoers-

Nor the Afghanis-

We created the monsters-

Dr. Uncle Sam-

I believe in Lady Justice-

This government will pay a heavy price-

Bloodshed for no reason-

These are fellow humans-

We haven’t learned from our past-

I believe in resolution-

I believe in truth-

I believe in a future-

I believe in tolerance-

I believe in my own voice-

Work toward the positive choice-

I will never give up-

Government does not define a people-

I am change-

Art, education and compassion-

That represents a person-

Not fear and consumption-

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Aina, The Land, The Earth 

Faith  Harding

c. May 2003

If you’ve never been to this island and you find yourself willing here//

Something has called to you, drawing you near//

Mother Gai has given this world so many exotic places of intense beauty and sacred places//

Kaua’i, the ‘aina, truly aloha spirit, when I walk about, I can feel it//

From Polihale and Barking Sands//

Waimea’s grand effects to Koke’e’s cool climate//

Hanapepe’s art district and ‘Ele’ele’s quaint essence//

Pt. Allen’s small vessels, my favorite is Salt Ponds’ intense radiant sunsets//

South shore is where I reside, Omao means green, raining, raining nearly everyday//

Owl Bluff apartments, Kahili Mountains is my front door view//

I can see all the way to Po’ipu, my beach on South shore for sure//

Lots of people at the beach park, keikes playing, parties, food//

Monk seals and honus take a snooze//*

I love this particular part of the ‘aina, for here comes my ipo,  he lives in Po’ipu too//

On his boat we went to Kipu Kai, to me, the most romantic beach on Kaua’i//

On to Nawiliwili and Kalipaki Beach, watch the Love Boats come in and go//

Lihu’e is our county seat//

Ahukini Landing very old and rickety where the ghost stories of sugar cane workers remains//

All over the ‘aina it is such a damn shame//

Wailua Falls, “de plane, de plane”, Fantasy Island, to be under the falls on a mahina piha//

Feeling the moani through your hair, naked under the na hoku, do I dare?//

Kapa’a town is East side hustle and bustle, sadly, I try not to go there//

Taro patches in Anahola, North shore begins to appear//

Kilauea Lighthouse is the beacon bright, whale watching is an incredible sight//

Princeville is money and with that comes haoles//

Hanalei Bay is my favorite North shore spot//

Lots of lush greenery, plumeria, birds of paradise, hibiscus, coconuts, mangos, bananas, macadamia nuts//

The Gods and Goddesses made paradise lost, for Na Pali Coast has taken lives, the ultimate cost//

Warriors’ tales, Hawaiian lore, give no exit to Kalalau Trail//

Na Pali is omnipotent, it shimmers with falls and crevices so deep//

The camel, the squirrel, Larry, Moe and Curly in the cliffs you see//

So, this is my tale of my ‘aina aloha//

I’ve found a perfect example, that this haole girl has only begun to sample//

The magnitude of the Hawaiian ‘aina, beginning here on Kaua’i-//

This island’s adventure has given to me a mystique of stillness//

Oneness with the isle, truly, I can only live pono and I am blessed//

Perhaps live to be an old wahine and have the ‘aina as my place of rest//

* I had just written this line and took a break and headed to the water for a dip. As I was headed toward the water, a monk seal was coming up out of the water to beach itself at Po’ipu. I had never witnessed that. I always see them beached but I had never encountered the seal coming out of the water. It was like he/she heard me!!!