Dubai
Dubai.
Dubai, the shiny city amongst sand dunes, is built by migrant workers
and their blood. Yes, in this unparalleled luxury, hotel staffs smile like
bright buttons...or else. Your discontent may cost them their job,
suicide amongst migrant workers goes unreported; so guests can sleep
in peace in their gilded beds. Should you ever go to Dubai, remember
it will drown in the sand, when the economic forces move elsewhere.
And this hubris on parched soil will be an historic interlude.
The wind in the night will murmur about untold suffering and the soul
of the disposed shall whisper words for no one ears and the wailing of
the conceited haves shall be goats bleat when sacrificed on the altar
of time without end. For this is the universal law, those you enslaved
will arise and possess you.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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tonight she takes us to Dubai
the place where new dreams are woven
from sand
they left the lands of their birth
to work in the land where
the color of gold is black
my friend writes:
the pot of gold is found right here
come, come and be with us
there is nothing in the land where you live
the promise is broken
there is no token
come, come and be with us
let us partake of this sadness
from the sand and sun of Dubai
you must say goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pot Of Gold At The End Of The Rainbow
tonight she takes us to Dubai
the place where new dreams are woven
from sand
they left the lands of their birth
to work in the land where
the color of gold is black
my friend writes:
the pot of gold is found right here
come, come and be with us
there is nothing in the land where you live
the promise is broken
there is no token
come, come and be with us
let us partake of this sadness
from the sand and sun of Dubai
you must say goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burj Khalifa
A tower reaching for the sky
The tallest in the world they say.
The tiny country of Dubai
is very proud they can display
A master piece in steel and glass
A building that must be world class
A tower meant to demonstrate
the power of this little State.
Luxury writ unashamed
Which some think can be blamed
for wrecking the economy.
Which could be true quite possibly.
Dubai is asking time to pay
the debts incurred along the way
It could be that they aimed to high
and now they’re forced to question why.
The Tower of Babel was destroyed.
They say because God was annoyed
at the arrogance of men.
Dubai has dared to try again.
Wednesday,06 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Witsel
Your love to me is like grasshoppers playing in the field of joy!
For i am Witsel living in Dubai;
But, there isn't much rain over here! !
Chariot, chair, hair, air, rat, tar, at, car, to, it, chart, cart, hat, chat;
But with words of love and peace to satisfy my muse!
And like the modern slavery in Dubai;
But, i will still wait for you on this beautiful love that we share.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dubai Desertstorming Commitment
Yes
without a vision
Dubai would still be a desert
through vision
skyscrapers are
towering along Sheik Zayed road
through vision
gigantic malls
are sprouting above the then
acres of dunes
through vision
majestic hotels, recreational pace
high-end villas are mushrooming
at nearby beach residences
through vision
there is now the cosmopolitan
a city for multi-cultural diversity,
a job-provider, a tourist-comforter
with air Emirates connecting east and west
but it would be all superficial
if no moral influence
no desertstorm of strength
by all in achieving of
what had the Dubai founding-fathers
committed
poem by Rommelmarkmarchan Best Poems
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Dubai Tax Free... Irony
why expats are
here?
tax free
what is tax?
tax is a limitation
on liberty
then dubai wages are tax free
therefore expats are here
tax free
where is the irony?
tax limits liberty
and there is free-tax in Dubai
in an absolute monarchy
and
why Filipinos
work here?
escape from Philippine tax fees
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Un Conference In Dubai Nov 13th,2012
If most UN conferences are now held in Dubai
Maybe the whole UN should move there and say goodbye,
We don't seem to know much of what is happening over there,
Being as oil-rich as they are, is extremely rare.
Have you heard the UN may soon control the Internet web?
With International Telegraph Union rules - their spider web,
They'll decide at another UN conference soon in Dubai,
For us the results could mean the Internet goodbye.
And how will Canada vote at that conference over there?
This could mean a lot to those of us; Internet aware,
Canadian Civil Liberties wants to veto this UN event,
But UN dictatorships want to monitor their own local dissent.
They and their UN dictator friends like this whole affair,
Under the wire and completely out of the public glare,
Which is why they are now writing the new regulations,
Don't you dare point a finger at their UN foundations.
poem by James Bredin
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Flight to Dubai
Clouded farewell pains;
Hopes from pauperism did flee;
And took off from Kochin air base.
Mr.Jas, bucolic purely,
Landed in Dubai, as in heaven.
Mummies of Arabian culture in museums;
Building striving to kiss the moonlet;
Marvellous lights
In the street,
Luring as the first smile of a lover…
Mirth floating creek;
Date bunches, fresh as virgins;
Pleasure selling girls exotic;
Beach with beauties chainless…
Mr.Jas does spree after each day’s toil.
Soon an Indian air-craft
The mind boarded;
Body followed it within fortnight;
Concentration camp of insolvency Mr.Jas returned.
Why?
“Great is Dubai with its fame;
Greater is the goal;
But the greatest is warmth of home,
Rebounding always.”
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Only Night
Workers
Are working
for factory...
Day with night...
works
Night making day
For with out sleep
Workers...
Day time also
Work...
workers life...
Not for day
Only at
Night for life...
Sun shine day's
24hour's come
And go...
Workers life...
wacke up at night....!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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To Those Who Concern
Migrant workers from developing Third World
Move to developed countries for all sorts of work
They may be professionals or just basic workers
Trying to fill their pockets a little much tighter.
Their employers hire them instead of their own country men
Because they are the cheaper and more hard working ones
They don't understand workers' right and things like that
And work and work and collect their wages intact
The wages basic workers get are quite pathetic and petty
It barely is enough for them to send money back to their families
But for professionals the sum is quite attractive indeed
They can save and send money back to their families in need
These remittent money, says the governments of Third World
Boost their GDPs and increase their economic power overall
But that money, if huge enough, can increase the demand of commodities and land
And raises the prices in those Third World countries of concern
This is a problem for those who are trapped inside
With no family members abroad and self-ability to flight
They work hopelessly and barely survive for less than a dollar a day
Until their minds are exhausted and their body slowly decay
poem by Henry Chen
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Dongsky
1
IN America, you cannot hide your brown skin
and everything in you, Mr. Filipino connotes what it takes to be
humiliated and discriminated but you go beyond all these
in the name of the mighty green paper god,
the dollar i know you know
even without the essences of a metaphor
2
you can endure all the discrimination and the humiliation
for such lowly job as errand boy or whatever euphemism you may use there
like a sanitation engineer
for a garbage collector
but now
3
there is a little change as you emphatically try to hide
in the monotone of your voice
like a sleepy sea breeze
you got laid off due to that bad economy
creeping up like a black worm on the American white beer belly
a sucker, what do you call that really?
yes a leech, son of leeches, those crabs on the tin pail,
like what our corrupt politicians
feed us in our country
(where do we really have to go?
Dubai? again?)
4
you can endure them all, at whatever cost, to support a wife and daughter
here,
but now what you cannot endure is this
jobless state
5
now, you must go home, who knows, this is nothing but
a blessing in disguise.
i must be lucky somehow, i do not need much
and i do not need to be in America to be human myself
or be in Dubai
to at least survive on temporary basis
6
know what, we're on the same boat
but to appease my thirst and hunger
and an array of disappointments
i try my hands on
7
poetry, this if you may call it,
poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit!
quote by Mother Jones
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My Name Is Jonas
My name is jonas!
Im carrying the wheel.
Thanks for all youve shown us.
But this is how we feel.
Come sit next to me, pour yourself some tea.
Just like grandma made, when we couldnt find sleep.
Things were better then.
Once but never again.
Weve all left the den, let me tell you bout it.
The choo-choo train left right on time.
A ticket cost only your mind.
The driver said hey man, we go all the way.
Of course we were willing to pay!
My name is wepeel !
Got a box full of your toys.
Theyre fresh out of batteries.
But youre still making noise! making noise!
Tell me what to do,
Now the tank is dry, now this wheel is flat, and you know what else!
Guess what I received in the mail today,
Words of deep concern, for my little brother.
The buildings not going as he planned...
The foreman has injured his hand,
The dozer will not clear a path,
The driver swears he learned his math !
The workers are going home.
Workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
Yeah!
The workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
Yeah yeah yeah!
My name is jonas.
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Vermillion Stone
The sinuousness of sand dunes
Wind abraded stone
The sun pinwheels
Cross the sky
One feels so all alone
Pictographs on canyon walls
Pottery shards and bone
Distant dancing dust devils
Muted howls and muttered moans
Ancient beds of dry lakes deep
Vermillion cliffs, wind hone
Canyon keeps, spirits sleep
In beds of petrified stone
Time locked tight in grains of sand
In manic tint and tone
Hourglass sifting centuries, and
Mesas flat, wind mown
One feels time locked
In vermillion rock
One feels the ageless sky
The stars, the wind
Without, within
Alone…as you and I
poem by David Whalen
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Feasting In Dubai
Mile high structures soon to be built.
A quality of life free of strife.
With a peace on Earth...
Those affording it can buy!
A love of life finds it quite right.
For those feasting in Dubai.
No conflicts sit in this paradise.
Those enjoying it,
Discover themselves...
Experiencing a higher consciousness.
One who wonders no longer questions 'Why'?
A quietness restricted to those misfit.
Will not be permitted...
Or know that this today exists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dunes
oh! man. remember the day when you are born, the sky that
twinkle in your eyes, as the sea breeze, in the dunes of sand,
tranquil, in the luminous pavement of water beneath your
mother's tear
you have chatter the fears of death, of which the stings of pain,
labour in the weary sweat of your father hand has come to sprout
like orchards green of graves in the blue sky in your mother
dream
a dunes, that whisper the cool olive oil in the green leaves of
summer in the meadow of oasis of desert from the storm in the,
night of the skies, waiting to capture the smiling faces of your
loved father and mother cribs
like a cheddar, full of tasted cream of cheese, in every tongue,
awaits to capture the aroma of judgment in our hearts, so
especial, that every wind calls our spirit to mingle every direction
it brings
each pieces of sand, leads us to a place, where the emptied
soul, find its meaning of being one in the darkness of uncertainty
a call for, to follow the segment of our life in the course of nature
tranquility
life is what we make it, a wind that redirect us to focus ourselves,
the dunes of where we have to follow, where the cooled wind,
will brings to the sea of life everlasting
' let the dunes be, a dunes to other in the great blue ocean of God'
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I am looking forward to going to Dubai because it gives us an opportunity to interact with each other. We can sit and enjoy each other's company. We can go out for a walk without worrying about shooting schedules.
quote by Amitabh Bachchan
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One of the most important improvements in the No Child Left Behind Act for migrant students was the requirement for electronic transfer of migrant student records.
quote by Ruben Hinojosa
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The Great Encounter
The Great encounter
The mountains, that kept the sky from strangling us,
has all but disappeared. The sky has now swallowed
the roof of our houses. It is alarming, to be squished
between soil and sky as they embrace with selfish
lust in their hearts; finally intercourse. We must prise
them apart by building egocentric Dubai towers and
boasting Malaysian skyscrapers, to keep the sky pure,
and not let it sink into debauchery with mother earth.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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While Praying...
he is in church
attending the Sunday Mass
trying to close his eyes
in solemn prayer
at the front row
three rows ahead of him
is the woman who defrauded him
in a land deal
(money is not that important
but the fraud pinches
his soul)
beside him is his debtor
who just arrived from Dubai
on a three-day tour
and he did not pay him
his debt for two years
now
now the question is:
how can he keep his peace
in the middle of his
mumbled prayers?
before God his traitors
and swindlers
sing their hymns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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