Long Hong Poems
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In the dead of night, under the starry sky,
With thoughts sprouting like shadows on the plow,
I gaze into the depths of my soul,
A mystical tableau unfolds endlessly.
As the cat hunts the bird in the night,
And my heart beats in a rhythm of tales,
The woman who was, like a shadow, disappears,
Into old memories, like a dream that changes.
My former job, like a spinning wheel,
Stopped abruptly, as destiny haunts me,
In an empty room, on bare and cold walls,
My soul wanders, in search of ever-uncertain meaning.
I had it all, I believed, built on fine sand,
But life is fragile, as I have seen in the past,
Any cause, no matter how distant and heavy,
Can strike us like lightning, sudden and harsh.
A child in Hong Kong, a hope crushed,
In the blizzard of Omaha, dreams scattered,
The world trembles, like fine porcelain,
Shattering on the floor, without stopping for a moment.
So do I feel, an interrupted dream,
In the mystical, romantic world where I lived,
Melancholic and fragile, like a water lily,
In a dark night, under the clear and bizarre sky.
But perhaps in the shattering of my porcelain,
In losing the woman, the job, and all that was,
There, in the chaos of this ever-changing universe,
I find answers and healing, in the end.
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
Who are you to question why I write!
My thoughts laid bare in each scribbled line,
penned by me through my vision... My sight!
There are parts of me you could never define!
My opinions are mine, that is my right!
Do not scorn me with ideas you push upon me!
It is I who will decide to acquiesce or to fight,
or, perhaps, to pay homage to a flower or tree.
Within this humble self, I am the wright!
Like the florist, or the painter I am the creator!
My beauty and sorrow I pen, be it dawn or midnight,
or share my thoughts on Mrs.Ginsburg--Ruth Bader!
I think of the virus and each funeral rite,
of Hong Kong and Thailand, and freedom's cost,
but within me lingers beauty, and the pain of love's plight!
For me, without soul's solace, I fear society is lost!
10/18/2020
Across the seas, where dreams take wing,
My heart sails softly to you, Li Jing.
From Bengal’s shore to Hong Kong’s hue,
I found my pleasure , my light — in you.
Your name, Li Jing, what a gentle song,
In every note everywhere , I feel I belong.
The stars above seem all aware,
They blink your name across the air.
When I see you by the seashore walk,
Or on a horse in grace you talk,
My heart turns wild, my eyes grow deep,
Emotions wake always, I cannot sleep.
Your voice — a breeze of tender art,
That whispers peace within my heart.
Your eyes — two lanterns warm and kind,
That chase the shadows from my mind.
Each dawn I write your name anew,
In poems dipped in morning dew.
O Li Jing, dear Tina, my heart’s refrain,
Your smile outshines the monsoon rain.
From Bangladesh to your bright shore,
This bond shall bloom forevermore.
For in my soul, one truth shall ring —
I love you deeply, dear Tina, Li Jing.
Midnight 23 October 25
“The US First Cavalry arrived in Manila on February 3, 1945; it proceeded to Santo Tomas University north of the Pasig River, where 3,785 Allied civilian prisoners of war had been kept for over three years”
from internet article: Liberation of the Philippines 1945
Twelve years in a Chinese mission
followed by three years in prison
with over three thousand others,
me, mom, four sisters, two brothers.
Daddy had been killed in Hong Kong;
a fact we didn’t know for too long.
Funereal time: nightmarish
February 3, (1945) we cherish.
Back in America, time passed;
Mom ran an orphanage at last;
Her kids, her finest residents;
seven lives, the best evidence.
Some seventy-eight years later
back home now with my Creator
Funeral time: celebration
February 3, (2023); it's done.
written: February 17, 2023
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Writing Challenge -F Words
This morning's sidewalk is cold and gray,
traffic sparse.
Coffee awaits, if my secretary remembers.
My head circulating thoughts from a case,
I reluctantly took on yesterday.
I'm usually more particular,
I don't like cases involving blonds and their men,
but, I needed the money.
As I enter my office, the strong odor of coffee hits me,
she remembered, this time.
The steam was rising from the pot,
the widows were also steaming,
with lines of water rolling down each pane.
We need curtains.
Julie my secretary says I have a visitor,
a blond, same one from yesterday.
Says she's wearing a single gold earring,
dried blood on the other ear.
I toss my fedora on Julie's typewriter,
with a not to be disturbed look.
Closed the door.
She was pacing back and forth,
trying not to look up.
Says when she got home she found an ashtray,
filled with cigarette butts, some with lipstick,
two empty glasses and a half filled bottle of whiskey,
sitting next to an airline ticket to Hong Kong,
for a flight at midnight.
They argued, he slapped her a few times, until,
a shot came through the front window.
She's frightened, frightened of the police,
frightened of the truth, both run through my head.
I told her to stay here until I find some things out.
But, it will cost another couple of hundred.
After all I am a detective.
My name, Humphrey M Falcon.
contest Copped III
They say I have the perfect family.
That I have no reason to cry.
The onlookers envy me, stupidly,
Believing that pathetic lie.
My father is in Forbes Under 50,
My mum's on the cover of Vogue.
People think they've a flawless story.
If only they checked under the log...
Dad had always been very busy,
Even when I was really young.
Well, he's a drunkard, always tipsy,
With another family out in Hong Kong.
Mum had always been the belle,
No matter where she went.
I guess her love was hard to spell,
And into her arms, I was sent.
My older brother Aiden's an *******,
Rebellious 'cause he's got money to throw.
Left hearts shattered while he was all snowed,
But got away because of the dough.
Rosaline "Bianca" was an absolute brat,
The older sister who'd never heard no.
Married a don who was sniffed out by a rat,
Now she's raising 2 kids as a widow.
From the outside it looks fine,
But my family's breaking apart.
Bianca seeks funds for the little minds,
Aiden actions, a thieving art.
Dad found out I'm not his own,
He wants to put me up for adoption!
Mum met her Hong Kong clone,
I guess her life wasn't an option.
Everything looks so easy from afar,
Sometimes I wish I could pretend,
To be the onlookers, unaware of my scars...
But I'm stuck in a loveless dead end.
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.)
"It’s Raining, It’s Pouring"
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring
He bumped his head
And went to bed
And didn’t get up till morning.
Shivers 'me Timbers
truth be told tune's like old
day had grew night he knew
possibles here unfolds.
I'm Popeye the sailor man
fought Brutus a former friend
was sent up the Big House
and fought with a Big Mouth
he ate all hamburgers then ran
I'm Popeye the sailor man
got lost in the jailhouse can
I flushed myself down
I'm the new man in town
I think I'm now in Japan
I'm Popeye the sailor man
lookin for food in this land
asked a theater house
they had a Bigger Mouth
Kabuk got spooked and he ran
I'm Popeye American
at food house saw Kabuk man
before I could get 'im
he ate all the saimin
and then he ran off to San Fran
I'm Popeye American
hungriest man in Japan
got a bowl of seafood
that stood and walked for good
still hungriest man in Japan
I'm Popeye kabuki man
I'm lean like a boogeyman
my muscles turned mussels
mid chopstick smiles--hustled
so quick boards I on sampan
I'm Popeye the kidnapped man
got Shanghai up to Thailand
there I met King Kong
who took me to Hong Kong
to ship's dock fast as I can
we passed the Meridian
we dropped anchor in ocean
as history stood still
herstory went on till
mid BC & AD timespan
the ship I was travelin
I met this young Hawaiian
his grandpa's Maori
and grandma's Tahiti
he called me the comeback kid
home, my yard--friend waterin'
said he changed my Tax Map Key
helped him up he'd told me
he'll fix things be golden
then showed news I'm lost at sea
I'm Popeye invisible
I will change impossible
and I'll be a name-changer
from Popeye the sailor
to Eyes-to-die-for the yachtsman.
Away the land of the flame tree blossoms
Orient blown athwart a yellow moon,
to hearken the far sound of dragon drums
and ride a Phantom into old Kowloon.
To Salisbury Road Peninsula doors
where old enemies its waters journey,
where long ago in the Opium Wars
Britannia ruled the South China Sea.
Now a new tale of skirmish is retold
when two foes battled on a foreign field -
O’ but fell the armies in green and gold
whose fate was All Black and forever sealed.
And to the victors do the spoils belong
once more once upon a time in Hong Kong.
Written: November 2008