Best Caucasian Poems
This poem may get into trouble,
The world wants identity double.
Attempting to culture commonality,
The world champions individuality.
Theft of language has become all too common,
Yesterday’s use today identifies one a strawman.
Definitions change, words take on other meaning,
Often toward groups one way leaning.
At our language different groups continually hack.
In the case of *****, African American, now Black.
Or European, White, then Caucasian,
Korean American, Indian, rather than Asian.
Why is it that unmentionable words,
You know them, our dialect’s turds.
The use of people demeaned still proliferates,
While outsiders use carry’s different weights?
Color, religion, disability, sex, and age,
All lines in the sand drawn to disparage.
We should agree that race be set aside,
Bound together in one Human pride?
Our world needs new words and labels,
Not old words containing past fables.
Words that create, unite, and rejoin,
Not words that change on the flip of a coin.
Straight should mean unbent?
Snowflake should be heaven sent.
Gay should be a happy feeling.
Black’s big “B” should begin peeling.
I applaud the generation of Ze.
The neutral meaning of he or she.
A word with definition created anew.
A word defining both me and you.
8/31/2017
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The flower’s image before me
stares
So overwhelmed by the splendor
my fingers become
agitated
restless
frantic
and what spills
sears mine slip
stunning sky blue decorate
the sylphs eyes
clustered blond tresses ornament
her soft Caucasian flesh
to her hips
leading this soul’s gaze to those
naked distended lips
The poet pining for this
petite nubile miss
It’s not that I am bald;
It’s just that I am follicly challenged.
It’s not that I am short;
It’s just that I am vertically challenged.
It’s not that I am fat;
It’s just that I am sveltely challenged.
It’s not that I am Caucasian;
It’s just that I am pigmentationly challenged.
It’s not that I am boring;
It’s just that I am gregariously challenged.
It’s not that I am clumsy;
It’s just that I am gracefully challenged.
It’s not that I am a racist;
It’s just that I am diversity acceptance challenged.
It’s not that I am a cheat;
It’s just that I am monogomistically challenged.
It’s not that I am lazy;
It’s just that I am motivationally challenged.
It’s not that I am being sarcastic;
It’s just that I am political correctedness challenged.
(NOTE: Please do not think I am all of those things…It is just a poem.)
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
You and I, smiling together and clapping hands.
Erasing ultimatums from drifting lands.
You and I, walking and petting leaves
As together, we nurture our land and plant trees.
You and I, burying the gun and the mortar
As with genuine love, we say no to slaughter.
You and I, fairly sharing our cake fifty fifty,
As, black, Asian or Caucasian, we are but one in the holy trinity.
You and I calmly, praying on different places,
For Muslem or Christian, we are but one without traces.
And while we play, we sing "Hakuna Matata"
For in peace, we would bask just like Mandela
© Temajung Michael T.
BLACKNESS
No racism, we are all made of black
Like a bacon-eating balaclava-wearing bachelor Jack,
And even if you're white or Caucasian,
Can't run from black hair like typical Asian
Cos of creation we all had our fair share
And even if you're blonde or red at all,
Can't run away from black eyeball,
For sure, our full cup of character will always pour,
Even if you're hazel or blue eyes,
Can't run from black eyebrows or lashes
Even if you're completely shaved or albino,
For a spot or birthmark you can't say no,
Even if you're clean, fresh and pure
There'll always be that identification you can't cure
And can't run from a dark soul or dark side,
Whether saved or unsaved, you confide...
In the phenomenon called life
As if both of you were husband and wife
"You're still made of black" is the said slogan,
Whether circumcised, uncircumcised, Jew or pagan.
But if you evade all these notions
You're certainly of or in a dark world of vexations;
Darkness is always here to stay.
BUT LET YOUR LIGHT DO NOTHING BUT SLAY.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2019.
Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers, but this time, it's also
affecting the lives of all young interracial young lovebirds. All types of interracial
relationships have been active since the ending of the 1960s and when all of the schools
and other places have been integrated. It seems that two young people (a teen boy and a
teen girl) would rather date someone outside their race than dating the other that's
within the same race, that includes African American and white teen boys and girls. Like,
for when a black teen boy were to get into a real relationship with a teen white/Caucasian
girl, a teen Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Malaysian,
Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic girl, or a teen Middle Eastern girl, that would be
great for him. And if a black teen girl were to get into a real relationship with a teen
white/Caucasian boy, a teen Asian boy (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese,
Malaysian, Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic boy, or a teen Middle Eastern boy, then
that's great for her, too. What love is trying to do to all teenage lovebirds, including
all interracial teen couples, is to have made them happy, especially when they're around
each other.And what this type of young love is also doing is promoting interracial love
around the entire American nation, including Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, and
California. Interracial relationships among all teenagers are increasing in not just the
United States of America, but the whole world, as well. It also seems to everyone that
both lovebirds of different races will never stop loving each other, not even before the
year 2019. But then, interracial relationships among all teenagers do have a good impact
on then. Their parents (the mothers and the fathers of all different races) should be very
happy for their teen sons and teen daughters, especially when they know that their teens
are in love with each other. And if love among all teenagers continues to grow and grow
without stopping and that all interracial relationships were to increase, even before and
after the year 2020, this is going to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to all
teenage lovebirds nationwide.
To the Dove World Outreach Center and Westboro Baptist Church
At the Sunday gospel meeting
Coded words of hate repeating
Welcome in if you're Caucasian
Enter not if black or Asian
Sheeple purple Kool-Aid drinking
For the ones who do their thinking
Giving up their right to question
For a soothing mind possession
You'll take no vino with the host
It might offend the Holy Ghost
So you'll save your Ray-Bans for
The covered drive-thru liquor store
Come sit upon the front row pews
Be born again to hate the Jews
All brother this and sister that
Unless you wear a bishop's hat
You handle snakes and speak in tongues
But you can't even spell in one
You know a single Spanish phrase
And that's "Habla usted ingles?"
You can abuse that Venezuelan
While you worship Sarah Palin
Who can stoke your fiery yearning
For a little Koran burning
You're the lily of the valley
At the LGBT rally
In the spirit charismatic
And the gun on automatic
Time to do some holy rolling
Just outside your place of polling
In each verse and chapter quoting
Clear instructions for your voting
* Title is from The Merchant of Venice - Act 1, Scene 3
Its creation’s simplicity still stands as a difficult puzzle
head is twisted backwards while in a forward motion
still looking behind at the chronicles of some centuries ago
long before the infiltration of Christian missionaries and Arab traders
is the exact factor making its existence seemingly complex.
Foreign politics and faiths both adopted,
have tied it with the ropes of inferiority
systematically indoctrinated to condemn
its history, personality and civilization,
while grabbing other languages and cultures so dearly
to the point of blindly pushed into Anarchy.
The modern world is on a high speed,
excuses of the west’s exploitations to build their civilizations
are noisy complaints and already cliched.
Small islands with no natural resources as Singapore;
the awe of the miracle of the Han River portrayed by south Korea
and the magical performance of India in information technology
are evidences of old colonies
beating their colonizers in some phases of development.
From Abuja to Addis Ababa, Khartounm to Kigali,
no Caucasian is seen, staying in charge of its state houses
but to give reasons to its mediocrity and indifference,
conspiracy theories and neo-imperialism twaddle are coined.
All these, just complications of a chronic low self esteem
but unfortunately manifesting at a time it should be confident
in the chaotic universe
of western imperialism, Christian materialism and Arab expansionism.
Living my life on the Dole*,
Because my Mum told me so,
Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!",
See, we're a family with pride,
Don't sell fries at super-size,
But where's the pride,
If I can't provide,
For my own style of life,
Spent my money from the *Brew,
On Irn-Bru**, I swear that’s true,
Dreary, damp & cold, This black hole, I call home,
Only 'joy' I get in life’s the 'stick' I use for X-BOX,
And I aint got a tumble dryer so I step with wet socks,
Work-shy, but money-hungry,
Flats cramp-sized & pretty ugly,
Arrogant guy,
Until I woke up and realised that no-one loves me.
Brain melts to slush, in this non-testing occasion,
‘Gain Work’ is a must, for a teenage Caucasian,
Nothing separating me,
From drug-addled Dads of three,
No payday,
Just giro day,
No jobs… great,
Keep trying mate,
No end in sight as unemployment rises,
Government gives you cash like they were handing out prizes,
Where’s my reason to go out & work? My motivation,
Its pleasing no-one now, this escalated situation,
Experience is something that you earn, not that you’re born with,
Inexperienced forever, if I don’t get employed quick,
I don't enjoy sitting on my broken couch for hours,
I'm your Friend with Benefits, can only wash with cold showers.
(*Common British phrases for Jobcentre or Jobseekers Allowance Benefit)
(**Famous Scottish soft drink mass produced around Britain)
Interracial relationships are way better than all-white relationships, all-black
relationships, all-Hispanic relationships, and all-Asian relationships. They're still
considered a bunch of lovebirds, even though they're from different worlds. It's the time
of the month for a black guy to date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic girl, or an
Asian girl (Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, or Korean) and a black girl to date guys that
are outside the African-American race, as well. It seems that everybody's promoting a lot of
interracial relationships around the U.S. of A., especially Texas. Everybody's wondering
that if there will be interracial children involved and stuff. I think that two lovebirds
from different races would become great parents, raising all interracial families. Some of
those interracial relationships don't last long, but I beg to differ. Some of them do last
longer than just 72 hours or even a week. that's why I tend to find a girlfriend that's
outside the African-American race. I'll date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic
girl, an Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, or Vietnamese), or a Middle
Eastern girl, and then have mixed-raced children of my own. And if all interracial
relationships were to stay stronger than ever, that would be very awesome.
When I fall in love with a white girl, I won't flee; I'll know what I'm doing. My love for
a white girl is so powerful, so strong, it makes me wanting to get more of them. A white
girl's beauty is blooming like a dozen of red, yellow, white, and pink roses, especially
by day and by night. She's the sun that shines daylight, the moon that rises at night, and
my shining star. Not only is this beautiful white girl very attractive, she's also
awesome, she's nice, kind, and not judgmental, at all. A white girl is the angel of life
and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I look into her eyes (brown,
olive green, ocean blue, or hazel) they shine like a pair of expensive gems worth $80,000.
And when I see a white girl's smile, it's like an attractive angel is smiling down on me.
Whether she's either short or tall and blonde or brunette, a white girl's still beautiful
inside and out. But I can tell that this white girl is really angry. I can also tell that
she's crying inside and out. The only reason why I care about a white girl's well-being is
because I don't want her to go through all of the pain and suffering. With that much
beauty in a real white/Caucasian girl, not only would I not want her beauty and love to go
to waste, I don't want to take her for granted, either. The reason why I'm in love with a white girl
because she's beautiful, she's smart, and I love her. If this white girl had a nicer,
gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore drama that's going on
in her life. And if we become boyfriend and girlfriend in the near future, things will
never be the same.
Although we are are not born racists
Racism has always been around
Symptoms are: feelings that you are bound
And you cannot turn around
I may be treated indifferent,
because I am not Caucasian:
I may be Indigenous, East Indian, African, Asian or LGBTQ
The color of my blood is still red
The color of my skin comes from my origin
So, how can we blend Orientation, Colour, Creed, and Race?
It is By joining our hands,
And looking face to face
believing we are all equals,
Thinking that everything is fair
An that God holds us all in his hands
Very dear
Written by Mintra J. Mankasingh
2005
I am but an entity in a vast universe,
human in form, of female persuasion
I breathe, I walk, I run and I talk
of my skin I guess label: Caucasian
I wear a few flaws upon my form
though to some they aren’t seen as such
My attitude much depends on yours
though kindness may ignore verbal punch
I try to treat my fellow human friends
in a way that I’d like to be treated
but I’ll not become someone’s doormat
of this, a warning… not repeated
Brown of hair with two matching eyes
…though at my age grey hairs shine through
Mother of two, grandmother of nine
Great-grandmother of more than a few
I am an accumulation of many things
from birth to this point in my life
I’ve welcomed growth within myself
riddled with life’s conflict and strife
Of the spirit within there’s much to blend
with living challenges thrown in the mix
yet still I’m a soul with infinite life
that’s constantly in need of love’s fix
I am a unique and complex gal
labeled and numbered in my world
but none of these can define who I am
I’m still a bloom not completely unfurled
And…In this life I answer to Debra
© Debra Squyres
Laying here in the cut with eyes closed,
listening to the soft, tinkling sound
of the Oriental wind chimes
My mind is calmed by peaceful meditations
In my heart, I feel universal love ...
rhythmic beat of African drums
Dark continent chants,
majestic silence of Mt. Kilimanjaro
heard off in the distance
And in my soul, I feel a new song being composed
It's for a family reunion occasion,
invitations offered to my brother and sister Caucasian
and Asian
Now, I'm feeling an Islandic, Inuit and Indian spirit
rise up in me ...
Polynesian and Caribbean,
Aztec and Mayan,
Sioux and Seminole,
Navajo and Crow,
Anasazi and Apache,
Iroquois and Cherokee ...
all shouting in unison: Love is unity
Then, I open my eyes to the truth
of a future time,
as my ears hear the serene sound
of the Oriental wind chimes