Long Hong Poems
Long Hong Poems. Below are the most popular long Hong by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Hong poems by poem length and keyword.
Ricky, you may have been around the world.
You have seen many different flags unfurled.
Is it true you found a girl wherever you went?
I would say your time was very well spent.
You knew a pretty senorita down in Mexico.
Up in Alaska, you saw a cute little Eskimo.
Your sweet fraulein in Berlin made your heart yearn.
A China doll in Hong Kong waited for your return.
A few nights were shared with a Polynesian baby.
You had a good time there, and I don’t mean maybe.
Nobody will disagree you were a traveling man.
You attracted women as well as any man can.
You are gone now, so there is no longer a choice.
However, we are thankful we can still hear your voice.
Continued from Part 2
Some kid is spraying Clearasil,
He wants to make his pimples nil;
He paints his breath with chlorophyll;
I’m in the dream of someone ill
I’m fleeing but I feel a goose,
Behind me grins a guy named Bruce,
His velvet miniskirt is puce
Why can’t I even call a truce?
There’s Billy Graham on a binge
His holy words do make me cringe;
If nonsense were a door with fringe
Then Billy Graham would be the hinge
I hear some Wallace words unkind
How has our race so soon declined?
His thoughts should be in sheit enshrined;
Thank god my eyes are color blind
The Beverly Hillbillys pace the street
The crowds are lying at their feet
While Petticoat Junction joins the fleet
And Green Acres makes it complete
I guess I know that something’s wrong
I haven’t yet met old King Kong,
They say ‘he went back to Hong Kong
For that is where he do belong’
Now I’m pausing in the gloom
And watch the reruns they exhume
They still do stink, I smell the fume;
To run away I must resume
Here comes Mitch, he’s singing songs
While Lawrence Welk, he beats the gongs;
I need to buy some racing thongs,
Instead they sell me three Ding Dongs
Behind me now there grows a tree
While Howdy Doody bends his knee;
I haven’t lost my sanity,
I’m merely tuned to Channel Three
End
M-me S-stranger
M-watt he say
dat vogonese
b-4 he flu away
deep-sea me, deep-sea me
thot dat at lease
i new vogonese
hee-haw-why-yen me
knot no vogonese
under-neat da kokomo tree
thot i lern a thing ore three
S-***hole
M-watt u say
yea wok away
hee-haw-why-yen wee say
d**n dat how-lee bugga
day knot nice slang say
d**g dat how-lee bugga
S-dat is knot a nice thing 2 say
M-watt u say
u no luke how-lee
u luke mo hong-kongnese
S-i am knot hong-kongnese
i am ja-pa-nay
from toe-key-yoyo
M-do u no vogonese
halo halo o how rood
d**n dat ja-pa-naynay bugga
triad day bad
yakuza took my car
butt d**n those how-lee buggas n now ugh
nex time i lern mo betta vogonese
I arrive at the airport but they can’t find my booking
She’s painting her fingernails and not even looking
At last she locates it, then says I need to pay more
But I can now have a seat and not sit on the floor
I look at the departures, yikes they’ve cancelled my flight
I MUST be on that plane - they do not know my plight
Tomorrow afternoon I should be getting wed
And spending the night in my honeymoon bed
They divert me elsewhere, at least I’m in the air
Shame about my luggage, they can’t find it anywhere
One suitcase is in Milan, the other is in Hong Kong
My dress is in one of them what else can go wrong?
I’m getting quite tearful in fact it's all doom and gloom
Something else is missing – I’ve forgotten the groom!
11th July 2014
Poem edited August 2021 - originally written for Carolyn Devonshire’s vacation Humor Contest
Many years ago in the mid-70s
music was my idol especially concerts
Glasgow's Apollo was my regular venue
loved night's there fabulous to be a cert
The Queen of Punk in these times
Siouxsie and the Banshees was a doll
so had to book when Siouxsie was due
really excited when gig was near my call
But on the day Siouxsie took a sore throat
so the concert canceled was a real blight
look to hear 'Happy House' being 'Spellbound'
'Hong Kong Garden' took me 'Into the Light'
On the night traveled up to be let down
the gig was off so drove back home
halfway home the car broke down
left alone in the wilds, need to phone
I saw a house way out on its own uphill
went and asked to phone my dad, please
so he came up the A77 but drove past me
stunned I was left to look up at the trees
Thankfully dad realized having missed me
turn around and found me waiting on roadside
so towed my dead car all the way home
that night in my thoughts did always abide
(This is a true tale when in my mid-20s when a canceled concert by my fav punk band 'Siouxsie and the Bashees' left me stranded in the wild country in the evening but rescue came to pick me up.)
A is for Australia, full of weird beasts,
Where even the cute ones can bite you at least.
B is for Brazil, where football is life,
And people dance samba with joy (and no strife).
C is for Canada, polite and so nice,
Even their insults come with advice.
D is for Denmark, with pastries divine,
And a happiness level off the chart line.
E is for Egypt, land of the old,
Where mummies stay wrapped and pyramids hold.
F is for France, where bread is a dream,
But don’t ever mess with their wine or their cream.
G is for Germany, beer, cars, and might,
And sausages eaten at morning and night.
H is for Hungary, but don’t get it wrong,
They have food so good, you’ll eat all day long.
I is for India, spices galore,
Curry so hot, it’ll knock you to the floor.
J is for Japan, sushi so grand,
And toilets that clean you with jets on demand.
K is for Kenya, safaris so wild,
Lions just chilling while tourists get riled.
L is for Luxembourg, tiny but strong,
You blink and you miss it, but hey, it’s not wrong.
M is for Mexico, tacos and cheer,
But don’t trust the hot sauce—it burns for a year!
N is for Norway, fjords and cold air,
And prices so high, your wallet will swear.
O is for Oman, deserts and heat,
A land where the camels take naps on the street.
P is for Portugal, wine and the sea,
And a love for Ronaldo, as strong as can be.
Q is for Qatar, money so high,
Even their ATMs wear suits and a tie.
R is for Russia, where vodka is king,
And winter is long—it lasts through the spring!
S is for Switzerland, chocolate and banks,
And watches precise to time all your pranks.
T is for Thailand, food spicy and sweet,
With beaches so dreamy, you’ll never want to leave.
U is for Uganda, gorillas so cool,
Living their best lives, just breaking the rules.
V is for Vietnam, coffee so strong,
One sip and you're jittery all the day long.
W is for Wales, with sheep on the hills,
And words in their language that give you the chills.
X is for Xianggang (Hong Kong's other name),
Sky-high buildings and dim sum the game.
Y is for Yemen, ancient and grand,
With mountains and history spread through the land.
Z is for Zimbabwe, Victoria Falls,
Where nature goes big, and adventure calls!
—
So that’s the world, from A to Z,
With laughs along the way for you and me!
John F Kennedy said this about the people of East Berlin, "the people of East Berlin are voting with their feet." Hence the land of "eloquent silence." Where people were so afraid of being turned into the state police. They were afraid to speak their minds in a socialistic form of government. For the fear of being turned over for questioning and integration by the communist security police.
In spite of what happened during the Vietnam generation. And in spite of what has been happening in Hong Kong and in Valenzuela young American people are favoring a socialist government. They are censoring freedom of expression as hate speech. Which includes any person who disagrees with you. Yes, racist speech is hate speech! And so is censoring freedom of expression by the term political correctness! Political correctness violates free speech!
Remember the days when it was not politically correct in the United States of America to wish people a Merry Christmas? Cities and town were prohibited from Christmas decorations. Especially if they were religious in nature! They even wanted to ban people from displaying Christmas religious decorations on their lawns. People used terms such as happy holidays and season's greetings and they still do today. Which is fine by me!
When I was younger, Winter break was called Christmas Vacation. And spring break was called Easter Vacation. That changed even when I was enrolled in the public school system. I was either in high school or junior high. When it first took effect. Choirs and bands could not sing religious songs.
The ten commandment and religious monuments were being torn down
by people, who wanted freedom from religion. Cites such as Everett Washington had to fight to keep our ten commandments. By designating it as an historical landmark.
People have the basic right not to believe in God if they want to! That's what freedom of religion is all about. People have the right to believe in God if they want to. People have the right to disagree, and I would like to keep it that way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
Pass Trade Already
Do not waste more time!
It is fire and spit,
thin water and urine.
All lies from city folk.
The swamp smells,
it is dying.
No new water,
just the old cesspool inlets,
all the outlets, blocked.
Cockroaches running,
for the sides of the room,
but there is no trim…
to scurry beneath,
or under.
It has been removed…
Rotten with the passage of time,
and lack of care.
Termites eating “Our” democracy,
from the very roots to the high bows.
Crocodiles and alligators,
government entities,
joining forces to rule,
not voted in,
but brought up…
through the ranks.
Tyrants are not born,
they are created in the dark,
by those that are afraid,
and must build a Frankenstein,
to match a voted in...
Superman!
Wake up,
your party is not well,
it is in the last spasm...
of complete loss.
Folded by socialism,
betrayed by religions,
coddled ideas...
politically correct,
by the smaller percentage,
Benedict Arnold’ed by Pharaoh,
in favor of outsiders.
Not of home at all.
Making way for the elite to rule,
the small
and take the heads…
from the tall.
On the fence in indecision,
burning flags and screaming rights,
while accepting federal aid,
or living at home.
The mirror is evil,
it does not lie.
Author note:
I just watched a woman on the news crawling on the ground in Hong Kong for her rights... They are talking about living and dying. Human rights...
Venezuela is not better, they just stopped talking about it so openly.
The President is doing a good job for all of us, even if you hate him.
Goodbye Mom, my two older brothers cried.
1930 – I was born, our mother died.
1932 - Daddy remarried, careworn
yet in time three more daughters were born.
Goodbye, peace and home, So long,
1941, Japan attacked British Hong Kong,
the day after they attacked Pearl Harbor.
We all had to leave, Dad stayed, the martyr.
Goodbye, Daddy, he remained in Kowloon.
1942, his life was taken, way too soon
In Santo Tomas, were the rest of his clan
1942, in prison, my youngest sister’s life began.
Goodbye, to friends who were starved to death;
so close we came to our own last breath.
1945, wrought our liberation
then we found out that Daddy was gone.
Goodbye, Philippines, Goodbye China.
Eight refugees headed to Canada,
where mom’s folks met their new kin.
Seven children just about did them in.
Goodbye, Grams, shouting Hosanna,
praise God, he sent us to Indiana.
Mom got a job at a children’s home;
no longer would we have to roam.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Goodbye, Mother. She was ninety-seven,
2002, when God called her to heaven.
All seven children alive, with grandkids galore,
we know her new home will offer much more.
February 23, 2023
contest: Writing Challenge G Words
sponsor: Constance La France
*Santo Tomas was a university in Manila used a Japanese prison camp
during WW II housing 3,785 prisoners. This poem is a sequel to my earlier piece, Funeral, just posted February 17, 2023.
I believe because we fit so well my love,
Love was foreign now you're my heart’s song.
You made me believe you're a gift from above.
Before you, my love my life was all wrong.
I’d listen to your confessions all night long,
I’m utterly happy to be your loving wife.
In your loving arms is where I belong,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
My love, we mesh together like hand and glove,
I could never doubt our love, it's solid and strong.
You are so gentle and you don’t push or shove,
I’m so glad we met that night in Hong Kong.
On that sweet day loves wings came along,
I didn’t believe in fate until I found you.
Sweetheart in your presence folk just throng,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
All of your touches are gentle as a dove,
You take me to new heights, my Armstrong.
Life with you is more than I dreamed of,
I’m no longer a wayward vagabond.
Honey, we have such a remarkable bond,
We’ve had ups and downs but not much strife.
My heart and yours will always correspond,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
12/24/2021
Contest: “B'' Forms, 10 Plus Lines
Sponsor: Constance La France