Emptying the Puddles-A Nod to “Get Smart”

Secret agents like

Maxwell Smart and Agent 99

sometimes do reconnaissance in Hawaii

for CONTROL, a counter-intelligence agency based in Washington, D.C.

created to thwart the evil KAOS

and to release the constant pressure

of trying to save the planet.

Today’s mission

should we choose to accept it

will be to empty the puddles.

It will take all day since it is still raining.

Max has donned a special pair of

cell phone galoshes in case he gets in over his head.

Brisk trade winds press against me

as I step out into the chill sixty degree air.

I am assigned to assist him

and am disguised in a striped green trench coat

yellow swim cap and khaki galoshes.

Max and I are intent on the goal

as we both jump into the first puddle.

Slosh, twerk, and slosh,

Slosh, twerk, and slosh.

Katoosh, I slide on my tushie into a red-orange bromeliad

my rubber galoshes now sailing into the stratosphere.

The chief watches from above

nods his head and remarks

no one said it would be easy Agent 99

as Max nose-dives into a potted dendrobium.

And so it goes.

Suck up and retreat

Suck up and retreat

until the chief tells us to dry off

persuading Max to drag his weary

secret agent butt inside

marching us both up to a bubbling hot tub

where we can take a breather and spy on the neighbor’s cats.

Burano 7

Water Lily

Water Lily

Hawaiian Waterfalls

Poems of the Super Moon

My poem,”Super Moon” has been accepted for inclusion in the Pen Women Press anthology, Poems of the Super Moon.
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Interview with American Writer, Eric Paul Shaffer

Cornelia Connie D. DeDona:

An Inspiring interview!

Originally posted on Geosi Reads:

Photo Credit: Mathew Ursua Photo Credit: Mathew Ursua

Brief Biography:

ERIC PAUL SHAFFER is author of five books of poetry, including Lāhaina Noon; Living at the Monastery, Working in the Kitchen; and Portable Planet. More than 400 of his poems have appeared in more than 250 local and national reviews as well as reviews in Australia, Canada, England, Ireland, Japan, New Zealand, Scotland, and Wales. Shaffer received the 2002 Elliot Cades Award, a 2006 Ka Palapala Po‘okela Book Award for Lāhaina Noon, and the 2009 James M. Vaughan Award for Poetry. He teaches composition, literature, and creative writing at Honolulu Community College. Shaffer will join the poetry faculty at the Jackson Hole Writers Conference in Wyoming from June 25-27, 2015.

Geosi Gyasi: From Wikipedia, you’ve been described as a Hawaiian novelist and poet. Could you spend some time talking about Hawai’i?

Eric Paul Shaffer: Hawai’i is a vibrant and exciting…

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Super Moon

I shiver under her power

and am numb.

Numb and insatiable.

As shifting tides,

yield to a Super Moon

bathing unabashed

in a hammerhead bay in the Pacific.

Sister Moon placid,

as she slices through indifferent curtains.

Until I witness her spirit again here in the Northeast.

As she straddles

cool peaks and crags

and I find myself drawn

to her again.

As I howl at her blood-red outline

gulp down the afterglow above.

Liebling- Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen (Darling- You Are Beautiful To Me)


Darling, I want to say I love you

but the words dodge my lips.

Unlike the sunrise, pinkish orange

skirting the Gunk’s

or the wind

swirling yellow-brown leaves

across the green carpet below.

And again

as we dance to a slow mambo

our inner fires smoldering

as we reflect on the growth of the knotty pine

and the ever-changing outdoor pageant.

Your shit-brown eyes

celebrate dawn’s early trek

value the remaining red and yellow leaves

as the orange and black winged Monarch snacks

on its flight to Mexico.

As we worship the violet sky,

and a single buck among the white tails

eats his way across the lawn.

I want to say I love you

when you hold me

and Time pauses to bow at our feet.

Even though I know it is too soon

for me to love anyone

that I am still all about me

that we live separate lives.

So for now

I will cherish the moments, French-pressed coffee

and the mountain that brought us together

always changing

always near

and the four seasons

as they wax and wane

their arresting beauty

devoted to ancient gods

that watch pleased from above.

© Connie DeDona 12-15-04

Sweet Deal

Bread and butter jam

honey into buzzing guest

sweetening the pot.


Cornelia Connie D. DeDona:

Rewritten; I think I’m done! LOL!!

Originally posted on Corney Press:


The road less traveled;

bulging gray, cynical and dusty


by sugary cake-world


spreading the good news.

By archaic beliefs


pious cloth.

(Remember to wash before wearing.)

As fiery dragons

breathing doubt

down at the local Dollar store

discounting derelict pennies

as they roar

once more

over the vacant

and obsolete

Five and Dime.

Art Inside "Fresh Cafe"


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The road

bulges gray, cynical and dusty.

Spent by sugary

cake-eating denizens

spreading the good news.


By archaic beliefs


pious cloth.

(Remember to wash before wearing.)


By hell-fire fans

down at the local Dollar store


derelict pennies

who  roar once more

over the obsolete

Five and Dime.


Art Inside "Fresh Cafe"



Another Way Out



There is a way out

But you are not even looking

And even he despises you for it

Can’t believe you are that stupid

or that lazy.

Woman, get out of your own way

the door is unlocked.

Prove them wrong

Prove to yourself

that you are not that beaten

or that occupied.


The fields are green

ripe with golden fruit

Clean your eyeglasses

and look

Remember the full moon.

Prepare for winter’s fall,

But do go.


AND find your passion

Breathe the salty air, taste orange glee

Pick the pink wild flowers

Place them

gently in your hair

and sway to the rhythm

of your purple heart.


Put down the crying towel

it is meant for another

It is meant to be a temporary solace

a place to reflect

pool your options

dream and

finally, to turn away from.


Open the door, child

and find

another room to dress

to plant those flowers

bring your good cheer.


The other BIG GUY upstairs

expects so much more

from you.


Do leave lollygag hill

and find your true self.

She waits

by the old cistern

filled with muddy water.

She knows your smell

and she still waits

and marvels at the time.





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