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Yo Parents So Strict

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

Copyright © Anna Lee | Year Posted 2016

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Speedily Developing Through the Machines of Perseverance

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.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Kim Jong-un is the vile
North Korean leader
that hides behind a smile.
You have the right to die
when and how he chooses,
for freedom’s just a lie.

You have the right to crawl
upon your hands and knees,
where he makes you feel small.

You have the right to give
him all that you possess,
and be thankful you live.

Watching him proudly strut
you have no human rights,
you're treated like a mutt.

Picture #4
Written Aug24th ,2015 for “KNOCK US DOWN WITH YOUR LINES - Poetry Contest”.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Human being shell sleep no more

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.

Copyright © zamir osorov | Year Posted 2015

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Some Signs Of Our Times

"Some Signs Of Our Times"

The steady rising of gas prices
A terrorist group calls itself ISIS
The really nasty presidential race
All these rockets race to space

Unemployment rises and falls
Our military answers conflicts calls
Trying to understand
the reasons and rhymes
These are some signs of our times!

People wanting higher wages
Fighters really do fight in cages
Viruses are the new health threat
To the sky is this nations debt!

High tech world with low brow ways
Courts deciding marriage for gays
Trying to understand 
the reasons and rhymes
These are some signs of our times!

The rich of course keep grabbing more
The poor will always stay the poor
The North Korean nutcase shouts
"This means war!" 
He's a fool, no doubt!

Nuclear reactors leaking waste
Supersizing isn't done for taste
Trying to understand 
the reasons and rhymes
These are some signs of our times!

Bionic limbs and facial transplants
Distortions of truth
give the news lying slants
Mideast troubles still do exist
Calls for Peace are goodbye kissed 

"Candles and flowers" are everywhere
Can't help but ask "Does anyone care???
Trying to understand 
the reasons and rhymes
These are some signs of our times!

Gun sales are reported to be on the rise
Marijuana people want to legalize
Disrespecting Women is not an oddity
Common sense is a scarce commodity

Where this world is headed is anybody's guess
"Thank You GOD" for YOU still "Love and Bless!"
Trying to understand
the reasons and rhymes
These are some signs of our times!

WTA-IV 5/5/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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The tragic games between rulers and people

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.   

Copyright © zamir osorov | Year Posted 2013

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A poem about that person we've all encountered

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.

Copyright © Darryl Davis | Year Posted 2013

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Politics: The Grimm Reaper

"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!

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

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London 2012 Worldwide poets still needed for Festival event

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.


Kim Jong-il.
I praise you with my quill
Jong can do no wrong
Because he pays my bill : )

Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2012

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Inheriting Titles

Just Romeing Around with my New Black Friend,
Why Don't you Just Kill Me you Pathetic Little Yellow Worm,
Hey You're Right, Yellow is the New Black,
Jobe 11, The Blade of Light,
Let the Last Nail in Every Nazis Coffin be a RED ARROW,
How do you Like Them Apples you Stupid Ugly French Man,
Damn the Torpedos, My Queen is Running Cold,
On Your Knees You Dirty Roman Vickson,
I'll Wipe That Cute Little Von Trap Family Right Out Of Existance,
                                                         That's it, You're Done, The End

the deranged ghost of SIR John A. MacDonald
as played by Kevin Spacey

"I'll have every one of those titles made into a play even if I have to rent my jewellery 
to a Nazis,"
everyone laughs, "ha, ha, ha, ha".

ps. Why you say? Because I am Shakesphere,
and I eat three Subway Clubs for breakfast every week,
why you ask?,
well, it's because they are good for me.

pps. Now my Queen I would like to do a little public inspection of my superforce,
but there is injustice to manage of too much war in the world,
so I want you to send my new right wing commander,
Super Fly Magician,
to flatten that North Korean toad down to a fine powder,
she has been going on and on, 
about what a man she is with her clunky used missiles,
I will take some sand from her lesbian girlfriend, China, 
then place it atop the powder,
and fill it with a diverted river,
from her girlfriends hydro network,
I want to build you a beach house,
and the beauty of it is,
you will still have the young man to the south,
for attending the mid summers night festival,
I mean after all, why waste a good shot,
however, in the spirit of diplomacy, 
give her one week to comply.

ppps. Please turn my tv. antenna up a pinch.

Copyright © Greg Jenkins | Year Posted 2016

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a day in our life

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 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016