Long Cambodian Poems

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       Xenophobia

Heed the warning
This isn't for the faint of heart
Verbalizing my deepest yearnings 
They're bound to be a bit tart...

Because where I'm from is called the Bible Belt
Where folks...

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_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...

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“The point man blues” begins . . .

He slogs along all day in the oppressive heat; Constantly fighting the jungle that reaches out around him, always, it seems, trying to take him down. His eyes,...

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My name is Devi, a foolish name really for it means Angel, and I certainly am not. The city of Phnom Penh had been our home, father was a professor at The Royal University. I...

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In that meteoric moment
she exhibited eternal qualities of wonderfully wrought womanhood,
calm,disciplined and candid,
adorned with few distinctions from the rest behind her
the loving leadership was projected in painstaking posture,
brutal perfection,a suffering of diligence amounting to total...

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The cooks in the Japanese navy
Make a dish of aquatic fly larvae.
Too small to filet them,
They just lightly sauté them
In well-sugared soy sauce as gravy.

That Venezuelans eat spiders may be new to a few,
Though tarantulas...

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“Cambodia is
Cambodia but not really
Cambodia.”
That’s what some say
As the years roll on
Forty years or so since Pol Pot and his pals posted
‘Year 0”, 
Sent the whole thing to the wash,
 And it came out 
Red.

So...

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As Commander of the weird
Member of the phurst church of phun
An ordained member I am father and I am mother
Of the rubber chicken

Juggled between one George Bush and the other
Between camps, I break my foot,...

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Brangelina, the quasar, came to a motel
Of a small Cambodian village 
Where smog was spread all over.
As they entered their room
They felt abodaroma infesting the room.
As they looked down to the floor
There were shoop stains...

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I spoke to a Cambodian,
Proud of his country he said
"I left the country because of poverty
half the country are wealthy

but the other half, live in poverty
we don't have benefits 
but people know how to make...

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Her heart braved the sun and rain 
Her soul endured the scorn and pain 
For the sake of her motherland 
With all the strength she had in hand 

In eyes of many, she came the...

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What you do for me hasn't been done in quite some time, what you do is provide a feeling that I lost & didn't think I would find, no matter what's going on your voice...

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Currencies


temples grace the cambodian sky
residents on a street talk to their gods
rice sold in the marketplace
a road along a single river

residents on a street talk to their gods
conversations streaming the air
a road along a single...

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