Best Samoa Poems
I live on an island in the Pacific region
The largest body of water is the OCEAN
Like, can we be more Pacific?
I think Christopher Columbus got lost
Because the directions were not pacific
Oh, excuse me, the Pacific Ocean
Where you will find the small islands (micronesia)
Where you will find the black islands (melanesia),
Where you will find the many islands (polynesia)
Generally, the islanders are like coconuts
So hard on the outside
But succulent on the inside
Yet they always end up wanting Samoa
Get this,
An assault by an Islander
is called a Hawaiian Punch
At times, these islands need a therapist when they are in a tropical depression
Some islands have sunk
Oh no do not laugh
That is not funny atoll
Sea yourself out
Therefore, I live on an island
A small island
I am a MICRO
I mean, how can I get more pacific than that?
Categories:
samoa, appreciation, culture, history, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
I was working in the Capitol late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
Nancy Pelosi began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash
She did the bash
It was a liberal smash
She did the Bash
It gave me a rash
She did the bash
She did the Samoan Bash
She denied American Samoa minimum wage
Somebody left her out of her cage
She could care less, no conscience found
So Star Kist stock didn’t go down
She did the bash
She did the Samoan Bash
She did the Bash
It was a liberal smash
She did the bash
It was her husband’s flash
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash.
Now all is peaceful in socialist land
As we watch our retirement sink in the sand
You have to give the devil her due
When she’s done shafting them
She’ll shaft me and you too.
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash
She did the bash
Now they have no cash
She did the bash
She believes we’re all trash
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash.
This verse was inspired by "The Monster Mash" which wasn't near as scary as
Congress and the former Speaker of the House
Categories:
samoa,
Form:
Rhyme
An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.
Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase
only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play.
Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect.
Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret.
Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill.
Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will.
Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof?
No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell
of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off.
Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep.
Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep.
Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep.
On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks.
Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep.
I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore.
Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore.
She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore.
Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa.
(N.B Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)
Categories:
samoa, dedication, friendship, journey, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
A transgender child
does not not exist
just because a white man
says that that is so
as two spirited
third genders
and others
(eight in the Talmud! that I didn’t know)
exist around the globe
as in the
hijra of India
fa’afafine of Samoa
burrnesha of Albania
quariwarmi of Peru
guevedoche of Dominican Republic
muxe of Oaxaca
sekrata of Madagascar
fakaleiti of Tonga
lhamana of Zuni
winkte of Lakota
bakla of Philippines
acault of Burma
xanith of Oman
and waria of Indonesia
just to name a few
gender is as binary
as is the world is flat
asserting so otherwise
is simply spewing scat
Categories:
samoa, anti bullying, gender, world,
Form:
List
The lone coconut tree that dared
to lean towards the sea,
gave shade to her friends while
playing on the beach.
Running half-naked so natural
to those blossoming teens,
mother's lagoon fishing straddling
the sea so blue and pristine.
Water glistening on her bare breasts
with ti-leaves as a skirt,
father hunting in the bush,
tanned and muscular without a shirt.
Other than a t-string,
he was completely nude
culturally, he was fully dressed
in a traditional tattoo.
Then the missionaries came!
Pagan worshippers too many
idols, so they said
And their One true God
Did not condone her ways.
Erotic moonlight dancing,
the young's cultural right but
like nakedness, was labeled
the devil's own delight.
They cut her hair and
she woke up wearier,
found everything foreign
was then superior.
The young's wild spirits,
broken like tamed fillies
brown skin covered
from head to their Achilles.
Mother's long tresses
made to hide in a bun
head to toe dressed in cotton,
in the heat of the sun.
Father's tattoo was a mark
of the devil's blood rites.
Respect meant wearing suits
with matching ties.
Many years later traditional dress
covered all except the face.
Confused why bare flesh in a hot place
could be such a disgrace.
Then came the tourists,
lovers and sun-seekers to paradise.
Beaches were the destination;
brown,tanned skin the ultimate prize.
New trendsetters, a see-thru blouse,
a bikini top and mini skirts.
Worst of all were the logos
"God is Dead" on their t-shirts.
They swam in near nudity
and lovers embraced on the shore.
Oblivious to bold writings in brochures,
of things banned in Samoa:
"Please respect our Culture;
Sunday only for God to be adored,
No Flesh Exposures and do your Kissing Indoors."
Categories:
samoa, betrayal, conflict, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
My shy wife was a princess of Babazoa
Her dessert was cream lizard from Samoa
She inherited a princely sum
And went to the Big Gabazoa slum
And bought chilled bum for her sweet Burmese Boa
Categories:
samoa, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Proud to be Samoan
Living the Fa'a Samoa
The unique culture
The unique culture
Expressed in dance and music
Siva and fa'ataupati
Siva and fa'ataupati
Graceful and energetic
Telling ancient stories
Telling ancient stories
With art, craft and tattoos
Symbols of identity
Symbols of identity
Rooted in family and faith
Proud to be Samoan
Categories:
samoa, allusion, appreciation, community, devotion,
Form:
Haiku
Who’s Texas oil rich, just five-feet-six
and always seems to get out of a fix?
He’s married with four kids, and eyes bright blue -
a guy you love to hate. . . Still need a clue?
He came to CBS a year ago
to play the nineteenth season of the show
"Survivor!" Fans tuned in; there on Samoa
we saw him on a tribe called Foa Foa.
A villain on this game show like no other,
he’s one you’d guess could rat out his own mother.
He’s Russell Hantz, a genuine control freak,
and add to that, he’s quite a little sneak!
To cause a stir, he once burned someone’s socks,
feigned innocence, and then had secret talks
with teammates as he filled their minds with doubt
And made his plans of whom to next throw out.
With not one clue, he found immunity.
a “first” in all "Survivor" history,
then saved himself when there came times to vote
with idols he had found. (He loves to gloat!)
If someone were not “pliable,” he’d thrust
them out, while there were others he would trust.
But by the time the game came to its end,
he’d backstabbed them and didn’t have one friend.
And so he lost that game. We saw him cry
as votes were read, a crazed look in his eye!
A hundred grand he’d give to wear the crown,
but she who rode his coattails turned him down.
Respected by his fans, he’s gone anew
to play this time with villains, none who knew
him from before, and now he’s in a game
with old time favorites who seem really lame!
With blind-sides left and right, they’re falling fast.
I think Hantz might remain there till the last!
He gave an idol up to save a gal
I bet he wishes were more than a pal. . .
His poor wife has to watch him on TV,
all smiles while making eyes at Parvati.
But win or lose this time, he is the slayer
of those "Survivor" All-Stars. What a player!
(Watch for the season finale. It should be coming soon, either Thursday or maybe on a
Sunday)
For Linda-Marie Bariana's TV Tempations contest
Categories:
samoa, peopletime, time,
Form:
Quatrain
Note: The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.
My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar
How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days
Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams
The land is aplenty with resources so fine
We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
Mercury, chemical and oils as well
Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell
Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell
Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon
We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch
Categories:
samoa, death, life, loss, natural
Form:
Rhyme
Was Samoa better off without
The missionaries coming to save us
Oh enslave us to leave our roots
To submit to their god
Because we were savages
That ate humans
But didn't Europeans eat humans too
Yet we have mixed their infected bloodline with our customs and
Still call it Fa'a Samoa
Or the Samoan Way
I didn't know that Samoans came from the Caucus Mountains or the caves
But when we ask questions
We are told to shut up
Left confused
Telling us we are fiapoko
Or smart alecks thinking we know it all
Yet they wonder why people have left the church
Because they no longer follow the source
But their own self interests
Like draining the energy and pockets of the congregation
But when we question it they say
We are looking at it through our own eyes
Not through the Holy Spirit
I believe in God but not of the oppressor
Looking to seek the truth
The truth of what God wanted from us
Not of religion and titles
But how my ancestors lived
The true Fa'a Samoa
The Samoan Way without the clorox
Purified brown soulful essence
Were we better off
Better off
Not having those invaders and impostors on our island
Damn
Categories:
samoa, culture, spoken word,
Form:
Free verse
For thirty nine days, some of you stayed,
while others went away
It's not whether you win or lose,
It's in how you play the game
You sailed to Samoa,
on a wooden sailing ship
now it's down to four of you,
of the many who made the trip
The challenges you all endured,
sleeping out in the rain
for some of, you barely ate,
two of you felt the pain
Some played the game so ruthlessly,
not caring who they hurt
Some of you wore bikini's,
Some went without a shirt
Now it's down to the final three,
Foa, Foa pulled it off
When you voted off the last Galu,
it made the jury scoff
Russell, Natalie and Mick are left,
to sit before the jury
they told you all the way they feel,
questions come in such a fury
There is no more immunity,
you three are on your own
to see just how the jury votes,
and take the million dollars home
I watched Jeff, as he read the votes,
Russell thought, he could not be beat
but in the end he didn't win,
it went to Natalie!
Categories:
samoa, people
Form:
Rhyme
While condemning Putin, let us recall
That Americans are not blameless, after all,
Guilty, too, of invading our weaker neighbors
Increasing our land area by rattling sabers.
We forced the weaker Spain Florida to cede
Drove the Mexicans out of Texas, I believe,
Cheated the Indians out of their native land
Our destiny from coast to coast to expand.
We took protectorates after World War II:
Guam, Samoa, Puerto Rico, and others, too,
In fact, we started the Spanish-American war
To gain control in the Western hemisphere.
Putin is evil, and wrong for what he is doing
Like Hitler his territorial aggression pursuing,
But, we need to remember history’s lessons
And, recalling our own national aggressions,
Decide we must put an end to any awful war
And swear by our sovereignty, war no more!
Written March 20, 2022
Categories:
samoa, america, international, perspective, usa,
Form:
Couplet
I dream of wonders,
The wonders of wonderland,
Where I feel lonely
But not less lonely.
He and I, My God,
I feel the dirt
Between my toes
Below my both feet
Ignoring its sweat
Above the ground whispering
“What do you know, about love?”
Did not reply...
Until steps forward
Heard the voice echoed
From distant wind
Mumbling “How have you been
All these years?”... silently forgetting.
With my both arms reached high
I wished to be taken
Or remembered by those
Who have not been named
“Could you at least understand
What I am here for?”
But did not listen… deaf actually.
There is this rain drop
From heaven,
A warm one wetted my cheeks,
Reminding me I am not alone.
The shadows under my reflection,
I can see life.
A Samoa hibiscus blossom
Colorfully on each branch.
A hen lay rested
Under its shady tree,
Did not mind me sitting
Here alone,
As if it did not notice me at all.
I lay down on my back,
My eyes looking at the bluest sky,
Coconut leaves...
Dancing, and singing
Forgotten tunes….
"I wish you were here my pride…
That language, the culture of mine…
Where have you lost away…
By foreign knowledge
Or maybe you just don’t
To remind me how ancient I am?"
Categories:
samoa, culture, emotions, language, nature,
Form:
Lyric
I knew a man named Noah
Meaner than the snake called Boa
Loved him still
Wasn't God's will
Sent him back to Samoa
Categories:
samoa, men,
Form:
Limerick
Measina a Samoa
Measina a Samoa, the treasures of Samoa
The language, the culture, the land, the people
The products, the stories, the wisdom, the faith
Measina a Samoa, the gifts of Samoa
Measina a Samoa, the research of Samoa
The resilience, the pandemic, the history, the future
The education, the technology, the policies, the actions
Measina a Samoa, the knowledge of Samoa
Measina a Samoa, the pride of Samoa
The respect, the love, the service, the unity
The traditions, the innovations, the challenges, the opportunities
Measina a Samoa, the identity of Samoa
Categories:
samoa, appreciation, change, community, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse