For years, I looked to Bruce Lee as a mentor as being a Chinese and Asian man living in this country.
quote by Donnie Yen
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Asian
Asian this.
Asian that.
Being Asian taking the front seat.
After being in the back!
And I am glad!
I've been 'aging' for years...
And finally...
We are getting some attention!
'I believe the topic is the economy! '
Exactly!
That's my point.
I'm on a fixed budget!
Dedicated To:
All my Asian brothers and sisters.
I respect your gifts, brilliance...
and devotion to humanity.
One Love! '
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Immigrant Man
Years pasted by us quick
Lost counting endless days and nights
The family I haven’t seen for years
Because Immigrant to another country
Challenging to survived work and living
No time to think no time to miss the family
Never thought of how much the family missed I
Forgive me I have not been home
For such a long time
But my heart has never left the family
And I have never taken my root away
I missed my country. I missed mostly my family
The family loving caring brought me up
Endlessly guide help and supports
Priceless ticket hearted joy going home
To see my beloved family
Which I haven’t seen for years
To celebrate with the family
This Chinese New Year 2008
Prosperity, Happy living healthy and peace
Miss the happiness time FOUR generations living together
In one house warmest loving and caring
The noise the cries none silences day or night
LOVE and HAPPILY in the heart
Love my root. Love my family
Loving from the bottom of our heart
Prosperity-Happy Chinese New Year
Arrived home 31/01/2008
Celebration Chinese New Year 07/02/2008
By Lee See Fee
poem by See Fee Lee
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I majored in Chinese. I was never really good at Chinese but I really, really benefited from having been exposed to Asian philosophy early in my life.
quote by Martha Beck
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Two Soldiers, Two Sisters Each
So proud we stood,
My sister, Marge, and me-
Our brother, Bruce,
As he was meant to be-
And who'd of thought?
Our country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee we sing, and send
Our brother, Bruce.
While over there,
Somewhere across the sea,
Two other fools,
With brother proud to be-
And he so brave,
To save his family
And keep his country free-
His death for liberty-
Wears soldier clothes.
Our brother, Bruce,
Will meet his destiny.
Their brother too,
As he was meant to be,
Will take a life,
Protecting liberty-
That Bruce again won't see
His sisters proud that he
Wore soldier clothes.
I am the all the movies' heroes and heroines
i was a country boy
theatre was my life
and the country lanes my stage
the obliging country folks my audience.
day in day out i am all action in the lanes
bursting out with lines from the movies,
walking in the styles of tarzan,
Chinese swordsfighters, ballet stars,
james bond, snow white, the seven dwarfs, mickey mouse, donald duck, bruce lee, and even dainty Chinese heroines.
times and again, after school, our neighbourhood would be abuzz with our
swordsfighting contest;
our teams fought with hands karate-styled
and those striken at apart from the hands
and arms were considered losers.
brothers all joined in this fun
which became the climax of our country days.
schools were boring.
our parents must be very glad that
we did not have spider men then
or else they would have to talk us into
not jumping from buildings.
and songs were my prime interest. not elvis
or even cliff richard who were one generation away from me but those chinese
singers with their quivering voices - male and female included.
the country fields and shops were all my songs in contralto, tenor and suprano
cheering up friends of all ages,
some imbibing me the ideas of becoming
a star fueling a crazy dream that has
gone spiralling in my mind ever since.
sisters who could not put up with
my hyper activities told me quite tactly
they were not interested in my hobbies.
so i turned to my country friends who
were all praises for my copycat talents.
and now in my forties, i have to admit
of the dizzy effects all these dreams
have brought me.
the childhood characters and dreams continue
living on in me, albeit in silence
but often coming out with equal intensity and joy in poems..
how glad i am of this writing venture
as i could keep those dreams and characters alive....Oh, this country joy!
used as material for University of Virginia, United States as film course
2006.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Chinese Rock
Transcribed by marco ferrero
Note: this is a ramones song. i used the chord file from that version.
Its the same idea.
Intro:
F g f g
Bb c bb c
F g f g
Bb c bb c
Verse 1:
F g
Somebody call me on the door
Say hey hey hey its arty home
You wanna take a walk, you wanna go cop
You wanna go get some chinese rock
Chorus:
D a g a
Im living on a chinese rock
All my best things are in hock
Im living on a chinese rock
Everything is in the pawn shop
Bridge:
F g f g
Bb c bb c
F g f g
Bb c bb c
Verse 2:
F g
The plaster fallin off the wall
My girlfriends cryin in the shower stall
Its hot as a bitch, I shouldve been rich
But Im just diggin a chinese ditch
Repeat chorus:
Bridge:
E g a e g a
D a g
E g a e g a
D a g
Verse 3:
F g
The plaster fallin off the wall
My girlfriends cryin in the shower stall
Its hot as a bitch, I shouldve been rich
But Im just diggin a chinese ditch
Repeat chorus:
D a g a
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
F g f g f g f
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Chinese Rocks
Transcribed by marco ferrero
Note: this is a ramones song. i used the chord file from that version.
Its the same idea.
Intro:
F g f g
Bb c bb c
F g f g
Bb c bb c
Verse 1:
F g
Somebody call me on the door
Say hey hey hey its arty home
You wanna take a walk, you wanna go cop
You wanna go get some chinese rock
Chorus:
D a g a
Im living on a chinese rock
All my best things are in hock
Im living on a chinese rock
Everything is in the pawn shop
Bridge:
F g f g
Bb c bb c
F g f g
Bb c bb c
Verse 2:
F g
The plaster fallin off the wall
My girlfriends cryin in the shower stall
Its hot as a bitch, I shouldve been rich
But Im just diggin a chinese ditch
Repeat chorus:
Bridge:
E g a e g a
D a g
E g a e g a
D a g
Verse 3:
F g
The plaster fallin off the wall
My girlfriends cryin in the shower stall
Its hot as a bitch, I shouldve been rich
But Im just diggin a chinese ditch
Repeat chorus:
D a g a
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
F g f g f g f
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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My Dear Sister Mary
It has been a few years since her I did see
Yet none quite so kind or as lovely as she
A grandmother to John Gregory son of Melissa and her son John
The years ticking by but she keeps keeping on.
As good a person would be so hard to find
As my dear sister Mary so honest and kind
About her she has such a beautiful way
The truth of her here is all that I can say.
Though she lives in New York in the U S of A
A mentor of my childhood and she still is today
I have always looked up to her and her I admire
And of singing her praises I could never tire.
Her deceased husband John was a good man and to him she was a good wife
And together they had such a wonderful life
But fond memories of him her and her son John will always retain
And in the life of John Gregory he lives again
My mentor and sibling much to her I do owe
The seeds of good karma for herself she does sow
She is one who believes on a fair go for all
And only good things about her I have to recall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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It's not like that often, I mean, I suppose out of a ratio of 10 fans maybe like 1 or 2 of 'em might be Asian, and maybe every second or third time they might bring up something that they're Asian and I'm Asian.
When I Have Bouts With Depression
I can get depressed.
The 'whoa-is-me'
Down low funky kind!
The kind that collects ever depressed feeling
Stored in my memory.
You know...
The kind that changes facial expressions?
The kind a man doesn't want to turn on the bathroom light,
To shave!
I've had those days.
My ex-wife use to say,
I was going through a monthy crisis!
As if my living through her 'experience'
Increased my joy!
When I have bouts with depression...
They seem to come right after I have paid a bill!
My mom use to say...
'Be happy you can get your bills paid.'
Of course she also use to tell us...
'Be happy with what you have.
Think of all those starving Chinese children! '
Well,
One thing has been made certainly clear.
Today...
Not one Chinese child have I ever seen starving.
And there are at least three Chinese restaurants,
A few blocks from where I live!
And now they own this country's debt!
That's part of why I can get sometimes depressed.
I took four years of college French.
When I went to Paris a few years ago...
I didn't understand a thing they said!
Plus there are boiled eggs in every sandwich they make,
It seems.
And they drink wine like I can dwon a bottle of juice!
But those Chinese...?
They've got it going on!
From being masters of the sea...
To discipline, clothing and obviously economies.
The only thing they have not imported yet...
Is their language!
And I guess that's why I am of late depressed.
Because I am beginning to realize,
How closely their language is associated...
With the Egyptian hieroglypics!
And all that has to happen now...
Will be the young folks figuring out,
A way to put all of this crap to rap!
'You're not having a good day,
Are you? '
I'll get over it!
Did you see the Olympics?
Beijing did a great job, huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chinese culture has a lot of virtues that are tremendously valuable to not only us as Asian-Americans, but also the world in general.
quote by Martin Yan
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Learn Chinese July 11th,2012
LEARN CHINESE July 11th,2012
By
James Bredin
If it was Gaelic they were speaking I might catch a word or two,
But Toronto has turned Chinese and I don't have a clue,
So I think I should learn Mandarin and then we can get along,
I don't know; but is that the language they speak in Hong Kong?
I just looked it up on the Internet and found out to my surprise,
They have more than a hundred languages so I can't improvise,
Has an English-speaking Canadian ever learned Chinese?
Which is easier to learn - Mandarin or Cantonese?
Years ago, I thought of becoming bilingual and learning French,
But Canada is has gone multicultural down a communication trench,
And now I have to find out where they teach easy Chinese,
And maybe eventually, I can pretend I'm Cantonese.
July 11th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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You just wait. I'm going to be the biggest Chinese Star in the world.
God looked down on this country because this country was founded on the rock and that rock was our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And when the storms came and the rains came, the rock, it did not move. But over the last 15 or 20 years, something began to erode.
about Alma
and then there was Alma,
a name which means soul.
she tells the story about her
son, how she gave birth
at such an early age, meeting
this chinese man,
who offered her a nice world
who promised her heaven.
it turned sour. The chinese man
left her. But she managed to
eke out a living for her son.
She raised him.
She files an annulment
two years and still undecided.
When the annulment is granted
she promises to invite us to her party
The motif? Wear the color of freedom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Asian Rut
Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Ooh asian boy
What are you on ?
Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Oh asian boy
What are drugs are you on ?
Oh... strange
Tooled-up asian boy
Has come to take revenge
For the cruel, cold killing
Of his very best friend
Tooled-up asian boy
Has come to avenge
The cruel, cold killing
Of his only friend
Ha! la, la, la, oh ...
Theres peace through our school
Its so quiet in the hall
Its a strange sign for one
Of whats to come
Tough and cold and pale
Oh, they may just impale you on railings
Oh, english boys
It must be wrong
Three against one ?
Oh ...
Brakes slammed, and
His gun jammed, and
As far as I could tell
Brave asian boy
Was dealt a blow and fell
Im just passing through here
On my way to somewhere civilised
And maybe Ill even arrive
Maybe Ill even arrive
song performed by by Morrissey
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Country Alone
There is dreaming land and happy country
Cursed and blessed by her beauty alone
The lost children of the country
Foreign in sweet home alone
Do not understand country
Hardly meaning own name alone
Some praise the country
Some leave and laugh alone
Emptying nectar of country
Satisfying their belly alone
Forget about future seed country
Fight living and growing alone
So tragic for the country
Eaten by her child alone
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Bruce
Doctor, doctor you gotta help me yeah
You gotta make it right for me
It seems this other mans name has been following me around
And it just wont let me be
You see I got this name and hes got this name too know
Well theyre kinda close only a blind crazy fool
Would think I was him its like saying green is blue
But let me tell you brother it started being a bother
When he made the cover of time magazine
I was at this party in the wild-hilled hills
Just the other night
Her name was shelly I introduced myself
She just smiled and said all right
Well we got talkin and drinkin wine
And she said she liked my music thought it was fine
She said, lets make love, your place or mine
And in the middle of the passion I was on the borderline
When she called out a name but it wasnt mine
She called me bruce, bruce
I can hear her calling bruce, bruce
I can hear her calling bruce, bruce
I can hear her
My name is rick Im gonna stick it to ya babe
And theres this kid walking carrying a guitar
You know I told him that I played
He asked me my name you know I told him
I said it plain as clear as day
Well he seemed really, clearly, sincerely impressed
And as he pulled a piece paper for me to sign from his vest
He said, I thought born to run was one of your best
Awww wait a minute man, who do you think I am?
He answered, mr. springsteen, your a famous man.
He called me bruce, bruce
I can hear him calling bruce, bruce
He called me bruce, bruce
I can hear him
My name is richard gonna hit it to you babe
You know my mama called me long distance yesterday
And as she got off the phone I swear I heard her say
Bye bye bruce, bruce
I can hear her calling bruce, bruce
She called me bruce, bruce
I can hear her
My name is ricky gonna stick it to you babe
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The New Knowledge
Early September, days are getting shorter and evenings longer;
the breeze that blew had pockets of cold air, a reminder of
things to come. Dawn when I got up looked into the mirror
and saw my father’s aged face. Lucid now and for once fully
conscious I had been asleep for forty years and lost the time
between youth and old age. In a foreign country and I could
no longer remember how I got here, or how to leave.
I pressed fingers to my cheeks, in quiet despair, finger marks
on inelastic skin that only slowly faded. Father, why did you
let me sleep so long, how can I now recapture my adult years?
A rumbling through the house, a picture in the living room
fell off the wall; it was of my mother and she looked so young.
The intensity of my reawaken consciousness overwhelmed me,
walls fell and naked I stood in the ruins of my unlived life
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Chinese woman
When your eyes,
Meet mine,
You smile,
So fine.
The thought
Of being with you,
Excites me,
It’s all I wanna do.
Chinese woman,
I love you,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you love me too?
Chinese woman,
Don’t go far away,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you stay?
Every time,
You see me,
I try
to be funny.
I don’t understand,
You laugh and smile,
Yet I don’t hear from
You in a while.
Chinese woman,
I love you,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you love me too?
Chinese woman,
Don’t go far away,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you stay?
Days come
In and out.
Still I have
To shout.
Just so you
Look at me.
Just so you
Can see…
Chinese woman,
I love you,
Why don’t you love me too?
Chinese woman,
Don’t go away,
Why don’t you want to stay?
With me.
Chinese woman.
This poem, is actually the words to a song. I wrote them as lyrics first.
poem by Roger Naya
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