Long Weekend Poems
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Until the day
Darkness prevails on this storm battered shore
Threatening, the sight of the skies through the mist
Weather cast shadows embark to endure
Gathering close as a means to exist
Lo, now I wander with tears in my eyes
Saltwater weepings a’ flow ‘pon the sand
Thoughts filled with images linger my cries
Where has she gone, I cannot understand
An angel, I swear, sent by heaven’s sweet touch
Merely her scent or a wisp of her hair
Took this poor man deeply into her clutch
Eternal longings I cherished to share
When on that morning I woke all alone
Frantically calling her name to the sea
Nary a trace of her beauty now shone
Desperate, the waves crashing coldly on me
Heartbroken memories taunting my soul
Echoing dreams, since have long lost their way
Endless, the loneliness taking control
Sorrow grips tightly its gloom filled display
Lost midst the madness no longer to cease
Here I shall stumble, my knees on the ground
Take from me please, oh I beg thee release
Until the day my true love can be found
Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
Friday brings a smile to my heart:
for it is my favorite day.
Giving the weekend a head start,
Friday brings a smile to my heart.
Fearing my plans could fall apart,
I am anxious to get away.
Friday brings a smile to my heart:
for it is my favorite day.
I am anxious to get away
and enjoy two days off from work.
Though overtime lures some to stay,
I am anxious to get away.
And my smile morphs into a smirk
at quitting time, on a Friday.
I am anxious to get away
and enjoy two full days off work.
At quitting time, on a Friday,
I'm so happy, I want to shout.
Like recess, it's my time to play;
at quitting time, on a Friday,
I'm not as joyful on Monday:
of that; there can be little doubt.
At quitting time, on a Friday,
I'm so happy, I want to shout.
She’s got moves like a dancer
out there on the floor,
she screams like a banshee
and sleeps like a whore,
you’ll have no defense once
her sweet lies are deployed.
She’s got eyes that terrify
and electrical touch,
she’ll take what you give her,
then give back too much,
she’s got a pull on you that
man, you just can’t avoid,
she’s my drug of choice,
my drug of choice.
She does bedroom marathons
when she gets in the mood,
will forget everything
even sleeping and food,
couldn’t keep up with her
even if on a love-steroid.
Never seems to run low,
and she never will crash,
Loves to live the high life,
and blow through the cash,
a weekend with her leaves me
feeling so damn destroyed,
that’s my drug of choice,
my drug of choice.
She can’t just sit there and wait
if a man falls behind,
when she can’t get it from you
then another she’ll find,
and she don’t give a damn if
cheating leaves you annoyed.
You know she’s not gonna change
but nothing can be done,
she’ll never be a girlfriend,
just a damn addiction,
go too long without her and
you’re angry and paranoid,
damn my drug of choice,
my drug of choice.
Art gallery glimpses
Posters on walls;
Unfamiliar insights
~~~~~~~~~
Fresh good market
Country festival;
Abundant fruits
~~~~~~~~~
Young child escorted
Proud parents each side;
Nurture greets nature
~~~~~~~~~
Roasted meat stall
Duck, chicken, BBQ pork;
Appetizing fares
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Pay day queue
Busy ATM buzz;
Cash flow escapades
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Sleepy moments
Heavy eyelids flutter;
Bedtime stories
~~~~~~~~~
Quizzical notions
Unanswered query;
Planning-in-progress
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Chinese Pu-Er tea
Refreshing brew;
Fragrant sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Sparrow sing-song
Rainy day complaint;
Resting on my ledge
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Crows on a tree
Casuarina bough;
Wet evening dark
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Ships by the bay
Sunset silhouettes;
City lights glimmer
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City skyscrapers
Deserted weekend;
Sullen silence presides
~~~~~~~~~
Sunday orchestra
Noisy enclave crowds;
Chattering diaspora
~~~~~~~~~
Foreign workers gather
Common language screams;
Home town dispensations
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Social integration
Newcomers and old salt;
Brine for salted cabbage
~~~~~~~~~
Dear Pandora
Curiosity brings curse;
Hope endures boldly
~~~~~~~~~
Words struggle now
Crisp commotion here;
Pain sublimates thought
~~~~~~~~~
Style sparks smiles
Bitter gall precipitates;
Ideas emerge
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2014
Singapore
Time marches on but the story doesn't change.
Innocent lives being taken by a person whose deranged..
Last weekend in Pa. it was our state police, one is still
critical, and the other is now deceased..
The unstable shooter is also now gone.
Will this ever stop? What keeps going so wrong?
This tragic story truly rings home for me.
I had a person with mental health struggles in my family.
Psychiatrists rely on the pharmaceutical industry and
prescribe new medications that alter patients' brain chemistry.
Family members are often leery to commit, because our mental
hospitals discharge the patient still unfit, and they are left to
deal with the brunt of it.
At home, these families struggle to keep things in control.
Many times that stress alone will take a major toll.
How many more peacekeepers?
How many more innocent lives is our society willing to sacrifice?
Love is always the answer
Enjoy your weekend
Love is the best part of you
By Michelle Morris
26/07/2024
There's no reason to run
There's no need to hide
You know it'll get you, babe
Love will get you every time
Why not give in to it?
Why not feel the glow?
Love is the best part of you
The best part of life we'll ever know
Even though life is hard for most of us
It can break us and our tender hearts
But still we should choose to love fully
For there's only so much time before we part
But so many create prisons for themselves
They shut down and lock their hearts up tight
Until they're frozen in space and time
Never experiencing true love's brightness
Let love and light flow through you
Let love and light heal your heart
Free yourself from your limitations
You deserve blessings like stars
So...
There's no reason to run
There's no need to hide
You know it'll get you, babe
Love will get you every time
Why not give in to it?
Why not feel the glow?
Love is the best part of you
The best part of life we'll ever know
Oh, let love and light flow through you
Let love and light heal your heart (right now)
Free yourself from your limitations
You deserve blessings like stars
There's no reason to run
There's no need to hide
You know it'll get you, babe
Love will get you every time
Why not give in to it?
Why not feel the glow?
Love is the best part of you
The best part of life we'll ever know
© Michelle Morris, 2024
These were my first five "Monday Monokus":
"Three Monokus walk into a bar" posted 28 Sept 2020
don't challenge Death to a pillow fight or you will face Reaper cushions
"Mr. Descartes, will you join us?" "I think not", he said, and disappeared
the only time that cows will fall asleep is when it's pasture bedtime
Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown
"Good Moaning to You" posted 5 Oct 2020
Buddhist monk walks up to a hot dog stand: "make me one with everything"
this sign seen at a butcher shop: "our lean beef comes from 2-legged cows"
there are just 2 kinds of people that drive me crazy those that can't count
Attribution: the first of these 3 one-liners was found online and the source is unknown. The other two were (to my knowledge) original to me.
"COVID Crazy" posted 12 Oct 2020
during covid I sit around like a head with its chicken cut off
I'm doing my first marathon this weekend hmm, netflix or hulu?
did you wake up grouchy today or did you allow him to sleep in?
Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown
"Avian Flew" posted 19 Oct 2020
indiscriminate lovebirds may contract a canarial disease
a few unprotected canaries have been known to contract cherpes
...most get lucky and are greatly relieved to find out it's tweetable
Attribution: I first heard this 3-part joke from my father-in-law many years ago. The source is unknown (I'm pretty sure he didn't make it up...)
"News Flash" posted 26 Oct 2020
"toilet stolen from local precinct police have nothing to go on"
"marijuana bill snuffed out by a Congressional Joint Committee"
the News is where they tell you "Good Evening" then explain why it isn't
Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown
ODE TO A POEM
a made thing
this verbal construct
an event
in language
makers many
of fabrications
things of art
words&sounds
weighed
&valued
indifferent to reality
crafted
&woven
verbal artefacts
as a living entity
mysteriously conceived
delivered...
two moments
of a single pulse
twixt
voice&ear
one plane of reality
to another
a species of eloquence
figuring forth
to teach&delight
in the name of imagination
a spontaneous overflow
of moments
of solitude
visitations
speech framed
in thought&wonder
of subtle fire
&inward light
of revelation
in an imaginary garden
caressing nouns
with metaphor
saying one thing
meaning another
with
stored magic
from a room
full of marvels
a language in orbit
a remembrance
unearthed
a temporary ossession
intense
&undeniable
as a shiver
down the spine
Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar
~~~~~~~~~
Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore
~~~~~~~~~
Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets
~~~~~~~~~
Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers
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Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed
~~~~~~~~~
Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries
~~~~~~~~~
Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy
~~~~~~~~~
Business pulse shows
Some transacting briskly;
Others just waiting
~~~~~~~~~
Weekend bazaar
Cash and carry ventures;
Curious smiles escalate
~~~~~~~~~
Buzz of discovery
Pretty and cute things;
Happy exchange
~~~~~~~~~
Voices float and fill
Seekers finding wares;
Easy breezy bargains
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.
Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time for sckolade in the the bar.
Up early to claim skis & boots,
Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits;
Wait in line for the revolving chairlift,
At the top,jumping off pretty swift.
Down & up the beginners' slope,
In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope;
Pasta for lunch,again & again,
But good to miss out of the English rain.
Learning the knack of forling fondue,
Joining the folk-dance,without a clue;
Saying danke to Karl the owner,
Back on the bus to airport,Verona.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007