Best Gong Poems
Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades!
Heralding the seventieth year of the River
Play the flute
O ye poetic comrades!
A symphony of moving waters.
As the river flows, not withstanding
Its stage of life into craving streams
So does of the poetic life of Lindsay Barrett
Flows into the open hearts of juvenile poets
Making classics out of their juvenilia
Lindsay Barrett is the River
Making streams from the belly of juveniles.
Sound the gong
O ye comrades!
Lindsay Barrett is the River that sups with
The Ocean for poetic genius
He knows the Ocean
This River has traveled afar
He has sojourned forty five years in west Africa!
Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades
The River knows the Ocean
For the river is seventy today.
This River has a favorite song;The ***** Speaks of Rivers
And this song is from a beloved departed Ocean
Departed ocean?
Langston Hughes is the departed Ocean
Departed out of our sight,but his memory
shall live on in our hearts;
''I've known rives
I've known rives ancient as
The world and older than the flow
Of human blood in human veins
My soul has grown deep like the rivers''
Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades!
Poetic streams; children of Lindsay Barrett
Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades!
For the river is seventy today!
Happy Birthday Daddy!
15/9/2011
Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship
the DING has sure been taken out of the
rama dama ding dong
No ones home, the juries out
G-d is dead?
Shell, Chevron and Texaco
have reduced the life expectancy of people in the Niger delta
to 50 years ......
The Oil companies are fracking the hell
out of the water table ....from here to Canada and back
and guess what..then they can up the price of
BOTH oil and FRESH? water??
Who are the bell ringers [Ask Jessica Ernst how the water is in her well?]
Where are the bell ringers [hmmm, Canada?]
[Strangled in the nooses of corrupt governments]
DO say! Do doubt! Do think....
Take a whistle blower home for dinner!
Blinded by the stars [lulled into limbo by Flamingo dancers]
living vicariously ..voyeurs
peeping through the key holes of ****-holes
Pull yourselves UP..OUT, declare COMMIT
re-remember what it means
to have YOUR WORD mean something
re-remember what it means to be a friend.
Free yourself, for no one else will.
Fallacies RING true to the disempowered
there DONGs removed, their clappers plucked
Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll was the mantra
of MY age, and HELL NO I WON'T GO
our calling card.
*Thank you to my muse and friend Rueben O.
for inciting this ancient ding-dong :)
Please read his excellent write [Didn't Don't]
In poignant verse
I seek to disperse
to the Universe
Without profanity
An egregious crime
against humanity
A glorious ancient practice
of calming body and mind
consummated by truth, patience
Infused by being kind
A current victim so courageous
enduring a crime that is outrageous
To yearning hearts
what could be finer
than this ancient practice
of the people of China
Falun Gong :
a mediation so
trans formative
It exponentially elevates
The healthy years you live
Their living in a time
of excruciating crime
where a basic human right
Demands a constant
vigilant fight
In exchange
for the peace that they engaged
Somehow their government
became enraged
Falun Gong, if you follow
carries a sentence quite hollow
Their Governments Reward ?
Is a far cry from
harmonious applaud
The vision your mind
conceives as the absolute farthest
Is indeed a Forced
Organ Donor Harvest
Perpetrated by the
Chinese Communist Party
Because these practitioners
body's are Very Very Hearty
If my verse did edify
And your heart thirsts to assist
Please don't offer an alibi
or be a cohort
Support, Support, Support
184wds.
It is hard to take back the things said
Hard for the storks hovering in the air to vanish beyond the longing of the times
Once the bullet is extracted from the wound
Do not throw it away
For it is implanted in your blood
It is in proportion with the stature of your soul!
Once you release the song from within
And feel at ease
You can contemplate the day in a different light
You will feel satiated by the tribulations of life,
By the moment of pain.
Once the nights, round like the full moon, are here
And the gates of the underworld close
Leave those useless petty ornaments on the seabed,
Take delight in the forgotten thought of your mother
And the frigid breath of the rainy Friday…
If only you knew about the bitter tears the mirrors shed when you left,
How the Pleiades got thinner next to the plum tree in the courtyard
How I also felt the firm hand of expectation in my chest!
The wind slams the gates of the future
What is life…
But,
An inhalation of high summer right in the middle of the archipelago!
I have not spent a single moment
Without a stroke,
Not a single afternoon without a song.
I have not left a single white dove without treating it to basil
But there is no single grain of rain left upon my fingers,
No sunflower seed left unharvested in my net.
Gong of Om, within us resounds
It’s the cosmic current
Bliss throbs within us gently pound
Rhythm thus concurrent
Nectar vectors mapping
Bliss spirals form wrapping
Sound of one hand clapping
We are home
Gong of Om
08-June-2022
Quietus
cherry blossoms
in the temple
a gong sounds
Breathing in than breathing faster,
A perfect disaster this life of mine.
I need a drink while I'm still here waiting,
For this to all to be over and I'll be home.
To sit by myself and think for a second
Turning into minutes and now hours long.
I turn on the T.V. just clear the silence,
But just like always there is nothing on.
Except for the news, but thats so depressing,
And the weather man is always wrong.
I lift up my voice to clear out the ghost,
With a voodoo doll and my imported monkey gong.
It's pretty and gold, red trimming and swirls,
My own ancient chinese secret hex reverse curse.
It says ring it once and bow to the east,
Than read the inscription its in cantonese.
If I follow these simple directions my demons will be driven,
But unfortunately my ghost only seem to speak english.
Than they complimented me on efforts with a nice try,
A pat on my back and even said to me good night.
GONG-XI-FA-CAI 2021
Heart feels deep fest
Apt joy frames quest
Prize spring time zest
Pique precious poise
Yield to fond voice
Charm clusters choice
Here share fine smiles
Ink words that style
Note cheer worthwhile
Etch sensuous feel
Sense how time heals
End and start seal
Light up your mood
Urge moves fond good
Nice festive food
Ask for health here
Rich wealth funds cheer
Niche profound spheres
Exult with gifts
Watch wonder lift
Yes grand thrills sift
Enjoy good feel
Art mellows thrill
Reap warm goodwill
Now and here see
Emerge and be
Wise heart feels free
Niche warm greetings
Old ways meeting
Rites of grand spring
Make feelings skip
Apt ample trip
Love in warm grip
Notice the way
Instincts lift stay
Moments of play
Blessings of peace
Love in full lease
Exact fine ease
Live festive flair
Invoke fond airs
Voice greets affair
Indulge warm art
Now sparkling start
Glimpse of deep art
Gong-Xi-Fa-Cai
Greetings now style
Share sacred smiles
Leon Enriquez
12 February 2021
Singapore, CNY Day #1
(Note: Gong-Xi-Fa-Cai is
the traditional greeting for
Chinese New Year — CNY)
TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 1
Jammin jammin jammin,
jam on rightful king.
In the lounges of Zion,
with your childhood ally.
Peter Tosh together rocking steady.
Rock on as it were in Trench town.
Robert Nesta Marley,
the stone that the builder refused.
Reggae`s undisputed cornerstone,
you adviced judge not.
That we check out,
the real situation.
And that one love,
should emit positive vibration.
Africa unite,
smile Jamaica.
Who the cap will t,
time will tell.
We shall pay no mind,
to top ranking.
We shall be,
easy ‘skanking’.
So much trouble in the world,
but atleast the sun is shining.
Yesterday we cried, we wept for the loss of peace
Last night, we both mourned the demise of tranquility
We yearned in futility for that quietude
That made our spirits flutter
We bemoaned the annihilation of that calmness
That gave life to our souls
We clustered, finding solace in each other
Looking up to the skies for console and comfort
Finding nothing but the glitter of the stars
And the half smile of the moon
As right down at us it starred
Offering nothing but its shiny and piercing light
Amadi, yesterday you heard it first
You singled out the sound of the gong
Amidst the cacophony of juggling and music and noise
You told me that you hear the gong sounding
You held my head still to make me hear
But like the woodpecker, I refused to listen,
I let my revelry drown my sense of listening
Last night, that time when we snuggled up together
When we turned to each other for security none could provide
When joy burned low like the embers of half-charred coal
I swore I'll find my eyes even in the darkness
I vowed to wake the sleeping sun
To make it shine again for you and for me
Amadi, listen, I hear that gong sounding again
It's not the same with yesterday
This morning, it sounds with gaiety
Encompassed by the serenity that yesterday was beclouded by anxiety
Yesterday, when the gong sounded,
It bore the echo of uncertainty and the fear of the unknown
Today, it sounds again heralding the onset of hope
And ushering the light of a fresh dawn
TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 2
So we bring ‘Kaya’ now,
is this love?
Get up stand up,
could you be loved.
Liberation in Zimbabwe,
we are yet to see this.
This bad card,
can easily yield war.
Because these ‘crazy baldheads’,
are still running amok.
So we best plot our exodus,
assured by the three little birds.
Iron lion zion,
one drop one drop.
The deputy ran for dear life,
when you shot the sheri .
Hence tonight we`ll be burning
and looting,
in search of a redemption song.
And so ‘Tu Gong’ ,
stir it up.
No woman no cry,
no longer waiting in vain.
It is indeed a natural mystic,
forever loving Jah.
A powerhouse of gregarious silliness
for our delight and entertainment
Chuck Barris weekly orchestrates
his national amateur talent show
comprised of bizarre exploits
none of your conventional class acts
unique offbeat eccentric spectacles
for the questionable and less discerning palate
guaranteed a few good laughs peppered by
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Walks in brown bag over head
the unknown comic snickering
unloading sarcasm by the truckload
taunting daring wingnuts on standby
Chuck invites lineups of hopeful contestants
out to show off their disputable skills and talents
performers dubious absurd and outlandish
come for their five minutes of fame and glory
most delusional hoping not to hear reverberate
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Comes singer Boxcar Willie followed by
Gene Gene the Dancing Machine
the anticipation at an all time high
it’s a circus invasion on our tv
flaunting their wares publicly on air
exhibitions with guts and little pride
worst acts of the week preposterous
scores on scale 0 to 10 overruled
contributing to the silliness of our youth
the resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 27, 2020 for contest LIVING IT UP FOR LAUGHTER sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 2ND
He lights a stick of musk incense
to trounce the air that reeks of gloom.
The Queen`s side pose on fifty pence
deflects a brazen bullet of doom.
From bulling boots, a startling sheen
reflects his face and then his bride,
no tank is like the limousine with
blacked out windows--hitch a ride?
He seeks the light, like manic moths
before he signs the reaper`s scroll.
Though trenches hide all khaki cloth,
all bullets burrow like the mole.
He sees the spectre`s dusky grin
a bugle now plays `The Last Stand`.
Stars are nails in twilight`s coffin
hammered in place by warfare`s hand.
Like Quasimodo striking bells
this hunchback soldier triumphs through.
A fife is blown to drown out shells
though nothing's there. His mind. Askew.
The gong of Om
Our gasp does not last,
for what’s past is past,
so best we don’t rue,
the vanishing dew.
We exhale a gale
on which others sail,
who we so ensoul,
thus blissful and whole.
Silence has a hum
of a divine drum,
as the pulse of life,
fills us with joy rife.
Dance’s enigmatic,
so why be static,
choosing to outpour
love through every pore.
21-May-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Om
I'm going with the chi inside of me. I'm humming to the sound of the gong. I'm saying good bye to anxiety and emotions that don't belong..Let the tributaries flow and set me free. They've been there all along. I'm listening to my blood as it speaks to me, it's writing a brand new song.