Best Borneo Poems
During the Second World War, people were panicking everywhere in the world. And of all continents, Asia was one of the most devastated in the history of wars.
So many people in Asia were victims of slavery. Most of them are women. They were victims of molestation and rape. The worst of all, slitting them in their necks or being stabbed so deep between their breasts after being disrespected.
The story of the loaf of bread started not in China or anywhere else in the North, but in the Far East -- the place called "Pearl Of The Orient." Pearl of the East, as it is sometimes called, is situated north of Borneo and south of Japan, east by the Pacific ocean and west by the China sea. The map itself shows a shape of a human form.
Many people who have lived in the Pearl country had a hard time during the Second War. One loaf of bread is equivalent to one family's meal of six, or even ten. The scarcity of bread during those times is not caused by the insufficiency of flour or yeast. Salt, as an ingredient, is not supposed to be the problem too. Only that salt was used for other purposes.
One loaf of bread is the prize of winning the lives of one whole family in hunger and danger. In different ordeals that almost all captured families were going through back then, if you don't have a loaf of bread then you have to earn it. Otherwise, every single member of the family dies. Many times a loaf of bread is placed on top of the head of the man of the family for shooting. And sometimes a loaf of bread is used for marinating human flesh. If you don't know the exact number of slices in the loaf of bread that you are holding, your life is in danger too.
The loaf of bread is the story of a country's downfall for defending its land from invaders. The loaf of bread is not just food, but life for a loaf of freedom and justice.
We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed
Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land
Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death
Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed
Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time
Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered
Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West
Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared
Form:
Don Johnson Yuan-orang
We was in Coles a shopping center,
The wild man from Borneo appeared,
He reared up an started spraying
Yuan Oranaga-Taunga was here
Followers in their blue-gum robes,
With bark a prickling round their ears,
With dollar coins attached to ear lobes,
Dodged and sidestepped as they savoured
Uric acid and sweet urea,
Holy-man was gesticulating,
Gonads flashing so sincere,
Red hairy waistcoat ever stating,
Yuan a Tanga was the seer,
Deported then he was so,
Dropped by parachute we hear,
Back to the wilds of Borneo,
Thought blinking Wombats bloody *****…
Don
Damn the torpedoes
Damn the torpedoes the Yanks did say,
When duds hit a Jap ship and fell away,
Firing pins weren’t working well,
One sub loosed 13 didn’t break the spell,
Just sometimes one was right.
Bloody thing would ignite,
And the Yanks would bloody yell.
Nineteen fourty four, pins good now for sure,
Sam Dealy and submarine Harder,
Transporting Aussies to Borneo, for,
To upset the Japanese pardeners,
Muiat Suki, Jap Destroyer,
charged the submarine,
Head on was sitting Harder,
1100 yards Dealy fired 3 torpedoes, i mean,
Chopped the fork out of his enchilada,
Next day at 650 yards,
Destroyer Hayanani came,
3 torpedoes hit this Destroyer,
Too many holes it was a shame,
Blew the fork out of his nighty,
Just the same,
The Reaper danced, begorrah,
Z Force men went ashore again ,
Into the wilds of Borneo, and then,
Ole Harder went a hunting men,
Of the Japanese type of fauna.
Don Johnson
Submarine Tinosa (ss283 ) July 24th 1943, attacks Japanese oiler No 3 Tonam Maru west of Truk, Tinosa fires 15 torpedoes 13 hit but only 2 explode. Tonam Maru is towed to Truk by light cruiser Izuzu and used as a floating oil storage tank.
We are primates, one and all
And our heritage is not from the fall.
The primate group is where we’re from
And no matter how far we’ve come
We owe our past through ties of time
And that’s the purpose of this rhyme.
We are a great ape, just like the rest
While some people think we are the best
We share certain traits with others like us
And shows the relationship without a fuss.
With tailless primates, the great apes all
Four Genera of Hominids, but only we stand tall.
But interestingly enough, other Genera are less succinct
Each have two species, reproductively distinct.
Of the chimps, Pan, bonobos in a seemingly fright
Use sex to settle things rather than fight.
The common chimp will settle things
With a stick in hand, that it brings.
Of the Gorilla group, peaceful eaters of fruit, leaf and seed
Just look somewhat different although they can all breed.
There are also some differences in the sounds that they make
As well as the chest beating of which both species partake.
Then Pongo, we have, the oddest of all
On Borneo, sometimes, they descend and stand tall.
But mostly alike with some minor differences in hair
The fascinating thing is the flange that some males bear.
We’re not really sure what the flange is for
But it seems to play a role in sex, we’re almost sure.
One male in an area will develop this trait
And it will seal other males’ reproductive fate.
But given the circumstances, if the situation has need
Any male can develop this structure and breed.
And then we have us, of *****descent
The only naked ape, fully walking not bent.
No others survived, it’s rather quite grim
We are the end of our evolutionary tree limb.
But what separates the monkey from the ape line
Is that monkeys have tails but apes lack this vine.
And in general apes have a bit of the size
In spite of the fact that we lack that tail prize.
The only naked ape, fully walking not bent.
No others survived, it’s rather quite grim
We are the end of our evolutionary tree limb.
But what separates the monkey from the ape line
Is that monkeys have tails but apes lack this vine.
And in general apes have a bit of the size
In spite of the fact that we lack that tail prize.
What You Get Free From Wal-Mart
By Elton Camp
Once you had to pay to see the freak show
Now enjoy it free when to Wal-Mart you go
The fat lady is longer found only at a fair
Go to Wal-Mart and she will be there
Likewise for the Wild Man from Borneo
At Wal-Mart he is anytime that you go
To the cooch show you once paid admission
In Wal-Mart, the sluts are on free exhibition
Many customers will range from X to PG
Shop at Wal-Mart and see it all for free
Red and hairy
Brown eyed and wistful
Long lanky arms
That swing from tree to tree
Sweet gentle red man
Of Borneo forests
The greedy have taken
Away your home
Your forests, your food, your memories
Your families - now fading into history’s mist
They have sold you to Cesar and forgot
God made you
©? Brenda V northeast 6th January 2012
Form:
I observe Rajang,
Enclosed in space,
Rugged Orangutan,
Face to face.
Nonchalantly you inspect,
Stroll towards myself,
We reflect.
Gazing deep, searching souls inner,
Your so beautiful
And me...I'm the sinner.
Inwardly I apologise,
Through embarrassed eyes,
That I am here
Free in.. humane,
Useless thoughts.... in vain.
Audience akin
Your rusted fur
My uncomfortable skin.
Hatred for my peers,
Thirty-nine years wasted yet you amaze,
Attentive gaze,
Foraging stare... so aware,
Soul searching.
For you are the wise old man of Borneo,
Majestic aura, emotions I'll never know,
Yet you and I stand opposed at your enclosure,
Questioning each others composure.
Hands splayed, touch mentally through glass,
Clinically cool, my breaths, I gasp.
Deeply now we analyse,
Through moment shared, emphatically I apologise.
As I am affected, beyond belief
Benevolent thoughts, whilst I bereif.
'I'm so sorry' I whisper
Adding a smear,
Warm breath, cold glass
... Followed by a tear.
Form:
Velvet wrapped ring case
Holding a Diamond ring
Red roses bouquet
Plane tickets to Borneo
Preamble of proposal
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For Combination Of Three Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Second Place
Words Used: Secret box, favorite flowers, plane ticket
12-16-2015
Years ago, I had a college roommate named Herbie.
His uncle was anthropologist Leonard Kirby
who was reported missing when the plane he had flown,
crashed in the Borneo jungle at a spot unknown.
Herbie had insisted his uncle was still alive;
despite what was declared on the news program at five.
Dr. Kirby was an excellent pilot to fly.
Herbie said there’s no way his uncle went down to die.
When the spring break began, Herbie would sell his Hummer,
and got enough money for a trip in the summer.
He asked me to join him on his jaunt to Borneo.
I responded with “Yes, I would really like to go!
Deep in the jungle is where Dr. Kirby appeared.
Herbie recognized him despite his very long beard.
Herb told Dr. Kirby “Uncle Leonard, can’t you see?
I’m your great nephew Herbert; don’t you recognize me?
The old man answered “Yes nephew, don’t be so sappy!
I’ve found a wife and a brand new life, I’m quite happy!”
We were puzzled until we saw this monstrosity;
a huge native woman standing at seven feet three.
Dr. Kirby said “Boys, this is my wife Josephine.
She’s the most wonderful woman I have ever seen!
I’m so glad I found her because she’s so big and strong.
As long as she stays with me, I can never go wrong!
Once she was bitten by a tiger in an attack.
This only made her angry, so she bit him right back.
And here’s the strangest thing that can never be denied:
We heard only two days later that poor tiger died!
No boys, I’m not going back and leave this happiness;
because I owe too much in tax to the IRS.
To me, this jungle is just like heaven on the earth.
If I go back home, they might send me to Leavenworth!
So tell the whole family for me I said hello.
Don’t miss the last flight out of here, so you’d better go!
for "Die a Fun Death Contest"
TOGETHER
We were one, brothers in continents
We were alike, humans in this world
Millions ages ago, we trek together
You the lovely Maya,Incas and Menorah's
You the friendly Chin, Malay and ...........
Paying homage to each in the past centuries, we love
Yes. It is true,I remembered
The great treks from Amazonia through Sahel to Himalaya
We rested in the overgrowth's of Borneo
Those nights we hunt together
Those dawns we worship together
The tree Idols, the Sun, the Moon and the crop gods
That is the blood of brotherliness in us
Warriors of Asanja,
The keepers of the sacred covenants.
True brothers, true humans
Never depart and let not us
Our journey is near to end
Let be together and not asunder
To pray our last.
Call to Amadioha, Chukwu and Onyankopong
As smokes of burnt sacrifices rises high
As those olden days
Calling to him, that shadow of our messenger
To go and see the master for us.
An Indonesian flag is a Polish flag upside down.
The capital of Jakarta is a long way from Warsaw town.
On the islands of Sumatra, Java, and Borneo,
sauerkraut and kielbasa is something they don’t know.
Has the average Indonesian ever heard of Thaddeus Kosciusko?
Does anybody know a good Indonesian joke?
People tell Polish jokes until they choke.
There is little to compare between these two countries.
Poland and Indonesia bear very few similarities.
Borneo Pygmy Elephants are listed as, endangered
and they were isolated, about 300 thousand years ago
from their cousins, on mainland Asia and Sumatra
and they are known as, the smallest Asian Elephant
They have shrinking forests, with human settlements
and there’s a lot of logging, with a conveyor belt running
There are palm oil plantations, creating a lot of sediment
and a lot of agriculture, destroying their natural environment
When I come back I will be a gibbon.
Leaping and bounding from trees,
Swinging and laughing, enjoying my long arms,
Loving my life, my arms like long ribbons.
I will make friends with red howler monkeys,
When they migrate to Asia, where I live. Why?
Because they are ridiculously cute, and I love the
Way they use their tail like another arm, do or die!
Or I might come back as a colobus monkey, because
I really love swinging in trees! They stay up there
No matter what, during rain, and not so gentle breeze.
No wait, I will be an orangutan, living on Borneo.
I like fruit, and I do so much love the idea of this, so!
Unless I can be a chimpanzee, when I come back, or a gorilla.
There are so many choices, and I might even be a man, a simple fella.
Seems the Chinese are saber-rattling near Taiwan
Making the headlines and stoking some fears,
While the Speaker of the House has moved on
To be greeted in the Far East with lots of cheers.
I say, “Go, Nancy, go!” Let all the world know
We are not afraid of those nations who bluster
Americans, free to travel from Paris to Borneo,
Or, wherever, as an 82-year-old, I do trust her!
Would that we had more ladies of her capacity
Our nation would be in a much better condition,
We have far too many men of rank mendacity
Taking our country rapidly into awful perdition.
Written August 5, 2022