Best North Korean Poems
My curfew according to my mom is, “before the sun goes down!”
She never gives me the time to meet with friends and hang around
My dad on the other hand lectures me in Korean
He still doesn’t realize that I literally cannot understand him
He might as well be talking in Japanese and his english is ‘berry weak’
These are the reasons why we don’t really speak
Dinner’s always the same, no taco Tuesday or leftover Monday involved
Every meal is eaten with rice- but one time we had mashed pot- just kidding that’s never happened at all
Brown rice, white rice, skinny rice, fat rice, guess we got some variety there
Mom says, “Be grateful, there are starving children everywhere”
Come to think of it, a family meal at McDonald’s is something we’ve never had
Guess that means all my meals are very sad
Neither parent wants to give me the independence that I need
But I won’t complain for I’m afraid mother will hit me
Like a bird I want to explore the world
But my strict Korean parents clipped my wings- they might be disturbed
So I spend my time visualizing the world through the T.V.
Never had cable cause cable’s ‘not pree’
Netflix is what I got, a blessing I love having
Bob’s Burgers, Parks & Rec, and The Office keep me laughing
My mom finds it annoying, my dad doesn’t get the puns
He’s always asking me how people sitting in an office can make me laugh so much
On another note, high school parties, are wild and pretty cray
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never gotten an invite, but my parents would never let me go anyways
I check the snapchats of my friends, they’re out bowling at 1:35 am
If it weren’t for my parents, then I would be out with them
No matter what I do, my parents just can’t see
That they’re Kim Jong Un and I’m a helpless North Korean trying to break free
I believe
Because I don’t know
I know the sun rises in the east and sets in the west
I know spring follows summer
Summer follows autumn
Then winter
But do I know God exists?
No, I don’t
That's why I believe
Why do you believe?
Because it gives me hope
It gives me strength
To march on with my life
My mother believed
She lost first three babies
Even before they could walk and talk
During WWII
She lost her son when he was 15
He volunteered to join Japanese army
To save his father from prison
After the war he came home injured
And died a year later
After liberation from Japan
His oldest son was labelled a communist
In the democratic south
Police harrased her
Day and night
'Where is your son hiding?'
'I don't know, Sir'
Was her only reply
During the Korean War
She saw her husband walking away
Between two soldiers
Never to return
All through her married years
She was harassed by Japanese police
Harassed by North Korean soldiers
Harassed by South Korean police
But she marched on
With her head straight
Her heart in compassion
She prayed without ceasing
Asking God for strength
To march on with her travails
She lived to ninety two long years
And left this world
With smile on her face
A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers
and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity.
The birth place to the Toilet theme amusement park
and a camp of makeup obsessed men.
The fourteenth day of every month is set aside in romance’s banquet
except that of the fourth month when mourning becomes love’s pirate.
February is for young men, march, three times for the ladies.
Prides in the globally acknowledged Boryeona Mud Festival
and gives socialization a new countenance in the “hoesik” event,
while new standards in robotic technology is climaxed
as prison guards, patrols, anti-jelly fish squad and teachers
actively exist through exciting artificial intelligence.
A humiliating public ritual in a form of crime reenactment,
personality stereotypes emanating from the different blood groups,
a nationwide superstitious repugnance to the red ink;
very cultured to even create a backlash
on Bill Gates’ presidential handshake;
typify a people coming a long way from a turbulent past.
A territory of very bright and brainy students;
the god of the LG, Hyundai and Samsung among others;
and to the largest church in size and congregants in the world.
It is the well preserved garden where plastic surgery strives
all to show an amazing growth once heavily stunted,
suffering a suppression entertained by the comfort ladies;
somehow causing a perspective towards the rising sun
to be similar to the swastika’s view by the Jews.
Despite the Japanese colonization, soviet meddling and North Korean threats,
it’s still showing mental strength to be the world’s 12th largest trading Nation.
Kim Jong-un is a vile
North Korean leader,
who hides behind a smile.
He places himself first
inciting war and hate,
of all men, he's the worst.
Cheering his cocky strut
you have the same rights,
as any other mutt.
You have the right to die
when and how he chooses,
for freedom's just a lie.
You have the right to crawl
and cow down on your knees,
as he makes you feel small.
You have the right to give
him all that you possess,
and be grateful you live.
(Tercets)
8/25/2015
Human being shell sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep forever
Right up we must get to the hard truth
and not blind out the fact
that our wisdom and common sense
should not have been overestimated more
in certain crucial circumstances
when we have got access even for instance
to the limitless power and possibilities,
as it happened in French Alpes,
when Lubits tempted deadly by the very thought and way
that he will might turn airbus to the crash
for instance filling the God legacy and omnipotence.
Entirely all deals and events
which demanded limitless power and responsibility,
limitless calculations,
limitless competence and preciseness
and limitless hard works and efforts
might be totally excluded
from our control and assessment,
we might got all this staff
to the autopilot guiding
of modern technologies, GPS and other computations
that works much more better
without any human intervention
for the very working processes.
Mr. Al Gore knew something about it
when he planned the Global system
of autopilot security services.
for the benefits and survive people
in the modern jungle of high tech.
You judge the Lubits atrocious action
which lead to murder of 150 passengers,
yes, you are right but also we must judge
the Sirian dictator and North Korean Kim Chen Yn
and national lieder of Russian Federation
and hundredth other persons
sticking up deadly to limitless power and rule,
we must judge also religions, traditions
which despised the freedom of person
and right of women and children
and entire world must switch on
to the Global safety infrosracture.
Human shall sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep.
If someone held limitless power
even for instance
close to us or at far distance,
its mean the world goes down to precipice.
God please help us
expelled out and ousted
the myriads our tirans and autocrats
in power and in preparation, in family
in our soul and in our mentality.
Human being shell sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep forever.
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I awoke from my cocoon now knowing my time
I'm actually half-human from a dimension defined
But so honoured to be able to look back, and track
To witness such wanton carnage and throw up!
But it's where do I start to tidy up historical mess
As I read back a planet that's severely distressed
North Korean, American, or all with Nuclear extent
Look what you've done now, little left to repent
To amend defend this descend in such destructiveness
Tearing apart the only utopia oasis universal blush
Implosion explosion it's where you've dragged her to be
I'm now somewhere else sitting under somebody's tree
"Political power grows out of the barrel
of a gun" - Mao Zedong.
North Korea has nuclear;
current regime's fear
of falling out is clear.
China, Philippines, Japan,
and Taiwan all claim possession
of South China sea -
China claims it owns the sea
because it has the name China
on it.
Syrian warfare is like venom
of different animals mixed
together in a dark blender;
you can't tell who's ISIS, al-qaeda,
Hizbollah, Iranian agents,
Syrian rebels or Regime Forces.
A North Korean sub is missing in the sea;
no one knows what's next....
Russia and United States have differences
on how Syrian War should be handled.
Myriads of Syrian refugees cry at the gates
of Europe;
like Mary and Joseph in the Inn,
there's a few people letting them in.
Dalai Lama still cries for freedom
for the Tibetans.
Corruption still eats away economies
in African counties and national cakes.
Donald Trump wants an America
with no immigrants-
I think he's saying goodbye
to globalisation.
Boko Haram want to create a Caliphate
empire across West Africa.
Politics, the Grimm Reaper,
is here and listening!
Look for this tragic dilemma:
either people have reached the real powers
and handled the weal of engine
or government done the same
wiped people completely out
from ruling, managing and controling.
Either nation harnessed rulers
through election, freedoms
and other democratic institutions and values,
either rulers slipped away again and again
from common monitoring,
hooked heavily country by its gills.
At first scenario your fate going gradually
for recovering and prosperity
maybe slowly, after some disasters and calamities,
discherishes and dishonesties
under the guide by community,
but never lost hopes
the people who harnessed powers.
In the second case
when government bodies
took powers on theirs hand
the unhappy country and people
drifted slowly and implacable
for the stagnation and dying
through killing freedoms and justice
in police, mass-media, election,
eventually fatally
all structure descended to repressions.
unjustice, wars, starvation, deficient
and multiple lacks and problems
so familiar for Soviet empire
in its 7O year biography:
theirs birth, increasing,
pride, glory
and total worthlessness
and bankruptcy.
Our world has kept many other tragic examples
of enfoldment the worthiest scenarios
Look for the North Korean regime
or what happened with Cuba
under the life-long ruling of brave Fidel Castro,
honestly say two thirdth of all nation and countries
can not to learn this art
for their government firmly harnessing.
They appointment person, presidents and prime-ministers
slip away from common control
leading with their atavistic desires are sordid and sinister.
God bless USA and West as whole
to be a good teachers for this world
that is the best advice that I told
for the mine and next generations
who don’t want sacrifice their precious lives
for the bad and cruel guiding at all.
Countries should launch rockets for the exploration of space.
A little Asian nation wants to join the nuclear arms race.
The capital city is known as Pyongyang.
Its leader is a little xenophobic ying yang.
There have been more than sixty years of uneventful peace.
This absurd jerk apparently wants it all to cease.
These events are leaving plenty of people a bit annoyed.
I would like to see the rest of the world before it's destroyed.
From news stories found in various places.
A day in my life
She coming out of the bus she has forgotten the umbrella walks
slowly and her face is more African now that she is old,
she uses it as a walking stick, which she says for the aged, I think
my love for her has grown over the years, and I cannot think of
the time we were apart before we met twenty-two odd years ago.
We have Christmas day here and next day take the bus to
a hospital in Lisbon that specialises in hip replacement
We will stay the night in the metropole have good meal and look
at things- for my part rather like a grumpy North Korean leader
then back to my Algarve with trees and big boulders
Tomorrow we are eating at a hotel they are not serving turkey but
Cabrito (goat meat) sauté potatoes and a lot of sweets I don`t care to
know about; since I`m driving only water or tomato juice.
It is an ordeal for me to be among people I don`t know I will take 5 ml
of Valium, it will keep me calm until I simmer down and laugh at bad jokes
as told by an exhibitionist. We can`t stay long since we are living in the morn
On a short walk outdoors I saw my dog she walked beside me I bent down
to pat her head but she saw something and ran into the bushes I called her
name; Bambi come here when it dawn on me she had been dead for ten
years and it made me think of my own mortality, but not in a gloomy way.
Sun, blue sky and stillness now the hunters have gone drinking in a cafe,
but the visit from Bambi perked me up so did a cup of coffee when coming
home, nothing out of the ordinary yet, I persist on dreaming of tomorrow
T'es Ou?
That's all I heard for 10 minutes straight
one sautéed Brussels morning in the metro
with everyone, their brother, perhaps their dog
peeing on my leg, or at least, it felt that way,
sweat running down inside my trousers
and this one woman who refused to shut up,
pink phone clutched in glittery talons,
cheap earrings swaying in time with her hand
and three offspring exploring the car like raccoons
in my trash, threading through my legs, drooling.
"T'es Où?"
"Where are you?"
as they say in London
Who could say? Possibilities abound.
Prague is nice this time of year.
The local department store had an ad,
two-for-one socks, today only.
North Korea's not half bad.
"T'es Où?"
Not here, obviously, being brighter
and more fortunate than I, who is here,
who can hear you, who wishes he couldn't ,
who wishes North Korean visas
were easier to acquire.
"T'es Où?"
was the last thing I heard, her voice,
her odour, her brood, trailing out the door
into the baked street above, where she
may still be looking for that person's hiding spot,
her children sniffing trees in her wake.
London 2012 Worldwide poets still needed for Festival event
More than 20 writers are still needed for an event to include a poet from every nation competing in the 2012 Olympics and Paralympics.
Ha, ha, this Laureate is an interesting candidate:
Writers already confirmed include Jang Jin Seong - former court poet to North Korean dictator Kim Jong-il.
GREAT LEADER
Kim Jong-il.
I praise you with my quill
Jong can do no wrong
Because he pays my bill : )
This North Korean Yo-Yo is threatening disaster
With nuclear destruction, let's send him to pasture
He must be stopped
Whatever the cost
When Yo-Yo's crop up, they're like a cancer
In the west any woman
can invite a man to bed,
but do that stuff in Iran
and they’ll huck rocks ’till she’s dead.
In the west any Christian
can get with like folk to pray,
try doing that in China
and they might just lock you away.
In the west any person can
criticize religious figures,
do the same in the Middle East
and they kill you with great vigor.
In the west we own up to
mistake made against Indians,
to this day Turkey denies what
it did to the Armenians.
In the west our women take part
in public like and politics,
in Saudi lands the women are
shrouded up in tent fabric!
In the west we’re open to
music of every kind,
in the Muslim world music is
often evil in God’s eyes.
In the west if a man steals
he’s gotta do time in the slam,
in Arabia they would rather
publically chop of your hands??!!
In the west we long ago
fought to free those who were enslaved,
but in Libya and Sudan
you can still buy them to this day.
In the west our poor people
often suffer from being fat,
how many North Korean poor
wish they could ‘suffer’ like that?
In the west we always expect
rule-of-law to serve us well,
in Mexico half the police
are working for the drug cartels.
In the west natural rights
are recognized the greatest good,
superseding even culture,
as your freedoms always should.
But in so much of this planet
naught but tyranny persists,
with cultures that deny the fact
that your rights even exist.
Professors say we’re all the same,
aren’t they supposed to be smart?
Results alone speak for themselves,
tear their rantings all apart.
Look at the ideas that have doomed
the once rich Venezuela,
ask how many people are now
desperately swimming to Cuba?
They all come here seeking success,
of that there is little doubt,
our ideas are so appealing
we build fences to keep them out!
Despite our past imperfections,
the cold hard fast can’t be missed.
when it comes to self-improvement,
the west’s running away with it.
Our history and our results
so very clearly can attest,
the cultures, they are not the same,
and the west really is the best.
(14 year old boy with mother in a police station during the Korean War)
The captain
His feet on his desk
Smoking a cigarette
Where’s your scumback communist brother?
I don’t know, Sir.
Where’s your father?
Supposed to be a Christian minister?
North Korean soldiers took him away
Several weeks ago
Didn’t a communist son
Help save his father?
No
Mother said
My brother was an idealist
Not a North Korean communist
Who told you all those lies?
I’m telling the truths, Sir
Mother told me never tell lies
So, my people are all liers
And you are telling the truth?
Captain scoffed
That does it
Go ahead
The captain ordered the policeman
Who was holding a pistol
On my temple
Yes, Sir
The police pulled the trigger
My head jerked
I pictured a bullet
Going through my head
Coming out the other side
With gray matter
But I felt nothing
Then I heard a woman’s voice
My mother’s voice
I turned
Mother’s on the floor
With her hands
Reaching out toward me
With her mouth open
With her eyes round
That night I could not sleep
Question troubled me
The bible tells
God who even looks after lilies in the field
That withers within days
Surly he will take care
Of his people
Then why doesn’t
God take care of us?
His people?
(From 'Sustained by Love thru the Wars', my Korean story, on Amazon)