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Krystal the Pistol
God has blessed be with such a dear friend
someone who entertains me on the weekend
Lucky I am to have such a unique person to work with
in a cold windowless pit.
A beautiful Libra
Crazy enough to dress up as a zebra
She gets me and my crazyness
Just ask her to paint it on a canvas
She sings like an angel
and looks at the world from different angles
we dance, we laugh, we like to take naps
we also know muay thai so watch your ass
She's my wingman with a tan
and can handle my attention span
I'm glad to have her in my life
any man will be golden to call her his wife
Copyright © Sabrina Brisson | Year Posted 2012
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I have sold my mum on E.Bay.
My god my dad was mad.
He can"t believe i did it.
He thinks it"s really bad.
As to why i did it.
There"s reasons plain to see.
My mother is on my back.
Always hassling me.
She complains about my trainers.
She says they really stink.
Moans about the dishes.
That i leave in the sink.
I never make my bed right.
She gets me in a quandary.
States that i should help.
To do the household laundry!
Then every Sunday morning.
She really goes to far.
I have to help my dad.
Wash the family car.
Yes i sold my mum on E.Bay.
Then looked to far off lands.
To find a good replacement.
Post up the wedding bands.
Dad wont be to angry.
I will soon get him on side.
Because i have sent to Thailand.
For a brand new blushing bride.
At first it was ok.
We got on really well.
Then we discovered something.
That i can hardly tell.
I hope we get a refund.
I still have the receipt.
Let me tell you something.
There has been a big deceit.
It started in the bedroom.
I had to get a fan.
To bring my poor old dad round.
Our Thai bride was a man!
I want my mother back.
No matter what the price.
I am fed up eating chicken.
Along with Thailand rice!
"Will you get out of bed,
It is a brand new day,
It is nearly twenty past."
I hear my mother say.
I start to drift awake.
Then i start to beam.
Relief it surge"s through me.
It was a nasty dream.
My mother cant explain.
Why i changed my ways.
I"m really very helpful.
Not like the bad old days.
But if i am really honest.
I suppose i am quite bad.
I have just logged on to E.Bay.
To try and sell my DAD!
Copyright © ned flanders | Year Posted 2009
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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its porcelain thrones into the walled garden’s weedy rear yard. Village women wash: the floors, the pots, the laundry from first light to deep dark. The water runs downhill. War does not stop the drudgery. Where the women sleep is unknown to us. The owners’ are small men; they rule the house with a heavy hand. They teach the techniques of shamanic healing and Thai Massage.
the Green Tara
hangs upon the room's wall:
geraniums on the ledge
The drowse of Friday evening evaporates in a burst of gunfire. Behind the high walls surrounding the school, the sounds of violence escalate. Through open, screen-less, windows sirens sound, the sky lights up and red, yellow, blue, and white prayer flags hang lifelessly from the eaves to the locked gate. Sleep hides, as I do, beneath the covers.
coiled
insecticide smolders:
temple bells sound
The monks, long gone, leave remnants of themselves on the incense coated plaster. Peace sought here was not found. Poverty necessitated the building’s sale. Here on a side street in walking distance from the American embassy, a school for westerner’s storm cellars. The desire to learn Eastern Healing techniques and a common language, English, binds us together: American, French, Spanish, and South African captures of the internet, pilgrims. We come, healers all, undaunted by the Civil War, to Kathmandu, Nepal.
Monday, the riots end on cue. Tourists, again, meander the dust clouded streets, skirting the alley’s begging children. Tea is served in the burgeoning shops. Butchers swat flies from hanging haunches of meat, rare bird vendors walk the street with baskets of exotic birds. And, brazen Westerners stride bare armed, sari-less exposed, and rude, at least until next Friday night—they own the world.
First Published by Mulberry Fork 2016
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2017
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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.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
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An Asian girl is a beautiful princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in the lives of all American guys, even me. Even though this awesome Asian girl doesn't have a crown on her head, she's still a princess in my eyes. It seems to me that she's the type of girl that I really want to be with, especially when we're going to get into a serious relationship in the near future. Whether she's either Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, Thai, Filipino, Indonesian, or Malaysian, I still want to be with her. When I tend to look at her eyes, they look like a pair of black diamonds. And when I see her beautiful face, it's like looking at the face of an attractive angel. Her hair is so soft and smooth, it's like holding a silky cloth made entirely out of silkworms, especially when they're known for making good cloths. If only this Asian girl knew that I had so much love for her. And if I see this beautiful Asian princess (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Filipino, Indonesian, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai, or Malaysian), I'd express my love for her. I hope fate will bring us together soon.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
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Effective and tough
Made to get the job done fast
Beautiful and sweet
Copyright © Rocky Swartzfager | Year Posted 2012
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Sky Father is angry this spring
Across the street, back and forth
Brother squirrel races
To fallen friends, unfortunate
In their travels
My tomato friends patiently
Wait, shelf-bound, at home depot
June 7th...
Finally, a break!
Stakes shived weeks ago
Hear me coming!
Welcoming their heirloom mates
Goliath, Black Krim, and Mortgage Lifters
All settle in, my hands busy
Remembering
Favorite herbs, Thai Basil, Lemon Thyme
And forgotten Sage, guard the
Corners
My bean pole teepee, long a
Staple of my garden
Still waits, for the soak
To settle
06/08/13
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013
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Frantic searching for my sanity as the odor of explosives and burning flesh assault my soul. Longing for the boredom of stuffy barracks my eyes my friends constantly search for your return I hide all but fear.
We know the death of friends but in our life embrace we conceal all that is deferred for recollection in our final days. For now bravado, lots of scotch, and a Thai stick sets the pattern for our only security.
Lost are the joys of spirit we envisioned as children; gone is the clarity and respect for lives easily expended in the most secret of a nation’s honor, generalities served in a bitter beer.
I know you friend, your dreams your plans you say them softly in your sleep. Our prayers to will keep you safe.
We dare to plan in-country encouraged by being too short not to let our minds drift at the possibilities.
We hope that God is truly on our side and confess only in our eyes the sins we speak to no one.
The blood of those we do not know anoints the heads of those we do and love for now, until our final taps brings us home.
With this kiss of honor I embrace what remains of you my friend and your courage. I curse your departure and salute the honor of our time together.
Copyright © Violetta Antonia Sorcini | Year Posted 2016
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You asked me if I knew ‘the perfect girl for me’
I think I’d be ideal but sorry I’m not free
I’ve got a lovely friend she is Mary from the dairy
On second thoughts no as her legs are much too hairy
Of course there is Annie she’s got the most enormous fanny
It would look better on an elephant the resemblance is uncanny
Oh I forgot about Susie she’s got quite a dark moustache
When you went to kiss her you’d get a stubble rash
I’ve got a stunning Thai friend but he is a lady boy
Beautiful on the outside but in bed you’d get no joy
Then there is Melissa she got the biggest boobs
She gets them out for fun you can see her on You Tube
I wouldn’t introduce you to my mate Regina
She’s had 8 children she’s got a very slack vagina
Poor old Ellie has got the most humongus lips
They’d look better on a trout she’s not one you’d want to kiss
I guess the perfect girl simply does not exist
So sorry to disappoint you please cross me off your list
Jan Allison
10th September 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
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GOOD HOME COOKING
I’ve never liked to cook
much,
(Always found it quite
a bore)
But now my problem’s
ended,
I don’t do it any more!
My partner is the
reason,
And his brand-new
love affair
With a large kitchen
utentsil,
(Not a girl with flaxen
hair!)
He’s getting quite an
expert
At chopping (dicing,
too!)
And with all the herbs
and spices,
Things are hot as a
vindaloo!
The heat is on, the
air is filled
With aromatic spices,
And as he grasps his
wooden spoon
He could have much
worse vices.
I used to like my roast
beef,
But now it’s come to
pass
The food’s gone
Oriental,
With a hint of lemon
grass.
With turmeric and
Thai five spice,
The dishes that he
knocks off
And the heat they
generate can be
Enough to blow
your socks off!
So, if your mate is
restless,
Don’t let him run
amok,
Just send him
down the town
to buy
A great big
gleaming wok!
BY
DARRYL ASHTON
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014
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The monks gave me a bag of Thai oranges
Before I left for the States.
Next time I come, I’ll have learned more Lao,
I promise.
They promise there will be more to show the next time.
Sitting outside the Khop Jai Deu restaurant
Waiting for my bus to come
Elvis is crooning “Return to Sender”
Because there’s no such number,
And no such home.
I took a photo of the fountain
Next to the Scandinavian Bakery,
Tuk-tuk drivers loitering nearby.
Handing them some fruit,
They ask, “How long are you staying in Laos?”
And I reply,
“This is my last day.”
The sun looks like it could be peeled wide open
While I take a bite of a giant orange,
Trying to wring out a last memory from this light,
Wondering when the King’s song is ever going to end
The scent of citrus on my hand
Sinks deeply past my bones,
Trying to harden into an anchor
The shape of a kind heart.
Copyright © Bryan Thao Worra | Year Posted 2015
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Thai fish festival
Frenzy fish, scent of monsoon
Smell feeds the frenzy
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2011
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Don't allow him to corner you, punch him hard on his face, kick him hard and make him cry, just one nice smack and the title is all yours.
These are some of the expressions which I keep on shouting on the top of my voice when I watch brutal combat sports like Muay Thai Kickboxing, Western Boxing (USA), wrestling etc. Unlike other combat sports like Boxing or martial art games such as Karate, Taekwondo ; these sports have much higher degree of violence, witness about 30 – 35 deaths every year and not to mention innumerable fatal injuries. I cannot help but wonder how these fighters feel after winning their respective matches and crushing their opponents to death, or leaving them in a handicapped state making sure they don't have enough guts to face them again.
In the poem below written by me, I have tried to capture the thoughts of a fighter from my own perspective.
. I punch you, you punch me,
I kick you, you kick me,
Driven by a frantic rush to kill each other,
Tell me something - O my opponent,
Do we know each other, you and me?
Couple of minutes since I first saw your face,
Glittering and shimmering, like a rainbow after a rainy day,
Now it is drenched in your own sweat and blood,
And I don’t know why I loathe you so much.
Was it just destiny – your end so near,
Or you were just a fool, for you had no fear,
Broken nose, bruised face – you gave me much pain
In return, I favor you by digging your grave.
Parents, in laws, wife and children – you had many mouths to feed
Fight against me!!!!
You should have thought about them before trying this remarkable feat.
No family, no friends, no money – I have nothing to lose,
Did you ever think about this, you benumbed fool.
. This remarkable piece of poetry, you won’t be able to read,
For you will be busy paying for your deeds,
Fractured arms and shattered spirit - you will suffer many injuries,
Because against me there is nothing but miseries.
. Every second spent against me you will beg for mercy,
You won’t get any, you can trust me on that.
No achievements under your belt, its time you make me proud
I will set an example for others, by gifting you a shroud.
Copyright © Surya Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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Lovely Sunflower
Oh yea! Should we meet in Thai?
Land of pure islands
Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2016
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Eight years of staying in a far away land
Looking for a greener pasture in the country of Thailand
Meeting people whom I call a friend
To be with them and my love extend
They are so loving and trusting
Help you if they can till the end
Show gratefulness like a sister/brother
Enjoy each other's company together
The friendship that I have with them
Many years will passed its still the same
Save it in my heart forever
My Thai friends, it will not be over
Thailand….land of smile they’ve called
It suits them ‘coz I like them all
Though I will leave them soon
I will always remember them just by looking at the moon
For PD's Contest
2nd Place Winner
Copyright © MariaDiding SajSam | Year Posted 2012
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...Hoender - Afrikaans, Pulë - Albanian, ???? - Arabic, ?????? - Belarusian, ???? - Bulgarian,
Pollastre - Catalan, ? - Chinese (Simplified), ? - Chinese (Traditional), Piletina - Croatian,
Kurecí - Czech, Kylling - Danish, Kip - Dutch, Kanaliha - Estonian, Manok - Filipino,
Kana - Finnish, Galiña - Galician, ??t?p???? - Greek, ??? - Hebrew, ???? - Hindi, Csirke -
Hungarian, Kjúklingur - Icelandic, Ayam - Indonesian, Sicín - Irish, ?? - Japanese,
??? - Korean, Calis - Latvian, Vištiena - Lithuanian, ??????? - Macedonian,
Ayam - Malay, Kylling - Norwegian, ???? - Persian, Kurczak - Polish, Pui - Romanian,
?????? - Russian, ???????? - Serbian, Kuracie - Slovak, Kuku - Swahili, Kyckling - Swedish,
??? - Thai, Tavuk - Turkish, ????? - Ukrainian, Gà - Vietnamese, Cyw Iâr - Welsh,
????? - Yiddish, Huhn - German, Frango - Portuguese, Poulet - French, Pollo - Italian,
Pollo - Spanish, Chicken - Maltese, Chicken - Slovenian, Chicken - English.,...-=.....-=..-=..-
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=......HA! HA! HA!...for old times sake...lol...Your Kidster, Your Majesty.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2010
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Thai shrimp salad
with peanut dressing
would you call that a lunch?
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015
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Spontaneous
I feel the tempo of my heart
Arising as I leave the bed
To journey to my quaint toilette
And go downstairs to greet the sun
The food is eaten I recall
I’m all alone with just my thoughts
I watch the wren land on my fount
It stares at me then dips its beak
I sense the writing of a poem
Quickly words come in my brain
I must recall and write words down
Whatever themes I can attain
A sense of pride that makes me blush
To write again with simple words
I have defined spontaneous
Dementia will have to wait
©Ralph Sergi March 19,2016
*I enjoy writing 8 syllable poems that are popular
with Thai. It’s a good exercise to began other forms.
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2016
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Ta Ta Ta Thai Thai Thai Thei Thei Thei Ya Ya Ya
©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty, 10th November 2014
Ta Ta Ta Thai Thai Thai Thei Thei Thei Ya Ya Ya
Danced the prince of Ku and Princess Ki Ka Hu Hiya
They fell into a ditch
As black as preachy pitch
That’s the kick, brick and brick, cat and mouse, yea yea yea
Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014
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Limerick: Once Indian Virgin met Peking Man
Once Indian Virgin met Peking Man
They spoke together in Malay van
North Koreans wondered
What in her ear thundered
Thai rebels found her fried in Japan.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013
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Once,
About ten minutes ago in the year
2006 or
2549, depending upon which avatar or
Messiah is consulted, I
Tumbled out of my bed to the
Untranslatable
Predawn
Cackle of
Frantic voices
Descending.
So, with urgency
Rarely experienced since the
Evacuation of my spirit
From the Land of
Possession Addiction, I was called to summon previously
Unknown prowess
Chancing traffic choked streets
Of Nakhorn (used to mean “New City” 700 years ago but not sure now)
Chiang Mai.
So there I was
Aboard my mostly pint-sized for a European descendent Kawasaki 112,
Red-blooded American head
Protruding
turret-like out of an
Undersized helmet that,
If nothing else,
Officially pronounced me foreign
Blazing a jutted path around
Decrepit trishaws,
Ubiquitously red baht busses and,
Not the least, a motorcycle with a sidecar bandaged to its
Aching side just in time to witness a
Spit-shined just out of the wrapper BMW
Brusque aside a
Sardine packed dump truck
Loaded,
Not with dirt, but five dollar a day
Laborers.
All this and more
Just moments before
Mounting the silted Ping and
Stampeding city gates, I glimpsed
Censored Snippets of TV reports blurting something unintelligible like
“Bangkok coup”,
“Corruption”,
“A King”
And
Somewhere,
Quite uncensored, of a not so pleased
Laozi,
Lotus splayed in
Meditation
Kneading the Eastern soil one
Daoist grain at a time,
Before ancient city walls
Rose up,
Monolithic in my path.
And then the recall that
Centuries before,
Burmese raiders
Resplendent in warrior garb
Plundered the palace and soul
Of the kingdom Thai before stealthily
Creeping back to their lairs,
Buddha-fat with riches.
That leaves the Siamese of 1935
And me, to wonder
Where is freedom
When we travel so far
Pell mell and
Peril, only to discover
In a fleeting brief moment the road to
Iniquity marked, rather
Erroneously, with the signpost to
Promises?
Copyright © Jeff Troyer | Year Posted 2011
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I think it must be love!
You may not want to admit it
but I think you're deeply in it
More than you ever
ever ever dreamed of
Sorry to be the one to tell you
but I think it must be love!
The evidence is clear
you're just not you
without her near
Every time you
want to speak
another word
it's her name
that's on
your tongue
Maybe you just can't see it
but, I think it must be love
You tell me:
Even the sun shines brighter
the moon seem whiter
even the stars
seem to fall for you.
Now you like movies
about romances
and you're even
taking dance classes
and you're feet simply
float across the room
You now enjoy Thai food
never before in the mood
you even cook for her
and she seems to like it too!
The other day I noticed you...
Singing along to Air Supply
you didn't even notice
or wonder why
but the big giveaway,
was when you said
you can't get enough
of the cooing of a dove
Oh man you've fallen hard
past the point of no return
I think we can all safely say
that it must be that you're in love
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
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Bath
My daughter left for the chilly north,
and I stayed here, in warm Torbay,
but we meet up every July, in Bath,
just the two of us, for a weekend away
The city is bustling with tourists,
Japanese, Italian and French,
and because of the famous theatre,
you may even catch sight of Judi Dench
Our weekend highlight is the thermal spa,
the hot waters pumped up from the deep,
up to the open air pool on the rooftop,
the warmth of the water nearly rocks us to sleep
The view from this pool is magnificent,
the sun kissed Bath stone and the spires,
past architects dreams, now reality,
my love of this city never tires
When hunger calls, no better place to be,
the whole world's cuisine can be found,
From Spanish to Greek, Indian to Thai,
restaurants and chic bistro's abound
Alas, the weekend is over too soon,
and my daughter and I part, with a tear,
but rest assured, that we will go back,
to do it all again next year!
Copyright © Cheryl Darby | Year Posted 2015
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One star sky,
Roar of waterfall sound,
Father thai birthday,
Cider with Rose,
Lucy legs,
Quill art sold,
One white goodnight.
Copyright © Anthony Dover | Year Posted 2010
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That's not MY elephant!
A spiteful conceited elephant that ran away from the circus
MY elephant provides copies of the Bill Of Rights to all 2nd graders in Macon County
Considers fund-raising possibilities of selling elephant ears at Zippy Zoo Days
The kids will bring their white elephants and we will do a Spaghetti Feed
At RATS youth ministry--Can a mouse lift an elephant?
If you want to move a heavy load you have to use force
Where would you push?
For this lesson students used a triangular piece of wood
One side labeled Rights the other Responsibilities
Drop a marble in the balance (They used a 10lb. sack of potatoes)
Its all educational
But Barbar--You wouldn't catch THAT elephant playing jazz on his trunk
Not that elephant jazz in Austin Jazz de Chang (elephant in Thai)
Playing with pink noise and changing the recipe spaghetti
Too hot for a drumstep (bootleg) from the Elephant House
While Ella singing When I See Elephants Fly gazes over Matisse
The Nightmare of the White Elephant from the jazz series
Hanging over the elephant jazz bar nu dark swing dubbles
Ella and Wave for singers a Nightmare autographed Artie Shaw
And the poet on each finger has the following written
Somebody Wanted But So Then says Clustering thats the way
To do it says Glue the stick to the hand--Fulcrum
And then gives all the brats rides on an elephant named Bubbles!
Copyright © Desiree Kuri | Year Posted 2010
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