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The Truth Is........

I do not like hamburger for breakfast
I do not like eating apples
I do not like the snow
I do not like to be put in this freezing situation
I do not like to eat wheaties for breakfast
I do not like so many chocolates
I do not like Nike shoes
I do not like the Golden Gate Bridge

I do not like to be a citizen of the United States
Of America

I like it here in the Republic of the Philippines
I like being brown and small and chinky-eyed
I like the tropical climate and the white sandy-beaches
Of Boracay, I like the chocolate hills of Bohol
I like the stalactites and stalagmites of Palawan
I like the SM malls and the Jollibees

*(When the truth is,
The consul denied him a US visa)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O Philippines!

O Philippines, my beloved country!
An archipelago of islands in Southeast Asia,
Rich in culture and society.
Her fame spreads like a 'flavored shisha.'

A variety of rare animals you'll see
Such as tarsiers, tamaraws, flying lemurs...
Marine species and coral reefs by the sea.
O Great Philippines! Her beauty shines!

Come now and visit Philippines.
Go to Boracay and Palawan Islands,
As one of the wonders of the world today
And join the hundreds of tourists each day.

And yes! I'm proud to live in Philippines
With so many loving memories.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!
For Her I'll give up my life.

She made me
Of who I am today,
An abiding citizen to the country.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!

poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Chocolate!

Chocolates, Chocolates, Chocolates,
Milk- chocolate, Mint-chocolate and semi-sweet,
Yummy dark chocolate is such a treat.
Chocolate yoghurt, sauce and chips,
And the chocolate dips,
One can have lot of sips.
Some are hard, some are smooth,
But at times give you saw-tooth,
Chocolate-shake, Hot chocolate are some drinks,
Which makes you wink.
Chocolate to express your love,
Which makes you feel above,
Chocolate to say sorry,
And then no worry.
So is chocolate healthy?
Or is just a mystery?
Or is chocolate a delight?
But, chocolates are just so right.

poem by Anju Addanki
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There is not a liberal America and a conservative America - there is the United States of America. There is not a black America and a white America and latino America and asian America - there's the United States of America.

quote by Barack Obama
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Love Is A Box Of Chocolates

love is a box of chocolates,
white chocolates,
milk chocolates,
dark chocolates,
mixed chocolates,
each chocolate gives you a different experience.

poem by Keelie Morgan
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Breakfast In Bed

(eddie hinton / donnie fritts)
Youve been cryin
Your face is a mess
Come in baby
You can dry the tears on my dress
Shes hurt you again
I can tell
Oh, I know that look so well
Dont be shy
Youve been here before
Pull your shoes off, lie down
And I will lock the door
And no-one has to know
Youve come here again
Darling it will be
Like its always been before
Come on over here
Breakfast in bed
And a kiss or three
You dont have to say you love me
Breakfast in bed
Nothing need be said
Aint no need
Whats your hurry?
Please dont eat and run
You can let her wait, my darling
Its been so long
Since Ive had you here
You will come again
Darling it will be
Like its always been before
Hey child
Breakfast in bed
And a kiss or three
You dont have to say you love me
Breakfast in bed
Nothing need be said
Breakfast in bed
And a kiss or three
You dont have to say you love me
Breakfast in bed
Nothing need be said, yeah
You dont have to

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Globalized Chocolates!

Extracted from the seeds of tropical climate,
Unearthed the remnants of sweet beverage,
The drink of Natives for many thousand years,
Imported to the Europe as cocoa seeds and solids,
When the dark cocoa solid and cocoa butter,
Emulsified with white milk, the recipe found,
In the continent of Europe, but in South America,
Natives were slaughtered, their notes burned,
Their temples, culture and identity ruined,
Their women were separated and raped,
The chocolate was born in the continent of white,
where white, dark and mixed chocolates are sold,
recipe exported to every nook and corner of the world,
the globalization of a commodity before the chips.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Chocolate Milk, Chocolate Syrup, Chocolate Cup

chocolate milk, chocolate syrup, chocolate cup
when im putting in chocolate syrup i put too much
i wish i had a chocolate pup in a chocolate cup
in a chocolate world!

but that would be alot to eat
for just one little girl!

if chocolate was a talent
Id be the chocolate master!
chocolate storms and tornadoes are natural chocolate disasters!

there would be chocolate houses and chocolate apartments and chocolate hotels for rent!
People eating chocolate all day without paying a single cent!
All their money would be in chocolate banks w chocolate robbers
Chocolate dinners like chocolate spaghetti and chocolate covered lobsters!

Chocolate chocolate chocolate BOOO!
(and no vanilla)
Drew

poem by Drew Bailey Golden
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I Love Chocolate

I love chocolate, oh yes I do.
Eating chocolate is a must too.
I love chocolate, how about you?
They say dark chocolate is now good for you too.
I would eat chocolate while watching Mr. Magoo.
I would eat chocolate instead of dodo.
I like a good chocolate candy bar.
I would even eat chocolate from a jar.
I want to eat chocolate all day long.
Eating too much chocolate may be wrong.
They need to write about chocolate in a song.
Some people eat chocolate just to belong.
I would even eat chocolate in my Froot Loops
I would even eat chocolate with a big group.

poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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The oath of renunciation and allegiance is a solemn vow taken by thousands of immigrants each year to become a United States citizen. The oath is the fundamental statement of allegiance to the United States, and this allegiance is what unites America.

quote by Jim Ryun
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America

america, i wonder what snow is,
they say it is cold and pure and smooth
and too fragile to the warmth of our fingers,
in a second dissolving into tears,
i may be wrong, i know it has no salt of the earth,
i know that for certain for i have taken
a little of chemistry and
have studied some ramifications of the weather
and have even tasted the whirls of
storm in my country of brown
monkeys, brothers all, in the hinter hills.

i think snow is cool, I haven't touched it yet.
but i have heard about some rumors,
that i better stay here and not touch it anymore,
because i may break my heart
since it sings utter loneliness.

i am bombarded with apples though
in the market stalls they are now cheap
some of the best
not from America but China
and Japan.

I do not like the taste of apples.
Neither shall i like, i know, the taste of snow.

So finally, i have decided to just stay here
and rot.
Who knows, I can be the best humus for change
who knows, also for growth?

Yes, they call it progress in the wilderness and poverty of the
Third World.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Breakfast With Mark Strand

i had a chance to have a breakfast
with mark strand
a sacrifice on his part since he does not know me

i am a nobody you must know

back to mark, i guess he feels like a boat stranded
on an island with no known name as me

we were eating poetry
voraciously and ink stained my lips
ink dropping from my beard
spreading in my white polo shirt

i like this adventure having breakfast with mark strand
and i look at him closely like i have a magnifying lens in my hand

there are blackheads on his cheeks
white hairs on his eyelids
cracks on his lips
he smiles a little out of courtesy and i see
tooth decay

we finished eating poetry
i set him free
i know that two hours with me can be a century of agony

because i am a nobody and because at the end
i had eaten so much poetry and excuse me...i may vomit poetry.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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America The States

America America
The States
The States
The land where my fathers died,
And where I lay my fate,
Declaring independence from big ol’ Britain,
When they came to take us back they got an ass kickin’.

America America
The States
The States
Been living it up since 1868.
We got our freedom, we got the right,
If they try to take it back then there’ll definitely be a fight.

America America
The States
The Sates
Saluting to the banner,
Of the red, blue, and white.
In a havoc of war and the battle's confusion,

 A home and a country should leave us no more!

poem by Whoopie Cushion
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The Plain Citizen Of The Republic

the government for sure
cannot survive without you plain citizen

you are taxed
that is the most certain thing that happens in your life
as plain citizen
of this republic

the property that you own
is subject to confiscation

from womb to tomb
you, plain citizen is bound with a lot of other
responsibilities

you make them rich
and give them power
you let them stay for more
than expected and they all laugh
like mad men

you do not make a stir
on the fold
the law chases you just in case
and the prison cell is crowded

so plain citizen of the republic
be good
lick them
as they suck you
pamper them
as they spare you

plain citizen you sell your right to be king
in this republic
now you sit there
and you will be next!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yellow Fever

Are those numchucks in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
Let me take you back to the day that I met my China girl
When I landed a 'Pam' like on the San Fran Real World
I was sweating like a vegetable inside of a wok
I'd never been to Asia Minor but I was gonna Bangkok
Like Kristy Yamaguchi I had to break the ice
Should I talk about Mothra M*A*S*H or shrimp-fried rice?
I was sharp as a Chinese star but it's a line I threw
Just thirty seconds over Tokyo and this Johnny would Woo
I took a shot like Jeanette Lee put on my moves like Bruce Lee
I told he every Soon Yi needs a little Woody
She said for all the tea in China my vagina's not free
But my love will linger longer than the Ming Dynasty
I said I needed her to do and her to do my laundry
I knew she needed a way to stay legally within the country
She was made in Taiwan I said I'm O.K. with that
Just promise me you'll never try to eat my cat
Chinky chinky bang bang I love you
Chinky chinky bang bang I know you love me too
In Japan the hand is used as a knife
In Japan a man's wife's hand job than can cost him his life
But now this Captain Kirk has his own Sulu
I'll shampoo her Foo Man Chu with Lo Hung Wang Goo
Cause I ride my slant-eyed slope like a brand new Kawasaki
Oh me chinky she's so kinky got me hot like Nagasaki
Burnin' up like Napalm burstin' like an A-bomb
I think I got that jungle fever but I caught it in 'Nam
She's like an oriental rug cause I lay her where I please
Then I blindfold her with dental floss and get down on her knees
I'm a diving Kamikaze eating out Chinese
First I'll have the poo-poo platter than some tuna sushi
She'll be screaming like Godzilla and kickin' like Jackie Chan
I'll get her redder than China wetter than the Sea of Japan
Like the Chinese New Year she's gonna see fireworks
Now be a good chinky and press Jimmy's shirts
Chinky chinky bang bang I love you
Chinky chinky bang bang I know you love me too
Sing chinky sing
One more time
Chinky chinky bang bang I love you
Chinky chinky bang bang I know you love me too
Chinky chinky bang bang chinky bang
Chinky chinky bang biddily biddily biddily bang

song performed by by Bloodhound Gang
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Making Breakfast - a study in consciousness

Breakfast. Slick operation. You could
make it in your sleep..
you’ve refined the quantities,
the cooking and the timing
like a pro..

and eating it – you’re even more
brilliant at that – you can
eat breakfast, read the paper,
listen to the radio or tv,
half listen to the wife and kids,
make and take those cellphone calls;
then bestow a salty bacon,
sweet marmaladey kiss on several lips
or cheeks – and off..

But today something gotten to you:
the sun is shining; all’s well with the world;
this isn’t Monday breakfast, this is
Saturday breakfast…

You find yourself making breakfast
as if you’d never made it in your life before;
you hear the cereal on its way
from the packet to the bowl;
smell the coffee before drinking it;
never has the toast been browner, crisper,
eggs more eggy, tomatoes so.. well, tomatoey;
sweet meeting salt in tasting mouth..
the world’s made new today; and
somehow, you feel as if
you know that much more about yourself;
some sure sense of direction
seems to fill your heart and mind;
you’re on good terms with
the Creation as of now.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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When The Truth Is........

There is no place like America
It is not hot like Manila

The parks are bigger and
Clean
The food is cheap and
The snow is smooth
To my cheeks

I like the work here
In dollars I earn

I like Disneyland and
Las Vegas

I like the independent lifestyle here

*(when the truth is he misses
the Philippines, the paradise, the maids who
cook for her, the tropical weather, the
easy lifestyle, & he has yet to earn more
money in the US to pay off his debts home)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Porridge At The Pub

I had my breakfast this morning at a pub in our town,
But my experience there left my face with a massive frown.
I ordered some porridge, topped with banana and honey,
But, despite it being cheap, it was not worth the money.

With me, the bowlful of porridge was not a massive hit,
Because I found eating it, was like eating a bowlful of grit.
The oats and milk, I found, were far from very well mixed:
Though I'm sure this is a problem that can be easily fixed.

On top of that, I thought the porridge tasted a little bit weird,
So, by me, my bowlful of porridge didn't get totally cleared.
About my breakfast experience, I did not like to complain,
But I won't be eating porridge at that particular pub again.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Traced Back To Pre-Diluvium Times

In perfect Mary-Poppins style
decided on rum punch for
breakfast, being at work,
I could not

Had to be content with rum
chocolate instead, it was
so old, no trace of rum
in the taste

But ate it all the same, now
this cold-spell day appeals
in a lovely new way, I feel
vibrantly alive

Already catered to the
needs of the one-eyed
Cyclopian Troll Interpol,
now only

A request for a certificate
of death; life feels great
filtered through the hue
of the lovely

Chocolate flavoured with
rum - even though it can
be traced back to pre-
diluvium times!

poem by Margaret Alice
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Bohol, Land Of Chocolate Hills

Bohol, land of chololate hills
Melvin Banggollay

B-OHOL, Land of the famous chocolate hills
Cradles the smallest primate ever to exist,
The world renown Philippines tarsiers
That loves to cling upon ruboust small trees
As they stare with their round eyes so big.

O-ver its verdant valleys, I have seen many hills
With wonderful scenery sharing nature's gifts
As they speak to us geographical mysteries
And nature's wonder with the beautiful hills
Scattered around with their perfect cone shapes.

H-eaven I behold when I reach the famous hills
and extend my eye upon the horizon of the hills
For I have seen nature's captivating scenery
of cone shape hills that radiates God's mysteries
And his artistic inclination when he made all these.

O-ver the sky, birds from the heaven fly with glee
As they sing with song of praises as they are free
To soar upon the blue sky as they enjoy the scenery
With a promise that they will never destroy the beauty
Of this abode and sanctuary of nature's tapestry.

L-ove our land and never rape its wealth and beauty
But be stewards of God in protecting all its scenery
with all it creation upon its wide verdant valleys
Like the birds, the tarsiers and other wildlife sanctuary
For our children children to behold these someday

poem by Melvin Banggollay
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America Is Not... Is

America is something far greater
beyond the borders of the united states

America is not made of rock land or sea
America is not the country
we were fooled into
mistaking it to be
America is not a monger of war
not a preacher of nationalism
America does not exploit
the weaknesses of humanity
America has never been
represented accurately
or depicted properly
by those career manipulators
America is not a place
where one man can reject
the presence of another

America is raw unearthed potential
freedom truth beauty equality!

America resides in the heart and mind
America is home of the human spirit
America is a dream of potential earth utopia
America is something we all cherish and long for

America, its time we redefine ourselves
rethink our concept of who we are.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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