Long Here we go again Poems
Long Here we go again Poems. Below are the most popular long Here we go again by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Here we go again poems by poem length and keyword.
(Note: I am going on a journey to Yunnan, China
from May 18 to 28 -- to explore the wonders there.
My poetry posting will resume when I come back.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This tour trip
Special iterinary;
Yunnan beckons
Journey into
Mysterious realms;
Places in time
China gateway
Manifold possibilities;
Fragrant surprises
Here we go again,
My sweetheart and I;
Cheer enters sweetly
Spring time
Old China moments;
Modern settings
Lovely momento
Fleeting scenes;
Formal entrance
Wonder awaits
Our wandering;
China expose
As we leave
For the airport;
Thoughts of home
This hiatus
From ordinary days;
So much to pack
Hiatus like escape
Forfeits daily routines;
Holiday diversion toil
Hiatus from posting
No online e-poetry;
Just words on paper
On the road tour
Good writes will come;
Ink stains on parchment
Till then my friends
"Thank you. Be well. God bless."
More poetry 11 days forth!
Silk Air flight
Sunday wee hours;
Off we go then
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2014
Singapore
Moaning Mona
Oh! Oh!
Oh no,
moaning &
complaining;
her draping
archaic.
Drop a little off
the shoulder,
Mona, baby.
Show a bit
of cleavage.
Best to smile
and wink,
to stay abreast
with modern society.
Mona, don’t
grow cold.
Keep your clothes on.
Save the nudes
for someone else.
You’re only good
when you follow us-
your dark eyes
kept safe behind glass.
Don’t be mad, Mona,
your just a common figure
in history,
a class act,
not suited
to get between satin sheets.
Your mud-pool irises
and hair match-
same dye
for both, Mona dear?
Your alabaster skin
pale as moonlight.
Your handsome hands-
Leonardo found them
enticing. So do we
as we admire
your sleeves. Stay
grounded, Mona…
Complaining
and moaning-
oh no! Here we go again!
Oh…oh…
Moaning Mona.
4/13/2023
I'm visualizing! I am seeing objects
Mesmerized - my hypnotic state I appeal
Astounding! My pupils dilate at the vivid personality
The dreams I dream. They are not real
Night after night, sleeping with the twilight
It's extreme - frequently I see spirits
I am with the dead , halos on my head
I go into REM - I remember, too
All the pictures that I asleep, then view
I capture images - I slur - I speak
I tremble through each dream so weak
I wake - the superficial reality
I've taken control - what a calamity
This is real - these eyes saw the light
The lenses cracked the picture at dawn
I woke - I see - my dream died
I ponder - thee kaleidoscope of hues
I say in REM if I could only choose
Only a figment of my imagination
And yes utmost sure of exaggeration
The day goes by - I smell a garden
I walk the paths. I see sunlight
I make it through he day - welcoming the night
I pause , I yawn! Deep, deep ,deep
Wow! I again sleep! Mental images in my brain
Seeing things - I say - I remember them
Once upon a time - WOW! Here we go again
It's superficial - Don't you know?
But wait! The theory is it real?
Freud discovered what I might think
The elephant is pink- ink blots in my head
I'd rather wake and enjoy instead
My gardens and I pick the bouquet
Tossing this - I'd then thou wed
And matter of fact that perfect marriage
De ja vu! If only one knew, I'd see
That REM is haunting me - be it then be
To wake! And realism I accept! WHEW
WOW! Til death do us part, the ghost I wed
With the halo significantly on my head
I am an angel! I am reality. I now see
This superficial life I live vividly.
I walk the gardens sometimes in my dreams
And relationships die it always seems..
Thunder and lightning
Without any rain
Spells big trouble
Here we go again
Our spring flooding season
Has barely came to an end
Wildfire season is now here
So hard to comprehend
The firefighters scramble
The helicopters are in flight
All are working extremely hard
To take on this difficult fight
The inevitable knock on the door
Given the evacuation alert
Be prepared to leave
The police men assert
Anxiety and fear
Harder to ignore
Pack up the essentials
Keep them by the door
All the hardworking crews
Are gaining the upper hand
My evacuation notice is lifted
Won’t have to leave my land
My nightmare is over
But the fight is far from done
Firefighters will still be busy
They’re in it for the long run
** I’ve been pretty busy, and unable to write for a while. There are 3 wildfires within 20 kilometres of my place here in the Okanagan Valley. I’m in a safe place, but if the wind picks up, things could drastically change. :(
Here we go again...why Lord why?,
did my so called friend choose to stay blind?,
offended to hear a view in love,
it pains my heart that he didn't care enough,
to stay.....
I really tried not to offend, and explained it was only a view,
I'm still here, still caring, still loving through,
should i go on believing that friends are far and few and in between,
when i take the time to listen, take their constructive critisizm and thank them for telling me,
was it so much in the words they say, or more in their loves hand,
to make that effort, it was more of loves intent to try and understand,
i cannot begin to say how much that means to me,
that you would care enough to tell me the realness that you see,
if it doesnt come out sounding nice, i will take a minute to reflect,
and practice humbling myself and shutting my mouth, in love and out of respect,
because you cared enough not to humor me and told me the truth,
that is why you are my friend, and in my heart i love you.
So here we go again, hide and go seek,
Except this time I'm not looking, you can come and find me,
The minute I don't want to play your game of tag,
You yell "Your It!", to get my attention again,
I roll my eyes, I smile and waive,
I'll let you believe your the champion of your game,
Maybe if you believe that your winning the game your playing,
You'll eventually get tired of the impression your making,
This is the routine, I shake my head, why???
God,,,this happens every time!,
Its like I'm sitting down watching a movie, cuddled up in my blanket,
Watching you sing and dance, lol, I must say, it's entertaining,
Don't you ever get tired? Come sit and rest,
I have no need to dress to impress,
Your story will speak through the experience shared,
Calm down boy, I'm sitting right here, lol!
Political debate
Sense and nonsense;
Emotional postures
~~~~~~~~~
Strange faces
Prowling vampires;
Blood bank rapture
~~~~~~~~~
Another field day
Fiery speeches;
Free-for-all postures
~~~~~~~~~
Scramble around
Hustle and bustle;
"Vote for me!"
~~~~~~~~~
Easy promises
Entertaining smudges;
Crazy claims galore
~~~~~~~~~
Witness here
Good, bad, and ugly;
Vote with eyes open
~~~~~~~~~
Empty talk hurls
Acidic vitality;
Bizarre entertainment!
~~~~~~~~~
Floodgates open
Hungry ghost festival;
Be ever mindful
~~~~~~~~~
Be still my heart
Let the truth dawn;
Follow your heart
~~~~~~~~~
Here we go again
Lots of campaigns;
Lacking substance
~~~~~~~~~
Seeing is believing
Hearing is deceiving;
Too much noise
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 September 2015
Singapore
I was going to add a long remix track to a playlist,
A playlist called ‘Waitin For the Bus in the Dark’,
But waitin for the bus in the dark is as tedious as it is -
Making a remix tedious alongside it wouldn’t make sense.
The remix is exciting now -
Anticipating excitement knocking on my eardrums as I wonder how the tune will change.
But next time,
If I play it too soon,
I’ll know.
I’ll just know.
Knowing keeps listening from being curious,
And makes it here we go again.
But “here we go again” are lyrics in an excellent song -
1973 by James Blunt.
Maybe I could add that with the remix to the playlist
And never know which will play first.
Maybe I could add so many songs
That twill be one unmemorable remix
That won’t all play in the time I’m waiting for the bus,
One unmemorable remix that Spotify can shuffle out of order.
The bus I’m waiting for now is too long away
To make it to my trans support group before it ends,
So I’ll make my way home
And bump into an old friend
Who must have started to find me tedious
Or forgotten about me,
Like a song on shuffle that barely plays,
Forgotten how good it is.
Here we go again,
You talking all that nonsense
But let me put you on, my friend.
How to kill an ego?
This thing that keeps you going,
This thing that makes you tell yourself, I'm the best. I deserve this.
The same thing that lets you rip through lives,
Limb from limb,
Yet also lets you save one,
When things are looking grim.
How to kill an ego?
You want to know?
Let me tell you the ways.
But first
Think of life.
Think of your purpose here, right now.
Think of that ego steering you clear
Of the goals you say you want to achieve.
So what do we do?
Try to kill it?
No—there ain’t no stopping it.
So let’s see if we can guide it,
Live in harmony with it.
I want you to think of something important,
Something that sets your soul on fire.
Now attach your ego to it
Let it drive you higher.
See, that ego is always moving,
Flying around, landing next,
Figuring out whose life it’ll shape,
Or whose it’ll wreck.
That ego will take you high in the heavens,
Make you sing hallelujah,
Make you rich beyond measure
Or drag you into ruin.
But it can also feed your family,
Build your community,
Set your people up for life.
That ego can be self-love
Or it can be self-destruction.
So how do we guide the ego?
Attach it to a purpose.
Make sure it's true.
And when all else fails, and you don’t make it through,
Look up to me,
And I’ll show you the man I want to be.
It’s time to stop trying to kill the ego
Maybe, just maybe,
It’s time to guide it,
Because if you do it right...
It might just set you free.
Here we go again,
Another story of love’s pain
I met a girl on the internet
The things she said just made me sweat
We been doing it for 6 months now
And ever time has been mmmm…. Wow
Until it happened one day
Just after a bit of you know play
Me loins were burning as if on fire
Not because of her fuelling desire
No! Burning, I was in pain
Me bit tripled in size, how do I explain?
This! to my wife Jane?
I got on the chats and shouted at her,
“You two faced, low down, dirty little, saboteur.”
“At birth they should have strangled you with the umbilical cord,”
“You probably had more pr—ks than a second hand dart board.”
I was wrath and not holding back,
I would give her a piece of my mind before giving her the sack.
Then she said, “ It’s not me, it your fault for being in a hurry,”
“You didn’t wash your hands and the burning is the remnants of your curry.”
“So it’s not me to blame but you are the one,”
“This is an internet relationship and you pulling your todger, spoiled the fun.”
“We would had not know each other until this day,”
“You had a fantasy girl and my relationship was gay.”
“Now we can’t go on because I am your lodger.”
I said “WHA THE F—K!, I'LL KILL YOU, ROGER?”