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Casualities Poem 2/30

Caualities
written by vaimoana litia makakaufaki niumeitolu
Para MSQP
Harlem, NYC Baby
April 2014

1
when i had weapons of war
you had your arms
wrapped around my belly
of bombs & nightmares
you brought
embraces and home
no violence
no battles
i brought
broken plates and kitchen
warm rice
cold lemonade
confrontation
history and science
books that can not be read
only learned over time

2
Esposa
i never wanted to be handcuffed
you never thought you were good enough
to have me
tied up and bound
freedom
that is what we were both fighting for

3
you requested love
my inside voice
cariños
carressing my high cheek bones
cantar
gliding my inner thighs

4
i requested love
speaking out loud
poesia
amazing grace translations that are
not lost but found
reading
fresh water
and
peace

5
you crave peace
of
mind
heart
soul
rhythm
100 pieces of mi corazon y mi amor
exist in our Pacific Ocean
on your coastline and mine

6
this marriage is war to me
you said you don’t want it to end
i wanted the war to end
come home
you said
again
and
again
come home

 

 

 

 

 

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Blue Eucalyptus & Lavender Poem 1/30

I cheated. I wrote this poem in 2011. The first time I read this poem aloud for peeps was in Chicago in 2012. I want to read this poem LIVE aloud for my Mum. I love her so much. Hope you Enjoy!
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Blue Eucalyptus & Lavender
Para Mama
written by vaimoana litia makakaufaki niumeitolu
Inwood; NYC, NY
2011
I watched Mama do laundry, taxes, pray daily
solve math problems on campus and off campus
speak un-broken-re-mixedEnglish
black y blueberry bruises make up and made up lives
in our blue trailer in this trailerpark InternationalIntegrationIndigenous
Incredible neighborhood of nuevaAmerica
where we ate our orange marmalade on toasted english muffins
for breakfast—whaaaaat?!!
We lived on University Avenue
Avenue of the hardestworkingDreams that mop your floors & clean your counters
The Avenue of our Mormon patriarchal not matriarchal blessings
I live there
Education was why we came to live in this fenced in gravel snow cement grass patch
We landed and discovered these pilgrims’ promised perpetual land
Opportunities don’t wait for the bus or lay-a-ways
Infinite walks under moonlight alongside a car without registration and insurance
Call back next moth, let’s see what our dreams will bring then
when we got some to give
you

She woke up early to go to work and get me ready for kindergarten
I woke up early to explore this NewWorld, this NewLandlockedLand
once ocean
the evidence is everywhere: You, Me, seashells, seapeeople, seafood
seadollars that can’t pay the rent or buy a christmas tree
or even be placed on an altar surrounded by candlelight
these exoskeletons are no longer desirable
our own skeletons come alive
we function our human machine being
protect
excrete
sense
support
feed and act as barrier
against desiccation
in
our
telestial
terrestial
or
celestial
heaven
This is the Place This NewLand
we don’t got to rely on the sea
so we aint haveta survive on ocean, moon and/or tide
no need to call whale, brother or sister
seal and turtle, cousin
We can forget those modes and mobiles of communication
We got the melchizedek priesthood and hell
We got pre-existence pre-knowing you
We got these pretests to take, we knew in our pre-mortal life
All this education pre-kindergarten

She was the 1st
1st one to leave
for college in new zealand
1st mormon in her familia
1st tongana PhD in the mainland of this united states of north america
1st
1st
You are 1st, Mama
This is the Place
1st
This is the Place, you belong
You are 1st
Not me, not Fui, not Loa, ‘Amelia or David
Not your Husband, your Father, Saia or your Mother, ‘Ana Vaimoana
Not your Sisters, Mani, Kalo, or Brothers, Haloti, Saia, Kelepi
Not your grandchildren
Not Siaosi, Sara, Vai, Edna, Fui, Kepa, Mailo, or Victoria
Not your students, your boss, your boss’s boss,
Not everyone or anyone
This is the Place
First Place
You are 1st, Mama

I listened to Mama drink coco, read books, sing out loud
She always tucked me into bed
She was the one who went to sleep late and woke up early
She was first to hang up my paintings and drawings all over her home and office
She gave me my first paint brush and paint
She gave me my first paper and pen
She gave me my first book to read

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she never knew she was the cause

i’m still in Utah. today I am blasting poetry in Sandy. One of my favorite poems and poets. I listen intently to this poem time and time again. I am always moved. para siempre. thank you Mikey. I hope you and my Papa are sharing stories. malo ‘aupito.

Seeking the Cause
by Miguel Piñero

he was Dead he never Lived died died he died seekin’ a Cause seekin’ the Cause

because he said he never saw the cause but he heard the cause heard the cryin’ of hungry ghetto children heard the warnin’ from Malcolm heard the tractors pave new routes to new prisons died seekin’ the Cause seekin’ a Cause he was dead on arrival he never really Lived uptown . . . downtown . . . crosstown body was round all over town seekin’ the Cause thinkin’ the Cause was 75 dollars & gator shoes thinkin’ the Cause was sellin’ the white lady to black children thinkin’ the cause is to be found in gypsy rose or j. b. or dealin’ wacky weed and singin’ du-wops in the park after some chi-chiba he died seekin’ the Cause died seekin’ a Cause and the Cause was dyin’ seekin’ him and the Cause was dyin’ seekin’ him

he wanted a color t. v. wanted a silk on silk suit he wanted the Cause to come up like the mets & take the world series he wanted . . . he wanted . . . he wanted . . . he wanted to want more wants but he never gave he never gave he never gave his love to children he never gave his heart to old people & never did he ever give his soul to his people he never gave his soul to his people because he was busy seekin’ a cause busy busy perfectin’ his voice to harmonize the national anthem with spiro t agnew busy perfectin’ his jive talk so that his flunkiness wouldn’t show busy perfectin’ his viva-la-policia speech downtown . . . uptown . . . midtown . . . crosstown his body was found all over town

seekin’ a Cause seekin’ the Cause found in the potter fields of an o. d. found in the bowery with the d. d. t.’s his legs were left in viet-nam his arms were found in sing-sing his scalp was on Nixon’s belt his blood painted the streets of the ghetto his eyes were still lookin’ for jesus to come down on some cloud & make everything ok when jesus died in attica his brains plastered all around the frames of the pentagon his voice still yellin’ stars & stripes 4 ever riddled with the police bullets his taxes bought he died seekin’ a Cause seekin’ the Cause while the Cause was dyin’ seekin’ him he died yesterday he’s dyin’ today he’s dead tomorrow died seekin’ a Cause died seekin’ the Cause

& the Cause was in front of him & the Cause was in his skin & the Cause was in his speech & the Cause was in his blood but he died seekin’ the Cause he died seekin’ a Cause he died deaf dumb & blind he died & never found his Cause because you see he never never knew that he was the Cause.

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RE POEM. para Palestine. para all of us.

RE POEM
para Palestine. para all of us.
by
vaimoana litia makakaufaki niumeitolu
Harlem Baby USA
may 9, 2012


remember
reaffirm
reclaim
rename
rebuild
reconstruct
recreate
resist
rewrite
recognize
recover
revolution.

reduce
receive
rebel
relocate
redwood
read
remark
reengage
ready
rectify
refine
re access
recess
reevaluate
reality.

reciprocate
redeem
relish
refuse
refresh
regard
relax
recite
refute
repeat
relief
record
report
restore
rest.

research
reflection
reside
regal
regular
relationships
represent
resilience
respect
return
remain.

At 7.30 this morning (9 May) a small group of Palestinian prisoner solidarity activists in Ramallah swooped down on the United Nations compound in Ramallah. They blocked the main gate and doorway, preventing entrance to the UN building. UN employees have been turned away, sent home for the day. They are protesting against the UN’s lack of action for the 2000+ Palestinian prisoners currently on hunger strike in Israeli jails…
Full report: electronicintifada.net/blogs/asa-winstanley/palestinians-shut-down-un-building-ramallah-protest-inaction-over-hunger

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Day 13, Poems #3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 & 13 (Happy Birthday Teti!!!)

In just a few minutes, it will be Friday April 13, 2012.

Today is my father, Tangata Niumeitolu’s 74th Birthday!!! Happy Birthday Teti!!! ‘Ofa lahiiiii atuuuuuuuu!
I thank you for giving me life. I thank you for all my gifts. I thank you for all my talents. I thank you for my love for art. I thank you for my love of culture y language. I thank you for waking up, even to this day, at 5 am every morning, just to make me breakfast (If I was in Utah with you and Mama, I know we would eat breakfast every morning together), to make sure I always have something to eat 🙂 Thank you Papa! Malo ‘aupito para Mi vida!!! ‘OFA LAHI ATUUUUUUUUUU!

This Series of haiku’s are titled, “ALL ABOUT MY FATHER.”

MAN
You are Tangata
You cry and share your feelings
You are a real man
*Tangata in Tongan means man

FORGIVENESS
Generosity
is what you gave me today
I use it wisely

AESTHETIC
You always had it
We are from Tonga you said
The World needs us now

EMBRACES
Embrace the ‘ofa
This language you want to
speak daily here, now

LAST DROP
Cold turkey, Not one
Sip, Gulp, Swallow, of poison
You kept your promise

ABUELO
4 daughters, 1 son
10 grand children, blood cancer heart
wife, home, Tonga, happiness

SIAOSI (NIUMEITOLU)
My Hero, Doctor, Love
Your Father, My Grandfather
Family Forever

FROM TONGA TO UTAH TO TONGA AGAIN
You are not home here
You want to be over there
ocean side, mangos

CHOCOLATE & SPAM
I send you all your
favorites: chocolate and
spam, manioke

GROCERY SHOOPING
My favorite thing
to do with you was to buy
gummi bears for us

‘OFA ATU TETI!
I thought you did not
care. I was very wrong y
Happy Birthday Dad!

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Poem#2

Day 2, Poem#2

creating possibility aqui
by
vaimoana litia makakaufaki niumeitolu
Harlem Baby USA
NYC, NY

first of all,
before
i can
create
possibility
i gotta give up
what’s not
possibility
& get to a place
of
nothing

i’m giving up
i don’t make no difference
i’m giving up
i’m fat and ugly, i can’t stop eating cookies
give me chocolate, i gotta have this
i’m giving up
i can’t reach my goals
what’s the use
this aint cool
no one cares
hello, do you see me?
i’m giving up
i failed and i am failure
it doesn’t feel good
it doesn’t feel like i’m successful
failing sucks, who said its the winning formula?
you aint listening
i’m giving up
i gotta be perfect
cuz damn, i aint and i don’t wanna be
stop

i’m giving up
the world is evil
it chups to be human
being
on this planet
too much, too much
people suck
i hate people
go away
i aint listening
i aint strong all the time

i’m giving up
i gotta be strong all the time
i’m giving up
you gotta be strong all the time

i’m giving up
coldness
distance
force
you aint got me
i’m not the one
your gonna hurt me

i’m giving up
i can’t make a difference
with
you
i’m giving up
i am not
connected to
you

yes, giving alllllllllllll
of that up
right
now
aqui

whewwwwww
now, i’m at nothing

in this nothingness
this blank canvas
this space to create
anything
i’m now painting
creating possibility
aqui
i’m creating
connection
with you
and me
we
i’m creating
we all make a difference
and i will hold you to it
please hold me to it
i am the one
we are the ones
we have been creating for

i’m creating
we listen to each other
as powerful people
who are gentle and funny
yes, we funny
and we serious about our laughter
cuz we bring the joy aqui
anywhere
in shit, in chaos,
in sunrise or moonlight

i’m creating ‘OFA
i love with my whole heart
and there is nothing to break
cuz my love aint a plate or vase
my love is air and ocean
ever sourceful, we all got it
Somos ‘Ofa
‘Ofa atu

i’m creating you/me
joy, freedom and love
leadership y paz
delicious
juicy
tantalizing
embraces
and sugar y debt free-dom

i’m painting aqui
i’m listening aqui
i’m praying aqui
i’m singing aqui
i’m laughing aqui
i’m loving aqui
i’m creating aqui

Fri. March 30, 2012; Spitting Poesia at Closing of International Women's Exhibit at Rio Gallery, Broadway Housing Communities; Harlem; NYC, NY

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Poem#1

Happy Poetry Month! I’m doing the challenge. Today is Day 1. Here is my 1st poem:

te amoana
by
vaimoana litia makakaufaki niumeitolu
Harlem World USA
NYC, NY

i said siempre
you said never leave
me
you never wanted to hold
me
down
like holding the string of a
pink balloon of helium
with your foot
you can’t hold down what
you are surrounded by
like
air

you said siempre
i said i will leave
free you/myself
dreams fulfilled
fly away
flying is like walking to me
i wanted to run with you
you wanted to drive
your truck with me right
next to you
you drove
from
utah
to new york
to virginia
too far

you came up with
te amoana
texted it
spoke it
laughed  it
thought you smart
word play
with heart play
but i believed it
te amo
i love myself

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baby, we got to…

a poem in progress, freestyle this morning, maybe will be a song, this is what i’m feeling. you feel me?
i love you. te amo. te amoana. i love myself. universe entrada.

baby, we got to wait
listen
read
speak
each other, our world, our universe
we got to

baby, we got to eat
feed
taste
drink
each wholeness, goodness, deliciousness
each others music
harmony in flesh
melody moving our bones
we got to, let’s do

baby, we got to hug
family
community
ourselves
each other now
hug each leg and finger
hug my thighs and hug my belly
i’m hugging your hands between my
hugs of your skin and teeth
my smile hugging your smile
we got to, let’s do

baby, we got to laugh
cry
holler
rage
soft
sweet
yells
release
orgasm
now, all over each other
we got to, really, we have to
we must now
baby, let’s do it for
our ancestors
the world
each other
baby, we got to

baby, we got to
baby, we got to
baby, we got to
baaaabbbbbbbbbbbby
let’s do

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magical

ohhhhhhh, it just turned after midnight…i missed posting for dec. 19, 2011. what a magical day!

just finished having a spectacular dinner/sharing/convos/connection with my 2 amazing gurlfriends C and M. thank you hermanas! gonna FREESTYLE this.

laughter
eating
letting go of pain through pain-ting joy
no more drama, no more pain
we all on a new rocket ship
yogurt covered pretzels
butterscotch couch of comfort, safety and home
receiving blessings
in abundance.
you got me.
i got you.
i got you universe, i know you got me.

heart (candle) flames

conjuring the ocean, feeling the cowry, cowries got my back

we still growing

‘ofa atu.
i’m gonna stay up all night working on my moana love boedega–getting orders out before christmas, thank you, thank you, thank you for all your support and love and magic.

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learning. love.

FREESTYLE ~ FREEEEEDOM, LIBERTAD
wrote this on dec. 13, 2011–posting it today, 5 days later, bear with me, while i catch up on my posts…

kale
pronounced ka-le
not the kale rhyming with sale
can’t sell this
tongan way, español too
estoy aprendiendo…
red wine
cranberry y apple kisses
i’m learning from you
i have an idea
(christmas) light bulbs above our heads
i am embracing your confrontations
you confront my fears
we both wanted to be whole together
don’t work that way
ever
we are both learning that we are whole on our own
TOGETHER
gots to get it together
together we must give
Up
what we never wanted to do in
our lives
too scary, too vulnerable, too tender
too stubborn
too passionate
too alive
too immature
too wise
too hole lee and
holy
we only got one life
if we are together, do we get 2 lives?

i’m learning how to construct
you are learning to be a contractor
what is our contract? what can we construct together?
undocumented
unknowing
unforgiving
Let us forgive, forgive, FOR GIVE, each other
free each other
i got these aches in these red rock caves
you can scratch on these walls
paint the places i can’t reach
gold
shale
heart rock
we must share with each other
i want to swallow your fire over and over and over again
building a foundation
a house
a home
how did we attract each other?
how did we come together?

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