Best Asians Poems
Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?
Pride swallowed to remain independent
Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face
Her late spouse a decorated hero
Annie’s lifestyle a national disgrace
More enlightened cultures all over the world
Have revered their seniors throughout history
Asians and Native Americans
Are just two who honor their ancestry
Polynesians, other Pacific tribes
Respect the wisdom that comes with age
Seniors are welcome in family homes
But here in the states they’re placed in a cage
Bone-thin Annie Lesley chose to be free
Amazing neighbors with her endurance
When social services tried to intervene
She fought with remarkable resilience
Old photos on walls told many great tales
But only purring Tibby was listening
Each morning she rose to care for her cat
Until the day that Tibby went missing
In tears she claimed he must have been poisoned
Though in cat years he was older than she
Each day she sat by the window, staring
Awaiting the homecoming of Tibby
She’d been abandoned by society
Lost in the world’s most “progressive” nation
For sacrificing her spouse in World War II
Annie received little compensation
This widowed war bride never had children
Her mate had met his fate in Normandy
Posthumous awards she dusted each day
Annie’s life was defined by loyalty
To a man and a cat who never came home
And the vigil she kept all alone
Ended quietly one warm summer night
When an angel came to take Annie home
With a can of cat food in hand when found
Annie had nothing else to eat in her house
This is the way a veteran’s wife died
And tear stains had blemished her faded blouse
Although seniors’ wisdom is heeded
In societies that grow from history
Too many like Annie lead lonely lives
Wisdom untapped, they die in poverty
Categories:
asians, age, cat, endurance, life,
Form:
Rhyme
In mount caves of the West, rich of looted gold
Sleep scaled beasts of fiery breath and poisoned wings
But son, look to the Eastern seas and there behold –
The majestic and the true, the great Dragon Kings!
They ride trains of cloud through azure skies
Bringing rain to bless the wilting land
Through epochs they have climbed, the most wise
A thousand years clutched in one clawed hand.
It is an orb of pearl that they have earned
Some say it fell from a blossoming heaven
The Imugi that catches it is to Dragon turned
Entrusted with power to guard kingdoms of men.
No wings do they need that flap and scare away;
For true kings don’t rely on anything but their might
They breathe not dark fires; their souls shan’t decay
Carving rivers and seas, they bring hope and light.
So son, you need not fear of the dragons in false lore
That fly through towns, destroying with fire and shade
Instead, watch for these emperors prevailing through yore
These are the true Dragons, and their lights never fade.
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FYI: The dragons I am speaking of here are those from Eastern tales -- the Asians have always viewed dragons as benevolent creatures that bless and benefit mankind. Here's a link to a graphic pic to guide your imagination... http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/d/dragon_wars_082807/dragon.jpg
Categories:
asians, fantasy, hope
Form:
Quatrain
In this world
Power rules
What would have happened
If Germany won WWII in Europe?
If Japan won WWII in Pacific?
Jewes would have disappeared
On this planet
Japan would have
Beheaded millions of
Asians
Their headless bodies scattered all over
Thier heads piled up on street corners
Church doors?
All closed
Shinto Shrines?
Full of life
People worshipping
Japnese emperor
Not because
Of their desire
But because
Of their lives
Thanks God
Democracy won
The war in Europe
Democracy won
The war in Pacific
Democracy won
Because they had
Stronger miliatry power
Let's face it
In this world
POWER RULES
Categories:
asians, power,
Form:
Free verse
Each morning of my workweek, I board the E Street Bus
I see familiar faces, there are a lot of us
But if I look closer, I see more than faces
I see a kaleidoscope made up of many races
Two Asians in domestic clothes chat in a dialect
A well dressed man in front of me, is British I detect
Across the aisle, a black man with knitted cap pulled low
Hears music through his ear buds, while weaving to and fro
Several are Caucasian from many walks of life
Teens and kids and elders, a husband and a wife
A dark skinned man looks at me, and judging from his dress
His race is likely Indian, but that is just my guess
As my stop approaches, I look around again
Survey the many colors, the women, kids and men
As I step on the sidewalk, my day not yet unfurled
I'm thankful that the E Street bus let's me touch the world
Categories:
asians, life, people, social
Form:
Rhyme
Yesterday Asians, Jews today
Yet Native Americans pray,
"To settle a score
Grant us love, not war,
So children can go out to play!"
Categories:
asians, culture, peace, war,
Form:
Limerick
A pair of monolid eyes, and I’m academically enlightened.
As if I’m some talented prodigy on his way to an Ivy League.
Able to quickly solve problems without ever breaking a sweat.
Absolutely - perfect - in every single subject I decide to take on.
Always an A+, an automated Asian-American achiever android
As an unwilling recipient of a C in Algebra 2, I really disagree.
Before you chant “Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow!”,
Consider the billions of Asians who are never working in STEM.
Division homework I can handle, algebraic functions, not so much.
Even with A’s in Geometry last year, my EOC score was only a two.
For every decent grade I earn, is a test I end up completely bombing.
Good student, yes. But “perfect student?” Not in this lifetime, I am.
The worst feeling in the world is falling so far behind these expectations.
Often, it seems like I’m sinking in an ocean of questions left unanswered.
The water filling up my lungs is all the pressure I have to endure each day.
The air I’m losing more and more of is the confusion and frustration I face.
It’s all too much to bear; not living up to this idea of what I’m supposed to be.
Sometimes, I wish I was one of those geeky cliches, non-Asians think of us as.
So no, Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Columbia, Brown, Cornell, Dartmouth,
and Penn are not camping outside my door with a full-ride in their hands.
I don’t know how to graph cubic or polynomial functions to save my life.
Complex solutions and complicated rational functions have accurate names.
And shoutout to Chemistry, where my mathematical issues have extended to.
I still don’t get what those equations have to do with elements and formulas.
Truthfully, I’m just not the model minority stereotype people think I am.
I have many strengths and lots of weaknesses, just like everyone else.
I’m not special. I’m hardly the greatest mind this school has ever seen.
Am I thrilled about it? Heck no. If only I was good at Math and Science.
But what’s the use in lamenting? All I can do to change that is to improve.
Inside, I know I’m very smart. Not perfect at all. But still smart nonetheless.
Years from now, I’ll realize that, even with all my flaws, I am good enough.
And no matter how much I fit into a stereotype, the truth is all that matters
Categories:
asians, discrimination, racism,
Form:
Free verse
Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.
Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.
In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.
It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”
The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.
Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.
True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.
Categories:
asians, history, hope, life, peace,
Form:
Pastoral
As the world shifted and divided from whites, Hispanics, and Asians and of course African Americans due to pointless killings from the men in blue, the police. Blacks stormed through their cities protesting and looting. Burning down buildings and franchises that begin to mean very little to them. Blacks from all ages march with angry eyes and balled up fist and crying hearts that beat to a tune that sounded of "justice" Surprisingly non-blacks marched aside of them showing a caring side for once. But it still was not enough to move the cold heart of the president. He sit on his throne in deep thoughts with eyes or anger toward this. He made statements on shooting the looters if it continued. As the looting kept going along with protesters the army got involved as the president stated with not intentions of bluffing. All over the world blacks protested screaming a triumph or peace and justice with tears that many prayed would reach the most high. Right before the army front line infantry pointed their guns at all the black men which was instructed by the president to do so. A loud Now was shouted! Boom!!! Bang!!! they started shooting but every black person who stood in front of them or watched from their homes on television or from across the globe all of a sudden disappeared. The president watching from his throne suddenly swallowed racist hate like spit and his mouth dropped. The army men whom where black was not at the side of the white or Hispanic or Asian shooter nor in the tanks nor in any military to service. They vanished in the blink of a eye. White protesters searched for their black friends who they stood with, with love and a caring heart. Then a old man with a wooden stick that he used to help him walk, with white wool like hair and skin like bronze and his eyes made every one shake in fear. His eyes were like a flame of fire. He then walks up to the army and looks up at the president looking down from a far and he whispered but his whisper was loud touching the ear of all whites and Hispanics and Asians across the globe.
Are you happy now?
Then this mysterious man said. One should never aim to rule nor remain attached to a secondary world. I shall see you all soon and he whispered again softly that only the president could hear this.
"Revelation 13:1-18"
Categories:
asians, care,
Form:
Free verse
How have you been, it's ok to tella
Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see
That Brooks and Paris need some money
Please support our trip to the far east
On the search for gold, spices, and peace
Make an alliance, no more will be deceased
And then with all your glory, power will be released
Now of course you know, I'm a man of navigation
We'll be chasin a new Spaniard nation
No hesitation just regulation
Make a fresh start on a new foundation
No more waitin, this is your chance
Travel be sea and not by land
I promise you we will do the best that we can
And once we succeed I hope you understand
That you will be the most famous queen of all time
Please Miss Isabella, I do not have a dime
Instead of a letter, I'm sending you a rhyme
It sounds a bit better, and rappin's not a crime
But enough about that, let me tell you this
If my directions are right then we will sure not miss
If no corrections are made then I can surely list
A whole scroll full of demands cause we'll be so rich
And I'm not just sayin that trying to be modest
I'm telling you the truth, I'm being totally honest
Nobody else can navigate even as well as I can aim
And once we reach and claim
We'll put your name to fame
Our route is better planned and leadership's a must
In my eyes, we're the only two that you can trust
Let me explain in detail exactly what we need
A whole bunch of sea men and a couple ships indeed
We need a lot of food, and of course some vitamin C
Just to make sure the men don't get scurvy
We need some beer and wine, some utensils to dine
A whole lot of rifles for men on the front line
Acceptable weapons win the battle every time
And I need a lot girls, bout 39 would be just fine
Now my time is almost up, you just need to know my route
We're gonna sail round Africa and take the passage south
And then we'll sail around and finally reach the Asians
That is when we'll start the new Spaniard nation
Categories:
asians, adventure, columbus day, high
Form:
Rhyme
Stereotypes
Black people all have rhythm and are good at basketball
Not a single blond in the world has any brains at all
Englishmen have bad teeth and Mexicans are lazy
And if you think the Dutch aren’t cheap, certainly you’re crazy
All Chinese are bad drivers, and hairdressers are gay
Consensus is that Irishmen get plastered every day
Construction workers are all fat from eating too much dinner
Korean people eat doggy meat trying to get thinner
All athletes have large muscles in between their ears
Italians run the Mafia; at least it so appears
Jews don’t pay retail and they all have giant noses
All teenagers are rebels, everyone supposes
All the French are rude, and Poles aren’t very bright
And Hawaiians hit their surfboards long into the night
Asians all have high IQ’s, and Germans are efficient
Nowhere is there a doctor whose judgment is deficient
All Arabs support terror, and Latins make great lovers
All Navahos snort firewater underneath their covers
Every single homeless person’s on welfare ‘cause he’s needy
And try to find a politician who isn’t mean and greedy
All people who are fat have a tendency to be jolly
And women are bad drivers; you can count on it by golly
Lawyers are out to cheat you, as a rule of thumb
But most of all, don’t you think that stereotypes are dumb
Categories:
asians, funny, poetry, prejudice, society,
Form:
Light Verse
People emigrated from many shores
To a New World that had no closed doors
American culture’s diversity
Thank God we live in the land of the free
Asians, Africans, Europeans too
Many nationalities did accrue
Leaving behind countries with tyranny
Thank God we live in the land of the free
Troubles erupted among many clans
And yet now in peace we stand holding hands
A rainbow of blessings, God’s artistry
Thank God we live in the land of the free
This blend adds richness to the melting pot
Thankful for all the liberty we’ve got
Each has a place in our society
Thank God we live in the land of the free
Discrimination sinks into the past
Knowing that our strong bonds are sure to last
America says, “Welcome” to you and me
God’s blessings found in the land of the free
*Entry for Dane Ann's contest
Categories:
asians, social, upliftinggod, god,
Form:
Kyrielle
I come to this little cove often -
no work, I have time to burn.
See Asians plunder its foreshore,
I still fish - show no concern.
Red-bill seagulls fly in circles,
fight over scraps they have won.
Never giving a thought to Icarus
who flew too close to the sun.
Soon a woman wanders over
and asks me what I’ve caught.
I tell her nothing yet but “you’d
be a great catch” I thought.
I know the swallows smirk at me,
my appearance they detest.
I cast my line and ignore them
(or at least I do my best).
Things start spinning in my head
like what it’s like to drown.
Did King Neptune sit on a throne
and did he wear a crown?
I come alone to this place often
to remember and reflect.
A place of beauty and meaning,
a place where I can forget.
Written: 1992
———
Ladder Bay is a sheltered cove in
the northern beaches of Auckland
New Zealand not too far from my
home in the East Coast Bays.
Categories:
asians, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
It has come out of academia,
and gets some play in the media too,
they cry about ‘decolonization,’
as if time is something they can undo.
They all say it is wrong to go against this,
and I have only a bachelor’s degree,
so who am I to question all of this?
We must decolonize! Listen to me!
We must look to our own America,
and realize that we just don’t belong here,
all pale people should go back to Europe,,
but doing that’s not enough, it appears,
the black people here also have to go,
they must be returned to African shores,
Asians must leave, and mixed blood Latins types,
they can’t be tolerated here anymore.
All the roads and rails also have to go,
since they all came from colonizer minds,
and the natives left can’t live in houses,
they must return to pre-colonized times,
Tipis, longhouses, and no metal tools,
no medicines that aren’t native to them,
smart people say we should decolonize,
they must be living as nomads again!
And oh, how I wish that we could stop there,
but America does not stand alone,
Europe once conquered so much of the world,
the influences they left have now grown,
like those famous Indian long-jackets,
they came from British colonizer frock coats,
Yoga come from British calisthenics,
it must all stop if there is to be hope!
Africa should not be using railroads,
or surviving using high-output crops,
colonizers brought these things to their lands,
for the sake of their people, they must stop!
The Japanese should not be building cars,
or make electronics amongst the best,
they should reject all of the Meiji years,
should cast out all influence of the west,
You cannot wear jeans or dare go online,
cannot wear glasses in front of your eyes,
the colleges spoke, and we must listen,
throw it all out! We must decolonize!
…or, we could just ignore this sh-t and go on with our lives.
Categories:
asians, culture, history, native american,
Form:
Rhyme
Near Earth Objects
NASA watches sky
Asteroids whiz by
It's About Time
`Crazy Rich Asians'
Exceeding all expectations
Chasing Unicorns
Unicorn float stuck
Unicorn startups' luck
Truth Isn't Truth
"Truth isn't truth"
Message for youth?
Culinary Robotics
Creator robot burger
Fad or future?
Oui Oui No No
Public urinals conceived
Paris residents peeved
Take It To The Limit
Eagles Greatest Hits
Most platinum certificates
Categories:
asians, conflict, film, humorous, music,
Form:
Couplet
Li Na Tennis Champion
Asians in general sat up to take notice when from the vastness of China arose a tennis great…
Never mind it was a she, and at an advanced chronological ripe old age of almost touching 30…
Li Na from China was one well travelled tennis star, her world accolades coming in very late…
When many a famous players were thinking of retiring in fatigue, she upped her game to the level elite..
First and only Asian to win a Grand Slam Singles title, she was a ripe old 29 when it happened…
Many more illustrious tennis professionals have long gone to pasture before reaching 29 or after…
But not Li Na the most famous professional tennis player from China, the most illustrious too..
2011 French Open Champion at age 29 followed in 2 years later , 2014 Australian Open at age 32…
Now , if one were to check up on China’s most famous tennis daughter, Wikipedia has it all …
It chronicles in fascinating details the checkered career of this badminton reject since she was small…
An astute coach suggested she had best switch from the ever popular racket game called badminton…
In that big nation of badminton crazies all over, it must have hurt to be ejected from badminton…
But her excellence in tennis was astonishing to say the least, by 1997 she was in the national team…
Incredibly, she was then only a teenage at fifteen when China drafted her into her National team…
Two years later, in 1999 following a 10 months stint sponsored by Nike, Li Na turned professional…
Her rocky path to be a successful professional was camouflaged by her many ITF numerous titles…
However, she quit the National team in 2002, going on to complete a Bachelor of Journalism in 2009..
This was another cap in her journey to tennis success, an academic complement to her tennis prowess…
From the barrage of numerous first evers for this Chinese tennis phenomenon until her retirement..
It is obvious she was a tennis prodigy who happened to come from the far east to tennis fans' amazement...
For further readings of Li Na, the most famous Chinese phenomenon in woman professional tennis …
Do a Google search and feel amazed at the massive write up about China’s most famous daughter in tennis..
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Na
Or Look out for Li Na Superstar Part 2
Categories:
asians, appreciation, celebrity, community, dedication,
Form:
Narrative