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The 3rd Republic
After centuries of Spanish rule came the Americans
Then the Japanese who terrorized fellow Asians…
And now we're free in the 3rd Republic
From monarchy to tyranny, we turned democratic
Our presidents worked for rehabilitation
Of government & economy from world war devastation
Gone are the foes from outside, but aggression now comes from within
Fights against Separatists & Leftists are not easy to win
…And so the 3rd Republic ended in a fist of iron
We're back to tyranny under Marcos Administration!
-09/14/2015
(Dumarao)
*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
Our leaders who are Caucasians
On some previous occasions
Would A-bomb Japan
And Viet Nam hides tan
But hate all bias against Asians
Author's comment: Hate crime is always bad. Here's an idea for a political cartoon:
Frame 1: Truman and advisors celebrate the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki with laughter and joy even though those targets were not military and innocent civilians died.
Frame 2: LBJ and Nixon celebrate with the military and their suppliers over dropping bombs on Hanoi.
Frame 3: The same people claim outrage after any act of violence against an asian here.
Her name is hope...
He came in with a devilish look in his eyes , it was the lust
that separates men from Christ, I am talking doing time
for what crime?
Your skin color got you trapped in the same place, you will not get it
or get there until you look like MJ, no offence Mr "black or white".
We still carry chains thus our wrists are parched for Rolex-es and Tag Huers.
l do not know what I am really saying but you and I we need each other. The synergy , chemistry will not move until your blood touches mine.
Yes life is a drag , a play and clay but it can never be that bad unless
we refuse to never say never , now l am feeling nervous. In dark days who do you trust? Who do we call?
Black loves White as much as White needs Black for Black adores White . Dust your nerds you shall see clearly . Asians , Africans , Americans , Europeans , Australians and the galaxy beyond we need us in order to win together , this life is ours. Earth our sanctuary . Vol-tron the colors of the rainbow Alpha and Omega planted on mother earth , only love can shelter us before Mountains speak.
It ends the same , it hurts like hell and hell is for the wicked and lazy. Fight for your right , have sight and shine bright .
I am taking the first step , I am ready for whatever for her name is Hope she shall sustain us until another Bob Marley record speaks for Hope is the only who can save us , heal us and comfort us.
Her name is Hope...
This native voice, in my head,
Is telling me what has to be said.
But every time I try to explain,
My tongue messes up,
And my voice doesn't seem
To sound serious enough.
Oh what can I do?
I feel something, telling me to realize,
That there's something I have to save,
But I'm not so sure.
Maybe there's something in me
That means so much more.
At the moment I saw that long garment,
That the Japanese wear,
For their own culture because they really cared, Somehow I feel connected to the Asians.
I feel that the Japanese destiny I see,
Is probably telling me
To embrace my own culture too.
Just like how the other countries and nations knew, But I guess my ancestors
Were probably so lighthearted and wise,
That Europeans and Americans
Taking over was no surprise.
Sometimes the inner native pride in me,
Is telling me to accomplish
One of my pre-made destinies,
But in a world full of different things,
I'm not sure who I am exactly,
But someday I know I'll understand.
Maybe if I were to go to Japan,
And speak to their elders,
I bet they would ask me
Why I abandoned my language and tradition.
Then I'd realized that I'm on a mission, To see what I can do,
Then maybe in the end...
I'll be done and through,
But then again I'm not so sure.
All I'm asking for; is for more...
Time and opportunity,
I don't want anybody rushing me.
Plus I need more inspiration and creativity: To try to evolve my own culture
Into something more.
But what is a girl supposed to do, In a world full of things...
Marissa Faries
Circa. 2010 (Age: 15)
Yo, Hoboken Bars and a couple cat fights,
Yo, takin’ the path to the Palledium and Limelight,
Giants games,
Getting drunk and goin’ insane,
Never stressin, just professin’, Wu Tang Lyrics and a little Smith and Wessin’,
Yo, I hung Irish, Italian, Black, and Puerto Rican,
Weekend trips to Spanish Harlem, girl watchin’ and sight seein’,
Visitin’ fam in Flat Bush Brooklyn, and a quick stop to the Bronx,
Playin’ a little b-ball back when I had less junk in my trunks,
Liftin’ at the Y, and hangin’ tough in Parsippany,
Are you hangin’ with me?
Shot out to the Randolph Crew,
Hangin’ with Asians and Jewish cats too,
With dreds on my head, ladies sweatin’ the phat do,
Winnin’ state championships and duckin’ bauer Junia,
Sportin’ my Miata with shiny Rims, and a boomin’ tuner,
Rollin’ through Montclair and scopin’ females on the upswing,
Showin’ off my letters and #1 rings,
Though I’ve lived all over, I still claim Randolph and Dover,
I still claim, West Orange, Lauren Hill, and Fushiknins never sober,
Jersey, baby Jersey, there is no other,
With Red Alert on the horn kickin’ the overweight lova,
And yeah, we kind of dirty,
True dat,
I’ll grant you that,
But there is none like Jersey,
The Garden lounge of adventure,
And when you visit the homestead,
Just tell em Woody sent ya,
So shot out to the Jersey Crew,
It’s been a while,
Lost my style,
And my pants are a little bigga,
But yo, it don’t matter, cause Jersey yeah I miss ya!!
On the silver plain of eternity, the streams of silence flow uninterrupted,
In search of majesty, the white man, with branches of stars on his forehead.
Hunters of illusions, their weapons aim at the shadows dancing on the sky,
The prolonged assault echoes, the carrion of hopes in the wind fades, diluted.
The Africans, with their lunar fangs, pierce the earth seeking its aura,
The Arabs, with their authoritative paw, Scratch the heavenly vaults, claiming the right to the throne,
And the Asians, clever archangels of civilization, lay their master plan,
Even women, in their innocence, dream of crowns hidden in heaven.
The white man, civilization's ghost king, runs against the light of destiny,
His tames - a canvas for the rain of longing, his eyes - two lakes of mystery.
Each jaw that opens, each silhouette that hunts him, a promise of tomorrow,
a defamation of yesterday, a melancholy reverberation of what has been and will not be.
For in this magical world where hunter and hunted often switch roles,
each being carries the burdens of the past, clings to the dream of survival,
The misty civilizations of existence are stages for this immemorial dance,
And even in the face of defeat, the white man carries within himself the essence of the whole world.
He is the thought that flies above the traps, the unattainable desire,
And even under the burden of the fog, under the merciless assault, his beauty rises regal,
Elixir of life in the vicious circle of desire, to devour and be devoured,
He is the soul of civilization that survives in the magic and melancholy of every twilight.
Her will be done
12/03/20110 Comments
SHE survived the ocean , and the wind,she put a simile on many faces. She survived The rain,She survived the earthquake and the tsunami,being tossed about on waves...swept away at sea ...and was returned back to her parents . "Who said girls aren't important"? Asians will respect this one. She is a symbol of what/and who is in charge ...must I , need I ...say more....No ,she has said it all when she washed ashore, and landed in the muck and the mire; Thru sheer desire,she willed her way home. Back into the arms that yielded her to the storms.
She told the story of loves blessed grace; She tells the story of the human race,cries from a tiny face; He heard the cries of this baby girl : She made the hard heart-ed smile..She is my she-ro . I smiled inside as my hope grew...convincing me that I ...should hold on too.She is the symbol of Hope for all this world. That when your will and Gods will, join as one...He heard the cries of this baby girl,and through it all her will was done.! See she was safe in her mothers arms, when this tsunami put her in the way of harm.She weathered the storm and sounded the alarm...She liked it better in those loving arms. So she floated,and was tossed around and yet, she willed her way back,back, to a place where she could be found...Her tiny voice, was barely heard ,but her will was stronger than tsunamis and oceans. And her small, small voice was finally heard....She is a symbol of mans will and Gods love. She is my She-ro. Inspired my the nameless baby girl Swept out to sea, and returned to her parents loving arms again. Write a poem for her poets...she was only 4months old
A woman says to her dentist, “Don't know what's worse
Having a tooth pulled or having a baby”
Dentist says, “Must adjust the chair to make us more comfortable
So make up your mind, got others waiting”
A Chinese couple had a black baby, named it Sum Ting Wong
Are you giggling and peeing your kimono
Ever wonder what two-headed snakes think of each other
They certainly are aware of each other's aroma
If you have to open your bathrobe, after eating
Need to eat less, meals are much too vast
A month before he died, Uncle Jim covered his back in lard
A month later he slid downhill really fast
Addicted to the hokey pokey till I turned myself around
Hurt my head and banged it all about
Found out adrenalin was brown when I bought a motorbike
Betcha knew I was an old geezer no doubt
My tennis foe didn't like my serve, always kept returning it
Hit one he couldn't reach, friends no more
Gave up my standup routine, people kept laughing at me
Decided to be serious got accolades galore
If your girlfriend starts smoking, just slow down a bit
Or perhaps use a lubricant of some sort
Why can't two Asians have a white baby do you think
Coz two Wongs don't make a white in short
Who is the most popular guy in a nudist colony would you say
One who can carry two coffees and 6 donuts
Working as a teller, a woman asked me to check her balance
Pushed her over, quite unsteady for a grown up
How have you been, it's ok to tella
Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see
That Brooks and Paris need some money
Please support our trip to the far east
On the search for gold, spices, and peace
Make an alliance, no more will be deceased
And then with all your glory, power will be released
Now of course you know, I'm a man of navigation
We'll be chasin a new Spaniard nation
No hesitation just regulation
Make a fresh start on a new foundation
No more waitin, this is your chance
Travel be sea and not by land
I promise you we will do the best that we can
And once we succeed I hope you understand
That you will be the most famous queen of all time
Please Miss Isabella, I do not have a dime
Instead of a letter, I'm sending you a rhyme
It sounds a bit better, and rappin's not a crime
But enough about that, let me tell you this
If my directions are right then we will sure not miss
If no corrections are made then I can surely list
A whole scroll full of demands cause we'll be so rich
And I'm not just sayin that trying to be modest
I'm telling you the truth, I'm being totally honest
Nobody else can navigate even as well as I can aim
And once we reach and claim
We'll put your name to fame
Our route is better planned and leadership's a must
In my eyes, we're the only two that you can trust
Let me explain in detail exactly what we need
A whole bunch of sea men and a couple ships indeed
We need a lot of food, and of course some vitamin C
Just to make sure the men don't get scurvy
We need some beer and wine, some utensils to dine
A whole lot of rifles for men on the front line
Acceptable weapons win the battle every time
And I need a lot girls, bout 39 would be just fine
Now my time is almost up, you just need to know my route
We're gonna sail round Africa and take the passage south
And then we'll sail around and finally reach the Asians
That is when we'll start the new Spaniard nation
No department of Education
No anti-corruption
No health care
No unemployment benefits
No social security benefits
When you’re old enough to retire
No help for people in needs, no welfare
No grants or loans for college students
No housing vouchers for elderly parents
No rules and regulations for the Stock Markets
No lawsuits against criminal cops
Due to immunity, they can kill anybody in the streets
And there’s more, more will fall in the craps
Many people will die sooner, before their time
Believe me that will be a sad crime
If you want an unfriendly and dishonest America
Vote for the fascist and friends of the SAGA
Otherwise, vote for the intelligent Woman
Who will never insult and disrespect Asians
Native Americans, Black Americans
Caucasians, Haitians, Jamaicans
Puerto Ricans, Europeans
Human beings, Africans
Latinos and poor White Americans.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.