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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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Colombia needs hellopoetry Comoros needs hellopoetry Congo, Democratic Republic is in need of hellopoetry Congo, Republic is in need of hellopoetry   Costa Rica needs hellopoetry Côte d’Ivoire needs hellopoetry Croatia needs hellopoetry Cuba needs hellopoetry Cyprus needs hellopoetry Czech Republic needs hellopoetry Denmark needs hellopoetry   Djibouti needs hellopoetry Dominica needs hellopoetry Dominican Republic needs hellopoetry East Timor (Timor-Leste) needs hellopoetry Ecuador needs hellopoetry Egypt needs hellopoetry   El Salvador needs hellopoetry Equatorial Guinea needs hellopoetry Eritrea needs hellopoetry Estonia needs hellopoetry Eswatini needs hellopoetry Ethiopia needs hellopoetry Fiji needs hellopoetry Finland needs hellopoetry France needs hellopoetry Gabon needs hellopoetry The Gambia needs hellopoetry Georgia needs hellopoetry Germany needs hellopoetry Ghana needs hellopoetry Greece needs hellopoetry Grenada needs hellopoetry Guatemala needs hellopoetry Guinea needs 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hellopoetry Malta needs hellopoetry Marshall Islands needs hellopoetry Mauritania needs hellopoetry Mauritius needs hellopoetry Mexico needs hellopoetry Micronesia, Federated States is in need of hellopoetry Moldova needs hellopoetry Monaco needs hellopoetry Mongolia needs hellopoetry Montenegro needs hellopoetry Morocco needs hellopoetry Mozambique needs hellopoetry Myanmar (Burma) needs hellopoetry Namibia needs hellopoetry Nauru needs hellopoetry Nepal needs hellopoetry Netherlands needs hellopoetry New Zealand needs hellopoetry Nicaragua needs hellopoetry Niger needs hellopoetry Nigeria needs hellopoetry North Macedonia needs hellopoetry Norway needs hellopoetry Oman needs hellopoetry Pakistan needs hellopoetry Palau needs hellopoetry Panama needs hellopoetry Papua New Guinea needs hellopoetry Paraguay needs hellopoetry Peru needs hellopoetry Philippines needs hellopoetry Poland needs hellopoetry Portugal needs hellopoetry Qatar needs hellopoetry Romania needs hellopoetry Russia 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The rich will always be rich, Computers, clean body, nice clothes, Proper homes, not shacks. Elite schools, branded Motorcycles, jewelry The poor will always be poor, A pen, a marvel Firewood, abandoned train tracks YMCA funded classes, Hand-me downs, nakedness Grandfather, father, Son. Same lineage, same burden To pass down Generation To Generation To Generation. A Never-ending cycle Cruel game of Russian roulette, Spin the revolver, watch it Turn, pick it up, iron to temple --BANG BANG-- you're dead. The more the rounds, the More Lethal It Gets It is a gap that cannot Be plugged, A boulder that cannot be put down, Like Atlas holding the sky, If released, the sky and earth Collide, and we die-- All of us. Everyone.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
kylia
Cambodia
The rich will always be rich, Computers, clean body, nice clothes, Proper homes, not shacks. Elite schools, branded Motorcycles, jewelry The poor will always be poor, A pen, a marvel Firewood, abandoned train tracks YMCA funded classes, Hand-me downs, nakedness Grandfather, father, Son. Same lineage, same burden To pass down Generation To Generation To Generation. A Never-ending cycle Cruel game of Russian roulette, Spin the revolver, watch it Turn, pick it up, iron to temple --BANG BANG-- you're dead. The more the rounds, the More Lethal It Gets It is a gap that cannot Be plugged, A boulder that cannot be put down, Like Atlas holding the sky, If released, the sky and earth Collide, and we die-- All of us. Everyone.
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MEMORIAL DAY May 26th, 2014 **************************************************** To all of you that have ever worn "The Uniform", the uniform of safety and security, the uniform of pride the uniform of freedom, the uniform of liberty THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ********** THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: The American Revolution (most of us have roots to our founders) The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ** areas and battlefields such as (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, you are all heroes and role models, not for a nation, for the world, not for American Patriots, for all humanity, not only on this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ****************************** Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. God bless America
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
warner-baxter
MAY 26TH 2014
MEMORIAL DAY May 26th, 2014 **************************************************** To all of you that have ever worn "The Uniform", the uniform of safety and security, the uniform of pride the uniform of freedom, the uniform of liberty THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ********** THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: The American Revolution (most of us have roots to our founders) The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ** areas and battlefields such as (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, you are all heroes and role models, not for a nation, for the world, not for American Patriots, for all humanity, not only on this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ****************************** Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. God bless America
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Two weeks, a whirlwind. Grasping hands and locking lips, love sneaks in. Why do I never see this coming? Perhaps it's never happened before, really. Who am I to judge? Rivers and jungles and foreign thoughts... So far from here yet, I have faith. In you. In love. In that life will go on, either way. And that another strong wind is coming.
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Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 10:52 PM UTC
tianna-elise-lind
Cambodia
Two weeks, a whirlwind. Grasping hands and locking lips, love sneaks in. Why do I never see this coming? Perhaps it's never happened before, really. Who am I to judge? Rivers and jungles and foreign thoughts... So far from here yet, I have faith. In you. In love. In that life will go on, either way. And that another strong wind is coming.
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He will not light long enough for the interpreter to gather the tatters of his speech. But the longer we listen the calmer he becomes. He shows me the place where his daughter has rubbed with a coin, violaceous streaks raising a skeletal pattern on his chest. He thinks he's been hit by the wind. He's worried it will become pneumonia. In Cambodia, he'd be given a special tea, a prescriptive sacrifice, the right chants to say. But I know nothing of Chi, of Karma, and ask him to lift the back of his shirt, so I may listen to his breathing. Holding the stethoscope's bell I'm stunned by the whirl of icons and script tattooed across his back, their teal green color the outline of a map which looks like Cambodia, perhaps his village, a lake, then a scroll of letters in a watery signature. I ask the interpreter what it means. It's a spell, asking his ancestors to protect him from evil spirits— she is tracing the lines with her fingers— and those who meet him for kindness. The old man waves his arms and a staccato of dipthongs and nasals fills the room. He believes these words will lead his spirit back to Cambodia after he dies. I see, I say, and rest my hand on his shoulder. He takes full deep breaths and I listen, touching down with the stethoscope from his back to his front. He watches me with anticipation—as if awaiting a verdict. His lungs are clear. You'll be fine, I tell him. It's not your time to die. His shoulders relax and he folds his hands above his head as if in blessing. Ar-kon, he says. All better now.                                                         by Peter Pereira .
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
st64
What's Written on the Body (Peter Pereira)
He will not light long enough for the interpreter to gather the tatters of his speech. But the longer we listen the calmer he becomes. He shows me the place where his daughter has rubbed with a coin, violaceous streaks raising a skeletal pattern on his chest. He thinks he's been hit by the wind. He's worried it will become pneumonia. In Cambodia, he'd be given a special tea, a prescriptive sacrifice, the right chants to say. But I know nothing of Chi, of Karma, and ask him to lift the back of his shirt, so I may listen to his breathing. Holding the stethoscope's bell I'm stunned by the whirl of icons and script tattooed across his back, their teal green color the outline of a map which looks like Cambodia, perhaps his village, a lake, then a scroll of letters in a watery signature. I ask the interpreter what it means. It's a spell, asking his ancestors to protect him from evil spirits— she is tracing the lines with her fingers— and those who meet him for kindness. The old man waves his arms and a staccato of dipthongs and nasals fills the room. He believes these words will lead his spirit back to Cambodia after he dies. I see, I say, and rest my hand on his shoulder. He takes full deep breaths and I listen, touching down with the stethoscope from his back to his front. He watches me with anticipation—as if awaiting a verdict. His lungs are clear. You'll be fine, I tell him. It's not your time to die. His shoulders relax and he folds his hands above his head as if in blessing. Ar-kon, he says. All better now.                                                         by Peter Pereira .
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*No stabbing pointy bits Comfortably thin and wide Yet sharp, so precise Unchallenged dexterity, ranging intimidating in-sight hidden held secret Interesting restful beauty, with a swinging-kissing-singing bite of genius The Chinese cleaver used since Cambodia Joyous Valley Girl’s hidden past a poetic heroic fame Travel companion to my extended Sashimi blade* .
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 2:12 AM UTC
dj-thomas
Soul Mate
*No stabbing pointy bits Comfortably thin and wide Yet sharp, so precise Unchallenged dexterity, ranging intimidating in-sight hidden held secret Interesting restful beauty, with a swinging-kissing-singing bite of genius The Chinese cleaver used since Cambodia Joyous Valley Girl’s hidden past a poetic heroic fame Travel companion to my extended Sashimi blade* .
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I leap across steppingstones in the grass that lead out to my washing line, wait for the wind to come and pass then drape my socks out in the sunshine. Somewhere, it’s grey and cold they hang clothes indoors on plastic frames walls and windows gather mould, those with wet work uniforms go insane. There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality. (When I was twelve my family moved to Dunedin, my brothers became Christians then travelled to Asia to spread their Religion - they said “there is no class system in New Zealand, there is no faith Cambodia” ) There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
shoki
There is no class system in New Zealand
I leap across steppingstones in the grass that lead out to my washing line, wait for the wind to come and pass then drape my socks out in the sunshine. Somewhere, it’s grey and cold they hang clothes indoors on plastic frames walls and windows gather mould, those with wet work uniforms go insane. There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality. (When I was twelve my family moved to Dunedin, my brothers became Christians then travelled to Asia to spread their Religion - they said “there is no class system in New Zealand, there is no faith Cambodia” ) There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality.
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MEMORIAL DAY June 1, 2015 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To all of you that have ever worn "THE UNIFORM" The Uniform of safety and security, The Uniform of pride and liberty THE UNIFORM OF FREEDOM THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: 1776 - 2015 The American Revolution The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ~~ War Zones and Battlefields, such as: Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) You are all Heroes and Role Models, not for a Nation, for A Peaceful Planet not for Americans, for all Humanity, not only today this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. GOD BLESS AMERICA Semper Vigilo
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
warner-baxter
MEMORIAL DAY
MEMORIAL DAY June 1, 2015 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To all of you that have ever worn "THE UNIFORM" The Uniform of safety and security, The Uniform of pride and liberty THE UNIFORM OF FREEDOM THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: 1776 - 2015 The American Revolution The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ~~ War Zones and Battlefields, such as: Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) You are all Heroes and Role Models, not for a Nation, for A Peaceful Planet not for Americans, for all Humanity, not only today this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. GOD BLESS AMERICA Semper Vigilo
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Motion makes me homesick, home makes me motion-sick. I've seen some **** you wouldn't believe in the past month of my young life I'm happy. Makes me want more. I want Guatemala I want Nepal I want the States by trains and motorcycles. I want to make something tall enough to shake hands with god and strong enough to last to the ends of the earth Or longer. I want to give the world back all I've taken from it and all the damage I've done. And then I want to do more. I want to start a revolution, live on a farm, paint a mural, play a symphony, shake hands with the Dalai Lama, write a book, and be home in time for dinner. I want to fold a thousand and one oragami cranes and set them free from space and while they float down to Mauritania and Portugal, to Argentina and Cambodia I want to wish for a reset button. Not to use right away, but just in case **** gets out of hand. So we've got a backup plan. I want to sit in my old age looking down that darkened tunnel and see my own birth pass before my eyes. I want to embrace infinity without soreness or shortcomings, without excuses or refusals I want to watch the universe collapse back in on itself and be part of everything at once. I want more than I can handle. I guess that means I'm young.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
j-c-lucas
Young
Motion makes me homesick, home makes me motion-sick. I've seen some **** you wouldn't believe in the past month of my young life I'm happy. Makes me want more. I want Guatemala I want Nepal I want the States by trains and motorcycles. I want to make something tall enough to shake hands with god and strong enough to last to the ends of the earth Or longer. I want to give the world back all I've taken from it and all the damage I've done. And then I want to do more. I want to start a revolution, live on a farm, paint a mural, play a symphony, shake hands with the Dalai Lama, write a book, and be home in time for dinner. I want to fold a thousand and one oragami cranes and set them free from space and while they float down to Mauritania and Portugal, to Argentina and Cambodia I want to wish for a reset button. Not to use right away, but just in case **** gets out of hand. So we've got a backup plan. I want to sit in my old age looking down that darkened tunnel and see my own birth pass before my eyes. I want to embrace infinity without soreness or shortcomings, without excuses or refusals I want to watch the universe collapse back in on itself and be part of everything at once. I want more than I can handle. I guess that means I'm young.
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Fat women with Fur coats To warm their overfed Heaps of mass Holding overpriced Elongated, mechanical strings Attached to their Mouse-like dogs That wear clothes That cost more Than my entire outfit Shirt, jeans, boots, jacket Combined They yap to small devices Glued to their ears Like instruments Of envy and jealousy Yelling at their husbands Or boyfriends Or pool boys Who haven't done their job Either paying for whatever they want Or neglecting to net out That last nat From their jacuzzis Where they sip white wine And sizzle in soapy water Before getting out And slipping on shoes Made by kids In Cambodia Who have never held A hundred dollar bill What is wrong Who is right What is it That's been done Here None of it makes sense To me
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
john-vd
Rich Women
Fat women with Fur coats To warm their overfed Heaps of mass Holding overpriced Elongated, mechanical strings Attached to their Mouse-like dogs That wear clothes That cost more Than my entire outfit Shirt, jeans, boots, jacket Combined They yap to small devices Glued to their ears Like instruments Of envy and jealousy Yelling at their husbands Or boyfriends Or pool boys Who haven't done their job Either paying for whatever they want Or neglecting to net out That last nat From their jacuzzis Where they sip white wine And sizzle in soapy water Before getting out And slipping on shoes Made by kids In Cambodia Who have never held A hundred dollar bill What is wrong Who is right What is it That's been done Here None of it makes sense To me
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Still today Danang. Saigon.Tet. Mi Lai. ** Chi min trail. All and more on reverb The unwinable in black body bags. Dam. Just like Cronkite's musdtache goimg on and on Drafted into the  wood chipper The buzz saw. for what. Then the embassy buggie. Choppers listing into the sea. Half baked. Blood on ground. For what. Visit Vietnam. A travelers paradise. Half price now with great accomodations. Cambodia too.for the price of one. Kamir Red. How many dead? For what.
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
The Nam Again
Still today Danang. Saigon.Tet. Mi Lai. ** Chi min trail. All and more on reverb The unwinable in black body bags. Dam. Just like Cronkite's musdtache goimg on and on Drafted into the  wood chipper The buzz saw. for what. Then the embassy buggie. Choppers listing into the sea. Half baked. Blood on ground. For what. Visit Vietnam. A travelers paradise. Half price now with great accomodations. Cambodia too.for the price of one. Kamir Red. How many dead? For what.
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No, no, I haven’t been doing this myself, but I live in Cambodia, and 2 guys and a girl were deported recently for riding around on a motorbike in the **** in broad daylight. Actually, you see, naively or deliberately, they rode right past a police station. Now that must have been a sight for sore eyes. So the police set out in hot pursuit, rubbing their sore eyes, or whatever they rub, maybe their truncheons, eh? And when the perps were pulled over, the cops didn’t fall about with hilarity when these riders said quite calmly that they were going to pick up their laundry. Truly! They were backpackers! As if that explained it. But publicly, the cops said nope, these perps are obscene to be seen like this and they violate Khmer customs and culture. The cops even took pictures of this outrageous obscenity. Indeed. The riders' rapture of being bare assed and naked and **** free is not for Cambodia. Certainly not at this juncture. So their capture resulted in them being deported, never to show hide nor hair in the country again. Just goes to show... But you can get away with ****** here, particularly shooting union leaders or critics or protestors, or you can throw a grenade into the opposition, and **** a few right there. Those killers go free. It's probably dangerous to speak openly, but I don't think these guys read poetry. They're probably busy oiling their artillery, and even rocket launchers, as the PM threatened to use against the opposition recently. Seriously. They're on the lookout for dissenters here. Oh yes. And bare ***** Obviously. So watch you **** in Cambodia, especially if it's bare on a bike. And ssshhh! Watch out for your mouth. You need to cover your mouth up properly, too. Mike T Minehan
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
mike-t-minehan
Riding in the ****
No, no, I haven’t been doing this myself, but I live in Cambodia, and 2 guys and a girl were deported recently for riding around on a motorbike in the **** in broad daylight. Actually, you see, naively or deliberately, they rode right past a police station. Now that must have been a sight for sore eyes. So the police set out in hot pursuit, rubbing their sore eyes, or whatever they rub, maybe their truncheons, eh? And when the perps were pulled over, the cops didn’t fall about with hilarity when these riders said quite calmly that they were going to pick up their laundry. Truly! They were backpackers! As if that explained it. But publicly, the cops said nope, these perps are obscene to be seen like this and they violate Khmer customs and culture. The cops even took pictures of this outrageous obscenity. Indeed. The riders' rapture of being bare assed and naked and **** free is not for Cambodia. Certainly not at this juncture. So their capture resulted in them being deported, never to show hide nor hair in the country again. Just goes to show... But you can get away with ****** here, particularly shooting union leaders or critics or protestors, or you can throw a grenade into the opposition, and **** a few right there. Those killers go free. It's probably dangerous to speak openly, but I don't think these guys read poetry. They're probably busy oiling their artillery, and even rocket launchers, as the PM threatened to use against the opposition recently. Seriously. They're on the lookout for dissenters here. Oh yes. And bare ***** Obviously. So watch you **** in Cambodia, especially if it's bare on a bike. And ssshhh! Watch out for your mouth. You need to cover your mouth up properly, too. Mike T Minehan
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Journeyman Pictures Will take you on a  journey The DVB journalists Jailed and tortured They showed the military Shooting at protesters They hid on the balcony and filmed They got footage Of the Japanese journalist Who was shot by the military Another journalist Helped make An award winning Documentary About the devistating Cyclone that hit Cambodia In 2009 He was captured and jailed For years He had promised to write The girl he met From his documentary But could not because He was jailed He made his own guitar While he was Wrongfully jailed He is a good man He just wanted to show What the people were going through Now he has been released An executive from DVB media Came to talk With the Burmese officials In 2009 About having their own Official office Some of the journalists Have spoken out About how they Were tortured Things are improving Although it is a process I hope DVB succeeds And is not pestered Or persecuted by the government Any longer This poem is dedicated To the journalists Who went through Great hardships To show the injustices Of their government Who wanted to document What the people Went through After the cyclone
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
MattG
Thank You Brave Journalists Of The Democratic Voice Of Burma (DVB)
Journeyman Pictures Will take you on a  journey The DVB journalists Jailed and tortured They showed the military Shooting at protesters They hid on the balcony and filmed They got footage Of the Japanese journalist Who was shot by the military Another journalist Helped make An award winning Documentary About the devistating Cyclone that hit Cambodia In 2009 He was captured and jailed For years He had promised to write The girl he met From his documentary But could not because He was jailed He made his own guitar While he was Wrongfully jailed He is a good man He just wanted to show What the people were going through Now he has been released An executive from DVB media Came to talk With the Burmese officials In 2009 About having their own Official office Some of the journalists Have spoken out About how they Were tortured Things are improving Although it is a process I hope DVB succeeds And is not pestered Or persecuted by the government Any longer This poem is dedicated To the journalists Who went through Great hardships To show the injustices Of their government Who wanted to document What the people Went through After the cyclone
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Many have walked the path of life only to be cut down violently. I can hear the voices of the dead whispering their last words. A trace of their souls forever stationary in time. Can you walk past a graveyard of white crosses protecting those who fought for freedom. When you do do your eyes remain level and thank whoever it is that you pray to that such men lived. We should not be thankful that such men died for freedom but rather we should be grateful that such men lived. Or when you walk past that graveyard do your eyes blur as if you see right past the lost selfishly thinking better them than yourself. I say let the voices of the dead ring into the stillness of the night and awaken every living person. Let the voices chastise and haunt the living. Let the living know that we are still here and we must act. We can no longer sit back as if the world does not concern us. As if the spread of disease and death across the African continent is someone else's problem. As if the slaughter in Cambodia and Vietnam are but the problems of tribal people. Or the slave trade which runs rampant in South America along with the disease of man into madness of drugs. Or the constant gang warfare which spreads in our own nation. Are these gangs any different then the very terrorist which we fight in the middle east. They **** and terrorise in the hopes of personal glory and living a lustful selfish life. Let us put an end to the ******** and apathy which reside in the so called European Union. Which cares nothing of the problems of the world, which vetos every vote to make the world a little safer. Or the starvation of the North Koreans under the madness of the tyrannt. The oppression of so many people in the middle east by by the hands of their masters. Treating their women as mear slaves to which to repopulate the country, tools of breeding. Using their children as instruments of warfare. Is that what we fight for. Is that what the dead whisper, or rather are the dead tired of the living **** Listen closely and you will hear the dead speaking into the realm of time and history.
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Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
bryan-j-powers
Whispering Dead
Many have walked the path of life only to be cut down violently. I can hear the voices of the dead whispering their last words. A trace of their souls forever stationary in time. Can you walk past a graveyard of white crosses protecting those who fought for freedom. When you do do your eyes remain level and thank whoever it is that you pray to that such men lived. We should not be thankful that such men died for freedom but rather we should be grateful that such men lived. Or when you walk past that graveyard do your eyes blur as if you see right past the lost selfishly thinking better them than yourself. I say let the voices of the dead ring into the stillness of the night and awaken every living person. Let the voices chastise and haunt the living. Let the living know that we are still here and we must act. We can no longer sit back as if the world does not concern us. As if the spread of disease and death across the African continent is someone else's problem. As if the slaughter in Cambodia and Vietnam are but the problems of tribal people. Or the slave trade which runs rampant in South America along with the disease of man into madness of drugs. Or the constant gang warfare which spreads in our own nation. Are these gangs any different then the very terrorist which we fight in the middle east. They **** and terrorise in the hopes of personal glory and living a lustful selfish life. Let us put an end to the ******** and apathy which reside in the so called European Union. Which cares nothing of the problems of the world, which vetos every vote to make the world a little safer. Or the starvation of the North Koreans under the madness of the tyrannt. The oppression of so many people in the middle east by by the hands of their masters. Treating their women as mear slaves to which to repopulate the country, tools of breeding. Using their children as instruments of warfare. Is that what we fight for. Is that what the dead whisper, or rather are the dead tired of the living **** Listen closely and you will hear the dead speaking into the realm of time and history.
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*A pack of cigarettes, some gum, some condoms, and $50 were stuffed into his cargo pocket, in his left hand a 9 millimeter, 10 rounds in the clip he spotted a dead Vietcong..... Yellow and scrawny.... a bullet through his right eye his brains seeping out of his skull.... A little girl, walking down the dirt field road a rice bowl in her right hand, a bayonet in the left, it was covered in blood Up the road, he spotted a fire, the sounds of AK-47's whipping through the wind a pile of bodies stuffed on top of each other Ears and fingers wrapped around bare skinned necks the smell of rotten flesh.... To the south, a ********** high heel boots, lace ******* and a mini skirt, unkempt hair, pitch-black red lipstick and hazel colored eyes $50 for a ******* $75 for a ******* $100 for one hours and $200 for two condoms still stuffed in the cargo pocket A back alley, a sloppy ******* the ****** broke..... The gum is still wrapped in foil, unwrapped, slowly chewed, sweet then bitter the roar of helicopters and the blast of grenades American flags ripped and set on fire A single bullet, a silent gasp.....*
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
sadness-on-a-stick
Cambodia
*A pack of cigarettes, some gum, some condoms, and $50 were stuffed into his cargo pocket, in his left hand a 9 millimeter, 10 rounds in the clip he spotted a dead Vietcong..... Yellow and scrawny.... a bullet through his right eye his brains seeping out of his skull.... A little girl, walking down the dirt field road a rice bowl in her right hand, a bayonet in the left, it was covered in blood Up the road, he spotted a fire, the sounds of AK-47's whipping through the wind a pile of bodies stuffed on top of each other Ears and fingers wrapped around bare skinned necks the smell of rotten flesh.... To the south, a ********** high heel boots, lace ******* and a mini skirt, unkempt hair, pitch-black red lipstick and hazel colored eyes $50 for a ******* $75 for a ******* $100 for one hours and $200 for two condoms still stuffed in the cargo pocket A back alley, a sloppy ******* the ****** broke..... The gum is still wrapped in foil, unwrapped, slowly chewed, sweet then bitter the roar of helicopters and the blast of grenades American flags ripped and set on fire A single bullet, a silent gasp.....*
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Oh Henry What a star you are! You always loved to be at the center of attention Your accomplishments in diplomacy are well known You brokered the peace treaty between Israel and Egypt You effected detente with the Soviet Union You opened up the way for Nixon in China You negated the Communist threat in Chile You said it yourself "Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.” You have admitted that mistakes were "Quite possibly made" By administrations in which you served. You have questioned whether, 30 years after the event, "Courts are the Appropriate means by which determination is made". And Cambodia Henry? You were complicit In the illegal carpet bombing of neutral Cambodia Which sowed the seeds for the murderous Pol *** regime Pinochet was indicted for human rights violations Diplomacy is a ***** business You did what you thought needed to be done You remain cold and secretive Do you have any remorse or regret? The old Russian proverb is wrong Henry Time does not heal all wounds There is blood on your hands
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
MattG
Henry Kissinger
Oh Henry What a star you are! You always loved to be at the center of attention Your accomplishments in diplomacy are well known You brokered the peace treaty between Israel and Egypt You effected detente with the Soviet Union You opened up the way for Nixon in China You negated the Communist threat in Chile You said it yourself "Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.” You have admitted that mistakes were "Quite possibly made" By administrations in which you served. You have questioned whether, 30 years after the event, "Courts are the Appropriate means by which determination is made". And Cambodia Henry? You were complicit In the illegal carpet bombing of neutral Cambodia Which sowed the seeds for the murderous Pol *** regime Pinochet was indicted for human rights violations Diplomacy is a ***** business You did what you thought needed to be done You remain cold and secretive Do you have any remorse or regret? The old Russian proverb is wrong Henry Time does not heal all wounds There is blood on your hands
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Cancer that murderous thing can happen to all and kin and the suffer and fear will make you pray on the tier Don't think God is easy as he kills all over the world he did not slaughter millions not with his might almighty Oh yes he did not want children to die but oh dear he is a child killer and what in Cambodia and the rest oh these wicked wars More then I can really believe you have done to yourselves none here have sanity in heaven for you lead the Earth to hell For you are Cancer a wound on earth you died long before at the day of your birth By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
christos-andreas-kourtis
Cancer
Cancer that murderous thing can happen to all and kin and the suffer and fear will make you pray on the tier Don't think God is easy as he kills all over the world he did not slaughter millions not with his might almighty Oh yes he did not want children to die but oh dear he is a child killer and what in Cambodia and the rest oh these wicked wars More then I can really believe you have done to yourselves none here have sanity in heaven for you lead the Earth to hell For you are Cancer a wound on earth you died long before at the day of your birth By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Just what do we know about Ward Churchill? That radical agitator, That Colorado college professor Most famous for calling Twin Tower 9/11 dead technocrats Little Eichmanns. Noteworthy is the fact that The United States Supreme Court Denied certiorari, Passed on hearing his claim of Unlawful discharge. Unlawful discharge? Sounds felonious and vile: Like pus laced with ***** A criminal secretion, like mucus Smuggled past Customs: Vaginal contraband. Sorry, Ward. We just don’t give a **** Your fake Indian pedigree, Your bogus Vietnam fairytales, Your phony combat record, Your forward ops recon Way out in ******* Cambodia, Fall flat like Buffalo turds. You’ve been slick, Ward. Hired originally to fill Some gratuitous affirmative action quota, Denied tenure in two legitimate departments, You create some ******** academic discipline For campus freaks & geeks. Self-appointed Department Chairman, A fraudulent college professor from the start, Once tenured, a courageous warrior for free speech. Describing Native American history as genocide. Summing up American history as Holocaust denial. Professor Churchill was all of these things, And less. But using the Holocaust metaphor To anchor one’s fakakta politics? That was the proverbial last straw, The camel buster, if you will. Especially since most of the Stockbrokers & market analysts Crushed in the rubble were Jewish. Hava Nagila, Babaloo!
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
giuseppi-martino-buonaiuto
"Ward Churchill's Little Eichmanns"
Just what do we know about Ward Churchill? That radical agitator, That Colorado college professor Most famous for calling Twin Tower 9/11 dead technocrats Little Eichmanns. Noteworthy is the fact that The United States Supreme Court Denied certiorari, Passed on hearing his claim of Unlawful discharge. Unlawful discharge? Sounds felonious and vile: Like pus laced with ***** A criminal secretion, like mucus Smuggled past Customs: Vaginal contraband. Sorry, Ward. We just don’t give a **** Your fake Indian pedigree, Your bogus Vietnam fairytales, Your phony combat record, Your forward ops recon Way out in ******* Cambodia, Fall flat like Buffalo turds. You’ve been slick, Ward. Hired originally to fill Some gratuitous affirmative action quota, Denied tenure in two legitimate departments, You create some ******** academic discipline For campus freaks & geeks. Self-appointed Department Chairman, A fraudulent college professor from the start, Once tenured, a courageous warrior for free speech. Describing Native American history as genocide. Summing up American history as Holocaust denial. Professor Churchill was all of these things, And less. But using the Holocaust metaphor To anchor one’s fakakta politics? That was the proverbial last straw, The camel buster, if you will. Especially since most of the Stockbrokers & market analysts Crushed in the rubble were Jewish. Hava Nagila, Babaloo!
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I grew up knowing we are a broken race, A race that changes smiles to frowns on everyone's face, A race of pity, a race of self destruction, A race of slaves, a race of savages. I grew up knowing that we are the poison to the sea, Acid to the earth And pollution to the air. I grew up embarassed of my colour, Embarassed of my Nation, Embarassed of my Continent... I guess I didn't know better That one day I will discover of our Greatness. I discovered that our forefathers walked all four corners of the Earth. Let me rephrase that... Our forefathers were acknowledged in all corners of the Earth. I discovered we were once tutors of the world, We were once Astronomers of the stars, Travellers of Mother Earth, Doctors to the sick And Founders of great kingdoms like Cambodia, parts of Egypt, America etc... We were founders of some of the world's oldest civilisations, The olmec vivilization. African child, how far have you fallen? I get so much joy and pride when I look back, Back beyond the slave's era, Further before the missionaries, The beauty I see. I am overwhelmed by the greatness of our Africanism. Where did it all go wrong? We have such great history But it all sounds like a myth or a mystery Especially when I say that we once walked tall and high in the foreign lands of America, Not as slaves but as residents and rulers. Our history shouts of our greatness, It tells us that the first man to be saluted as Emperor of China Was the son of the soil, the son of Africa. Our history tells a story of our existence in India, Our great kingdoms in Cambodia and Scotland. Our history even goes back further to the ancient times of the Bible. It speaks of ****** a great man in the eyes of the Lord, The father of Cush, the founder of Cushite, a black nation. It saddens me to see us disrespect our elders like this For they hold our rich history. They hold the bridges we have forgotten, They hold the secrets of our Nation. They were there when mama Africa gave birth to us And we will weep when mama Africa swallows them up. We will not cry for they have gone But we will cry for the knowledge we have buried. If you don't believe me ask the sage Ntate Credo Mutwa. Wake up Africa. Wake up and Rise... Rise African Child!
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
rapnapoleon_za
RISE AFRICAN CHILD
I grew up knowing we are a broken race, A race that changes smiles to frowns on everyone's face, A race of pity, a race of self destruction, A race of slaves, a race of savages. I grew up knowing that we are the poison to the sea, Acid to the earth And pollution to the air. I grew up embarassed of my colour, Embarassed of my Nation, Embarassed of my Continent... I guess I didn't know better That one day I will discover of our Greatness. I discovered that our forefathers walked all four corners of the Earth. Let me rephrase that... Our forefathers were acknowledged in all corners of the Earth. I discovered we were once tutors of the world, We were once Astronomers of the stars, Travellers of Mother Earth, Doctors to the sick And Founders of great kingdoms like Cambodia, parts of Egypt, America etc... We were founders of some of the world's oldest civilisations, The olmec vivilization. African child, how far have you fallen? I get so much joy and pride when I look back, Back beyond the slave's era, Further before the missionaries, The beauty I see. I am overwhelmed by the greatness of our Africanism. Where did it all go wrong? We have such great history But it all sounds like a myth or a mystery Especially when I say that we once walked tall and high in the foreign lands of America, Not as slaves but as residents and rulers. Our history shouts of our greatness, It tells us that the first man to be saluted as Emperor of China Was the son of the soil, the son of Africa. Our history tells a story of our existence in India, Our great kingdoms in Cambodia and Scotland. Our history even goes back further to the ancient times of the Bible. It speaks of ****** a great man in the eyes of the Lord, The father of Cush, the founder of Cushite, a black nation. It saddens me to see us disrespect our elders like this For they hold our rich history. They hold the bridges we have forgotten, They hold the secrets of our Nation. They were there when mama Africa gave birth to us And we will weep when mama Africa swallows them up. We will not cry for they have gone But we will cry for the knowledge we have buried. If you don't believe me ask the sage Ntate Credo Mutwa. Wake up Africa. Wake up and Rise... Rise African Child!
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filled with shades of yesterday the river road's thick air labors in my chest as the intangable wall of blind rage strikes again and again in thoughts too powerful for wishfull thinking to deny fists clenched slamming down on the ungiving pavement gives only voice to the uselessness of this rage it has neither reason or goal it simplly bleeds thru awake mind it simply breeds like a disease an infection of the moral soul with shades of rationalizations they printed a book and built a church to their god of lies and the misguided truths others hold as a path of reason *scape goat to their inadequacy lambs to the slaughter the fresh recruits stare in wide eyed wonder at the drawn blades dont it look like nirvana when what your leaving behind didnt wear such a sweet smile some things will never change they learned that in the great war they learned that in the feilds of cambodia the monsters feed and their lips red with blood ...smile... death is never frightened its allways has a smile* the river road far behind but its taint lingers as all evil men will long after their due date rotting in plain sight but nobody can afford to strike the tent and bury the corpse after all he was a celebrated smile he was a devil to dish the news and loved to lend a helping hand but only if that hand held a blade *if i had only closed my eyes if i had only turned my back i would not be here today wither that be a good thing or nay waits in the wings* get me out of here
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
mark-john-junor-1
river road revisted (part two) pale sky
filled with shades of yesterday the river road's thick air labors in my chest as the intangable wall of blind rage strikes again and again in thoughts too powerful for wishfull thinking to deny fists clenched slamming down on the ungiving pavement gives only voice to the uselessness of this rage it has neither reason or goal it simplly bleeds thru awake mind it simply breeds like a disease an infection of the moral soul with shades of rationalizations they printed a book and built a church to their god of lies and the misguided truths others hold as a path of reason *scape goat to their inadequacy lambs to the slaughter the fresh recruits stare in wide eyed wonder at the drawn blades dont it look like nirvana when what your leaving behind didnt wear such a sweet smile some things will never change they learned that in the great war they learned that in the feilds of cambodia the monsters feed and their lips red with blood ...smile... death is never frightened its allways has a smile* the river road far behind but its taint lingers as all evil men will long after their due date rotting in plain sight but nobody can afford to strike the tent and bury the corpse after all he was a celebrated smile he was a devil to dish the news and loved to lend a helping hand but only if that hand held a blade *if i had only closed my eyes if i had only turned my back i would not be here today wither that be a good thing or nay waits in the wings* get me out of here
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Dinner with old friends: salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne       with broccoli, two white wines. Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia. The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms,       the trucks, such comfort. The ancients knew this too yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war. How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed       suffering? That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any       time a majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not       Kurds, Chechyns, Tibetans and Armenians? Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we       debate or whine about the other side winning and making a mess of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with       voting machines, what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq, school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss       surrounding the little promontory life. It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a       good citizen. Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet two white wines.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
robert-ronnow
Two White Wines
Dinner with old friends: salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne       with broccoli, two white wines. Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia. The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms,       the trucks, such comfort. The ancients knew this too yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war. How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed       suffering? That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any       time a majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not       Kurds, Chechyns, Tibetans and Armenians? Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we       debate or whine about the other side winning and making a mess of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with       voting machines, what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq, school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss       surrounding the little promontory life. It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a       good citizen. Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet two white wines.
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