Emigrated Poems | Examples

Mr Macron Thinks Things will be Fine

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
           a country that never was, that never had borders
        He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
           with Hamas in charge of ‘law and order’ 

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’ 
           whose people claim the land ‘from the river to the sea’
        He somehow thinks that things will be fine
           that such people will coexist with Israel peacefully  

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’ 
          though its Arabs came there to reap Jewish-Israel’s goldmine…* 
        Mr. Macron, it is the Jews who are indigenous to the land
           No ‘recognition’ of yours can divvy up their sand



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        *"Far from being an indigenous people, supplanted by Jewish
          migrants, a close look at Palestinian origins and censuses
          suggests most Arabs emigrated to Palestine alongside or 
          even after the Jewish immigration. ~ NSJ, National Secu-
          rity Journal, 'Pandora's Box Opened,' July 25, 2025, MSN.

Anna Liisa

Anna Liisa was Great-grandmother's name. She emigrated from Finland at the beginning of the 20th century. 
I have only one memory of Anna Liisa from back when I was 10. She was elderly then and had come to live with Grandmother. 

She sat in a big, comfy rocking chair in the far end of the living room. We young ones, my siblings and cousins, were a bit scared of her. She had a strange countenance, as old people do, and spoke only Finn.

My brother says he remembers her. At that time he was a terrible two, but he swears now, when he talked to Great-grandmother he understood every word that she said.

He tells us that one time Mother had to correct some of his young misbehavior, and she spanked him square on his little behind. He says that made Great-grandmother laugh and say, "paha poika," which translated means "bad boy!" 

dear Anna Liisa
your language was as foreign 
to me as you were

Little But Oh So Mighty

She was little but oh so mighty
She had to be
From a family of fourteen
Self preservation the key

Left home at sixteen
Joined the army
Married at twenty four
Widowed at thirty seven with a young family

Emigrated to Australia
As a ten pound Pom
To give her children a better life
In a country safe and plentiful , a place to belong 

Raised her five children in a new land
Completely on her own
Daily life as a hospital cleaner 
Working her fingers to the bone

The only one who fills my heart with absolute admiration
For all they have achieved and overcome 
Is one little but oh so mighty lady
My cherished mum …..

I miss her so much …..

Heavens On the Phone

Born into a family of fourteen
Never heard the words “I love you”
She left home a girl with little education 
An army life she did pursue

She fell in love and married a soldier 
Soon a mum of five
Tragedy struck early
At thirty seven her husband died

Widowed with five small children
In a time of limited support
She emigrated to Australia 
On the ten pound pass she bought

She worked her life as a cleaner
Worked her fingers to the bone
To do what she had to for her children
Keep safe, educate and home

She was only a little lady
Four foot ten and no more
Her heart though was as big as the ocean
My role model, mother and mentor

She taught her children well
About life’s rights and wrongs
To show respect and be kind
Be determined and strong

In latter years we were best buddies
An unbreakable, eternal bond 
Until heaven called for
My sweet little mum

Molay Wins Day and Dairy

We emigrated from England to Rhodesia, I was just 
Seven when I began grade two,
My wonderful father always there if I wanted a 
Cuddle or a good old boo-hoo,
My English still rocky as I was mostly 
Greek speaking,
When I came home with a story of strange
And mistakable reading,
O daddy I uncountably sobbed, I just 
Don’t understand,
Why at school today in my class all the 
Children just laughed,
My teacher asked, who will tell me what 
We have learnt today,
I put up my hand, Mrs Bell, I said proudly, we learnt
About a dairy, and a mouse called Molay
My father laughed, tousled my hair, 
My dear cheeky dolly,
Your mouse is Molly and your dairy is a diary
No, i said still tears streaming down, 
My face, it was about Molay and a dairy,
Fair enough my Greek- English young lady, 
Let us write in your diary about Molay and the dairy.


A TRUE STORY WHICH I NEVER LIVED DOWN

Heaven Called

Born into a family of fourteen
Never having heard the words “I love you”
She left home a girl with little education 
An army life she did pursue

She fell in love and married a soldier 
Soon a mum of five
Tragedy struck early
At thirty seven her husband died

Widowed with five small children
In a time of limited support
She emigrated to Australia 
On the ten pound pass she bought

She worked her life as a cleaner
Worked her fingers to the bone
To do what she had to for her children
Keep safe, educate and home

She was only a little lady
Four foot ten and no more
Her heart though was as big as the ocean
My role model, mother and mentor

She taught her children well
About life’s rights and wrongs
To show respect and be kind
Be determined and strong

In latter years we were best buddies
An unbreakable, eternal bond 
Until heaven called for….
My beautiful,sweet ,little mum

Fabrizio Dies

I can tell you of the most infamous thing that happened to me.
It occurred while I was hiding in Sicily.
For persons I should trust, there is always room for doubt.
If offered enough money, that can sell me out.
I loved Apolllonia very much.  She was a wonderful wife.
My bodyguard planted a bomb in our car that took her life.
This happened shortly after the death of my brother Santino.
Informers traced the whereabouts of that culprit named Fabrizio.

It was discovered that Fabrizio quickly emigrated away.
He was now dwelling in Brooklyn here in the U.S.A.
I want someone very good to plant a bomb in his car.
When he turns the ignition key, he will not go far.

Based on the novel "The Godfather" by the late Mario Puzo

Hungry Zengo

Hungry Zengo
Zengo is the star from Canada. He emigrated to Russia and drank Neo Soviet vodka dry. Then he went to Pakistan and India to eat kebab, samosa, japati, onion bargi, curry and chips with gravy. Next stop was China where he ate turtle rice, causing a famine. Zengo never passed a stool, he sat on chairs. His constipation took him to OOHH EESS AAYY! Here he ate at McDonalds. Cos it's crap, he blew it up. Then Zengo went for a . He used every bit of bog roll up in the land of the free. Now he's off to Nippon to eat twelve Japanese gangsters, minus little fingers. Then where?

Gangsters Paradise

GANGSTERS PARADISE

South Africa has a high rate of crime, anything is probable,
Keeping out determined criminals is impossible!
This is the house that my parents built 40 years ago that we 
We live in,
This is the house that we built a palisade fence around that
We live in,
This is the electric fence on top of the palisade fence of the house
That we live in,
This is the remote to get into the property of the house 
That we live in	
This is the security gate in front of the door of the house that
We live in	
This is the thick wooden door with two dead locks in the house
That we live in
When it gets dark, we activate our CCTV 16 camera system in the
House, that we live in.
Finally when we go to bed, we lock two inside security gates, cutting off the  
Sleeping area, from the rest of the house that we live in.
Many South Africans have emigrated
To Australia, America, New Zealand,
Japan, Europe and even Thailand
Only then, to have to face a terrorist attack,
Tsunamis, Earthquakes, or a stab in the back!

Well, To Be Born, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's Or D'Etre Ne By T Wignesan

Well, to be born…Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Or d’etre ne… by T. Wignesan

Now to be flesh of a man and a woman
All my life I will long for that
Without any hope of being re-born, being born
Of an absent father and a demented mother
Both the names continue to elude my quest
Come together one day by chance to beget me
And dead some day without ever having my authors be
Yet these two inexistant beings are my father and mother
I love them in this corner of my memory gone dim
Where as a young couple they posed at the portals
Of a town hall or of a church in a village
After which without me they vanished into thin air.

Note : Both the poet’s parents left him when he was barely three weeks old to be brought up by a paternal uncle in Lyon and emigrated to the States.  

(from L’Autre, o.c. t. II, p. 970)

© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 14, 2014

How the West Was Won

When he emigrated to North Dakota
Daddy came to help fill needed quota
Of young, strong men of honest worth
For untamed land at its new birth.

He met my mother, strong as he,
Raised seven kids including me.
He broke wild mustangs to the halter
And from cold or heat would never falter.

The settlers in this brand new land
Weren’t looking for the wild cow-hand,
The drifter who’d collect his pay,
Then casually be on his way.

Some would then join an outlaw band,
Before the law came to the land. 
Though their kind earned infamous glory,
Men like my dad were the real story.

North Dakota had only been a state,
Ten years when Daddy tested fate.
He left Eastern standards and aesthetics,
Armed only with his strong work ethics.

He and his kind would build the schools,
And churches and towns and follow rules.
It took big men to build the west.
I claim my dad one of the best.

He homesteaded in nineteen hundred one
And that is how the west was won.

American Freedom, the New World's Blessings

People emigrated from many shores
To a New World that had no closed doors
American culture’s diversity
Thank God we live in the land of the free

Asians, Africans, Europeans too
Many nationalities did accrue
Leaving behind countries with tyranny
Thank God we live in the land of the free

Troubles erupted among many clans
And yet now in peace we stand holding hands
A rainbow of blessings, God’s artistry
Thank God we live in the land of the free

This blend adds richness to the melting pot
Thankful for all the liberty we’ve got
Each has a place in our society
Thank God we live in the land of the free

Discrimination sinks into the past
Knowing that our strong bonds are sure to last
America says, “Welcome” to you and me
God’s blessings found in the land of the free



*Entry for Dane Ann's contest

Lotte Lehmann

Lotte Lehmann  (Sentanka)

Charlotte Lehmann
Die große Opernsängerin
Sie schrieb und filmte

Ihr Ruhm bleibt unvergessen
Und bot den Nazis die Stirn



Charlotte Lehmann
The great opera singer
She wrote and filmed

Her fame will always be remembered
And she defied the Nazis 



Charlotte Lehmann
La gran vocalista de ópera
Ella escribió y filmó

Su fama siempre será recordado
Y desafió a los nazis 


Note: Charlotte Lehman, known as Lotte Lehman, born in 1888 in Perleburg, Germany, and one of my relatives, was a famous opera singer in Europe and the USA. She emigrated from Vienna to the USA in 1937. She sang at the Metropolitan Opera in New York from 1934 to 1945. In 1951 she retired from public live and gave singing
instructions. One of her scholars was the well-known opera singer Grace Bumbry. Lotte Lehmann was also a writer and poetess and a filmmaker. She died in 1976 in Santa Barbara, California and was buried at the famous Vienna Central Cemetary in 1977.

Atlantis Sunk In the Alantic

Atlantis
> Atlantis broke into Islands three
> Back in ancient antiquity
> The redskin Nations emigrated
> Mound builders on the Mississippi, generated
>
> Some ***** people now in Africa
> Have the very dark reddish hue
> All around the great Atlantic
> Pyramids the Aztecs too.
>
> Atlantis once more was a sinking
> By boat they went to nations new
> Fought ancient Greeks, who were a thinking
> The Dark side nation’s violence grew
>
> The final cataclysm occured
> Rock from heaven drowned the land
> Atlantic full of mud , Solon iinferred
> Then came Egypyt ‘s, outpost  grand
>
> Sons of the law of one god
> Built great pyramid, yes they knew
> Artisans put the blocks together
> Perfect cut with lines so true
>
> Ra Ta and Mercury the Architect......(was Ra the sun god.&.Mercury/Thoth)
> Built this monument of the ages
> Engineering lasting almost perfect..........(Kunkel says water pump Pyramid)
> Forgotten,  Alexandria's  library burned the pages  
 (burnt by Romans last time?)
>Don Johnson

Inheritance

My grandmother gave me this darkness
of eyes and hair. Our ancestors were gypsies
begging, wide skirts, skittish heels
before the doors to cathedrals.

My grandmother gave me this quivering 
chin and sharp nose. Our ancestors were insane.
They emigrated thick satchels over shoulders 
to the madhouse. We strapped them into bed.

My mother gave me this sleeplessness
and these delicate hands. Hers were chapped,
the threads hanging in graceful threads
so long she never began, she never ended.

I gave me this mutiny heart.
With your hands on my hair
and eyes just below my lips, I 
am only aware of the door.

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