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Seafaring Foreigner by Bonanni, John
O foreigner by Andalib, Asif
The Foreigner by nandy, rinki
With all the Homesickness of the Foreigner by Pangelov, Bozhidar
The Cutter, the Foreigner and the Beach by Fraser, James
Foreigner by Bien, Jo
A Stranger and Foreigner by Bertrand, Peggy
The Cold War: Foreigner Policy by Ayadi, Atef

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A being in the age of consumerism

I'm constantly searching for myself –
That part which is essential, inherent.
I sense its presence, it's somewhere within
The being which echoes with infrequent shouts
Of a neglected foreigner 
Who happens to live in my dwelling.
But it's a language I can't comprehend;
Only some fragments, and on rare occasions
When we're at peace, like adults
With altruistic motives.

I'm persistent in my search
So persistent that I tend to go outside
In hope of finding 
The object of my pursuit.
But I'm offered a wide selection of objects
Each resembling that which I desperately seek.
I consume, yet I'm the one who's consumed,
Drained slowly, gradually
Until the essence is left to evaporate
As if its only purpose is to be absorbed
Into bountiful void.

I stuff myself with pleasures
Until I dissolve in them,
Become the object of my desire.
Then the insight and rejection.
Continuation of the search
Of the lost one.

But it is different with you, my beloved.
You contain that spark
Which will revive me.
You can fill the gap,
Complete the circle.
Only a little more;
I know I will find it.
This is what I need,
Is it not?

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HAPPY VOTING - WELCOME TO THE UK IMMIGRATION ASYLUM

HAPPY VOTING - WELCOME TO THE UK 
IMMIGRATION ASYLUM


There are poor people in
the UK and their plight is
always ignored,
The government don't
want to know - but they
invite others on board.
The lunatics of the asylum
are in the government,
Making a bloody mess
and a total argument.

The UK has poor people - 
yet they are all penalised,
Maybe because of their
culture, as they are so 
despised.
The UK is now FULL - and
we cannot take anymore,
We should copy Australia - 
and show immigrants the
door!

We always cater for the
foreigner - and help is
what they get.
Giving them all sanctuary - 
and offering them a
cigarette!
Our UK government really
has the money.
But they give it all to the
invaders - even if they're
phony!

Come on in! You are so
welcome! To little Britain's
shores.
Whatever our own people
get - you can also call it
yours!
The EU is so corrupt - and
the members are on the
fiddle,
Scratching each others 
bottoms - with a dame in
the middle!

Voting now for a better
life - but we've heard all
this before.
Every time it's polling day - 
it is a bloody bore!
There is no one to trust - 
in the crowded little
Britain,
But if you are an immigrant - 
you will be truly smitten!

And even if you lose your
seat - and become a down 
and out.
You can always get a plum
job - earning lots of clout!
There is no end to the perks
of the office, especially in the
Whitehall Office.
Then if you are voted out - 
China is on the surface!

The joys of being an MP - or
a councillor in the UK.
The perks are bloody endless,
everything's okay!
Even if you are an MP, and
married to a transgender,
Just keep it to yourself - or
sing: 'Love Me Tender!'

But we should now say; 
'NO!' And not take any more.
Please pull up the drawbridge
and kick them out the door.
We are way too soft - but 
the money's always plenty.
But if you are a "WHITE" UK
resident - you will NOT get
a bloody penny.


((HAPPY VOTING!!!!))


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

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An Outrageous Case of Illegal Immigration

An Outrageous Case of Illegal Immigration

By Elton Camp

We hear much about invasion from Mexico
But the U.S. northern border is the way to go
Aliens can, and do, cross with greatest ease
For proof, here’s an example of one of these

There is a man who comes and goes at will
He has done it for many years and does it still
Since he acts friendly and is always smiling
So, he is given an exemption from profiling

Though his appearance shows he’s not one of us
Without any doubt, he is some old foreign cuss
His strange clothes, thick beard and too-long hair
Show that he comes from somewhere “over there”

Oh, it’s true that he acts plenty generous enough
Friendship he buys by giving away valuable stuff
The government really should say, “What the heck!”
Since on private lives he makes a thorough check

Arbitrary standards of his own selection he’s set
That determine what, if anything, people will get
Should some foreigner ever be allowed to dictate
His own standards by which Americans he will rate

Should an alien establish what’s wrong and right
And be able to do it without protest or any fight?
Where is the outcry from the media or the press
Why is it this outrage they totally fail to address?

The employment he provides sure isn’t here
That he runs a virtual sweatshop is what I fear
According to what a good many people say
He accords his band of workers little or no pay

Since his manufacturing is done practically free,
To American companies it seems unfair to me
It’s unlikely that any tax this bad man does pay
For his workers, a union has nothing it can say

Worse, it is to our children he directs his appeal
To a foreigner their admiration and love to steal
Who knows just what his ultimate goal might be
Shall we wait passively and hope to finally see?

No!  The time to take action is now well overdue
With these illegal border crossings we are through
Since it is well known when Santa Claus usually flies
The government should shoot him out of the skies

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- It Is Not Easy - Try It Yourself -


              Not easy to speak or write a foreign language
              How many languages do you speak or write
              There are many that comes to your country
              who do not know the language ..... it is difficult
              I spoke with a "foreigner" today .... nice guy
              He worked on the garbage car
              A very well paid job in Norway
              The box of garbage must be wheeled down to the port
              I'd forget ... ran after the car with my box
              Smiling and cheerful, he said:
           * Norwegian: "Do glemte sitte ut do " ?
                                              -  ((Do you forget to put the box out ?))
           * Translated: "You forgot to sit on the toilet " (?)




 - A smile from reality :)))

14.11.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

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Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person.
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before. After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy…Hi
Girl…Hi
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious.
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Boy…what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams.

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like.
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend… ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner.
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him. Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim.
Now they know each other and they love each other a lot. She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves.
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.

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Nostalgia-Song of the Expatriate

(I'm 
an 
Indian 
lassie, 
was 
born 
in 
West 
Africa, 
(Nigeria), 
Grew 
up 
in 
South 
Africa 
(Swaziland) 
and 
currently 
live 
in 
East 
Africa. 
(Tanzania). 
So 
I 
live 
in 
Daresalam, 
near 
the 
Indian 
Ocean.


I 
might 
be 
like 
any 
other 
expatriate, 
desirous 
of 
their 
homeland
Upon 
my 
country's 
soil 
fervently 
wishing 
to 
stand.
I 
can't 
help 
feeling 
profusely 
foreigner
in 
this 
highly 
foreign 
land
I'd 
give 
anything 
to 
go 
back, 
say 
even 
be 
a 
mariner
for 
there's 
an 
ocean 
to 
cross 
before 
familiar 
sand.

An 
ocean 
with 
dear 
motherland's 
name
greets 
me 
all 
the 
way 
here 
with 
tantalizing 
lure
Tiring 
me 
of 
nostalgia's 
seemingly 
endless 
game
reminding 
the 
distance 
between 
the 
shores 
is 
galore!

Everything 
here 
seems 
just 
too 
alien 
and 
foreign
The 
air 
seems 
foreign 
punctuated 
by 
exotic 
birds
In 
this 
land 
I 
still 
feel 
as 
if 
lost 
in 
some 
warren
and 
the 
foreign 
language 
- 
I'm 
at 
a 
loss 
for 
words!

I 
feel 
estranged 
and 
disoriented, 
struck 
with 
nostalgia
though 
I 
might 
not 
be 
such 
a 
patriot 
any 
more
The 
awaited 
journey 
to 
India 
from 
Tanzania
to 
reach 
familiar 
ground 
of 
lakhs 
and 
crore.

Ah, 
the 
welcoming 
scenes 
of 
my 
homeland
always 
so 
enticing 
and 
inviting
It 
might 
seem 
surprising 
that 
for 
me 
she's 
a 
dreamland
but 
a 
desire 
to 
go 
back, 
since 
ages 
I've 
been 
fighting.

I'm 
home-
sick, 
waiting 
so 
long 
to 
be 
back 
home
There's 
no 
place 
like 
home-
sweet-
home
Here 
I 
feel 
I've 
lost 
my 
tracks
Like 
a 
homeless 
wanderer 
do 
I 
roam.

As 
here 
I 
feel 
no 
less 
like 
a 
Gulliver 
on 
his 
travels
yet 
to 
rehabilitate 
from 
homesickness 
might 
take 
a 
lifetime
For now, I can merely 
sing of motherland's 
marvels
and wait soberly for fate 
and destiny's chime.

But an underlying truth 
here: I feel alienated 
everywhere
as if I hailed from No-
man's-land
They think I neither 
blend with the Indian 
nor 
the african
but hope they respect 
my very individual brand.

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A Tall Tragic Tale

On the day before Christmas, 1997 I was in a supermarket
Saw many people, I thought it’ll take long time to buy gifts
Christmas getting more and more annoying every year,
Cursed and wondered if kids really play with costly toys.

Noticed a small boy pressing doll against chest, touching hair
Looking sad, asking granny if she has enough to buy the doll
She asked to wait, looked around, left the boy with the doll
I walked to him, and asked who he wanted to give the doll to.

He said “The doll my sister wanted the most this Christmas”
I replied, “Don’t worry, Santa would bring it to her after all.
The boy said,” I don’t think Santa can give where she is now
My mom will carry it as she's about to go to see God soon” 

I told Dad, tell mom not to go, wait my return from the market
I reached my pocket, had enough for the doll and some spare
The granny came, I left market finishing shopping differently.
On my way home, I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then, remembered having read the news of a drunk truck driver
Hitting a car in which there was a young lady and a little girl 
The little girl died right away and the young lady was in coma.
Next day, read the news that the young lady has passed away.

Bought roses, went to the mortuary where dead body exposed
Saw her in coffin, the photo of the boy and the doll on her chest.

                                 ************
**Unfortunately it is a true story except my going to the mortuary
though I wanted it much but could not as I was a foreigner in 
Those days visiting my son in Atlanta, GA. My only past-time was to
Visit Malls and reading newspapers. 

December 23, 2014
Form: Free Verse
First Place win

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Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war

Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war

One or the other has to give in a tug of war
If for altruistic reasons you invite the foreigner
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

You cannot make him feel welcome if you bar
His goat his god his concubine from your door
One or the other has to give in a tug of war

Some men cannot move without saddling altar
On their backs even if you protest as a martyr
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

The guest might share your bed with daughter
Though not the status his god reigns superior
One or the other has to give in a tug of war

He could barter his tongue for your own by law
But never the way he prays nor his women’s wear
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

The host not the guest has to give in a tug of war
If he knew the guest had come to stay forever
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

©  T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

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Barbara-Whats In Your Name



My name was popular way back when I was born
I’m sure my parents had no idea what it meant
It’s rare now, it surely sounds old fashioned
But I know my family thought I was heaven sent

”Foreigner, traveler and stranger” I am told
Odd that I have never even traveled very far 
Strangely enough I do have those yearnings
Perhaps I am really from a distant star….


I was named after a dear friend they say
She was a nurse and I became one too
Raised a family and have been content
Should I have traveled more? I wish I knew….

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metadata

remember it's not the "actual" data
it's only the metadata, but we
never met a data we didn't love
there's treasure in detritus debris

with intense Holmesian determination
we'll be able to infer and deduce
some linked reference, some correlation
between pointed data bits obtuse

government or company or corporation
don't matter the size of digital scrap
data microscope will reveal motivation
wanted are all of the small bits of crap

listing phone logs, search queries and such
myriad IP addresses and email recipients 
to squirrel away with the lightest of touch
GPS Lat-Long located and databased insidious

to imply we spy on domestics is irrational
since we're "multi-national" by determiner
we're only looking at the "foreign nationals"
'course from "over there" you're the foreigner

you see there's nowhere to run away
no thought too trivial or secret to reveal
what networked digital crumbs can convey
is what gives metadata its big data appeal

© Goode Guy 2013-08-22

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Your Love So Sweet

Around the corner

Just Around The Corner

Chinese Scrolls

Noise

Princess Diana

A being in the age of consumerism

Late Night On Salisbury Ave.

THE NATURAL WAY

Waiting for a girl like you

ABC. Music is my First Love

Waste

When And Why

Forgiveness

THE OUTSIDER

AMERICAN SOLDIER RISE

HAPPY VOTING - WELCOME TO THE UK IMMIGRATION ASYLUM

An Outrageous Case of Illegal Immigration

- It Is Not Easy - Try It Yourself -

2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Nostalgia-Song of the Expatriate

A Tall Tragic Tale

Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war

Barbara-Whats In Your Name

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