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The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
I love you baby
Deep from the core
Of my humble heart
Life would not be the same
I like Canadians.
They are so unlike Americans.
They go home at night.
Their cigarettes don't smell bad.
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges,
Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies.
I don't mean the kind of apologies people make when they run over you or borrow five dollars or step on your feet,
Because I think that is sort of sweet;
Foreigners are people somewhere else,
Natives are people at home;
If the place you’re at
Is your habitat,
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere
(Horace, Epistles II.i.267)
While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
The balanc'd world, and open all the main;
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
And proved it--'twas no matter what he sald:
They say his system 'tis in vain to batter,
By this part of the century few are left who believe
in the animals for they are not there in the carved parts
of them served on plates and the pleas from the slatted trucks
are sounds of shadows that possess no future
Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide
(Non-commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners)
When by the labor of my 'ands
I am unique, an irreplaceable human being.
The first me and the last.
I am God's creature, no one will ever replace me.
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,
If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'
Said Ida; 'let us down and rest;' and we
Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices,
Caesar, the amplifier voice, announces
Crime and reparation. In the barber shop
Recumbent men attend, while absently
The barber doffs the naked face with cream.
Steep up in Lubitavish townland stands
A ring of great stones like fangs, the shafts of the stones
If from great nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Perhaps mankind might find the path they miss--
But then 'twould spoil much good philosophy.
Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,
Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,
History of Old Rome by Theodor Mommsen.
Let's begin from its origins.
The mortgages did notexist.
The wife had her husband and did not belong to the State.
Thus from a mixture of all kinds began,
That het'rogeneous thing, an Englishman:
In eager rapes, and furious lust begot,
Its over and sober on a river
That flows through the language of a foreigner
It became harder, stronger, than a hammer
A piece of shame was floating in the fragmented sky
The gusts of wind were alternating, so
When he came and hugged the vines
'Foreigner' 'Foreigner' shouted and he screamed
i saw it at ISKCON Mela?
I am not belong to you.
I am not a foreigner either.
WHO IS THE FOREIGNER
Poem by Chan Mongol
June 28 of 2020
My mother never fit in.She was a foreigner that stayed a foreigner.
Always looking out of place between the corn and the hogs.
Dad was a mechanic that belonged.
He plucked a foreign flower, in a foreign land,
Bright Lover and Avenger
by Michael R. Burch
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