Cultural Ingenuity
CULTURAL INGENUITY
mELVIN BANGGOLLAY
Gone are the days when we display
Shyness when we are part of minority
When we are called with ingenuity
as the brave peacocks of the north
wearing head gears in open court
with feathers swaying back and forth.
Today, our culture is our pride
We must show so proud with all stride
for its the essence of our own blood
that was never touched by tyrant’s mud
but with our nature to learn so fast
We can be at par with anyone at last.
let us be proud if we were born igorots
When we're reared with Kalinga’s roots
When we spoke the tongues of ibalois
when we have the tenure of ifugaos
When we sing the songs of cordilleran
and lived in every mountain’s grand.
Be proud of whatever your culture’s birth
for its the reason you are upon this earth
to speak and take pride of what you are
Instead of pretending on what you are not
for you can never become somebody’s race
if you’re born upon Cordillera’s breast.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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I am proud to be Javanese
I am proud that my grandma also wearing it
BATIK is our culture not only a dress or uniform
I am proud of wearing it
I am proud to learn how to make it
It's an art
Yes, it's an culture
I know Batik from my Grandma and Mom
Thanks, to let me born from my Javanese mom
I love my culture and
Now, i'm promoting my nation by wearing it
Welcome To The Cordillera
WELCOME TO THE CORDILLERA
mELVIN d.bANGGOLLAY
Welcome to the great Cordillera's beauty
And behold its mystic land and history
Of people in a land known as the stairway
To heaven with its ranges of nature tapestry.
Welcome to Kalinga, verdant land known to many
As the land of the brave hunters our history,
The land known as the peacock of the country
With their colorful custom amidst modernity.
Here you can fine Cordillera's rice granary
With the best aroma of coffee in the country
Perfectly brewed by hands of genuine beauty
Of charming ladies dancing with gong's intimacy.
If you traverse the highways of Cagayan Valley
You will be charmed by Apayao's serene beauty
Where you can now fine banana based industry
With their growing cassava production in ARC.
You can fine here the cleanest river in our country
From its unexploited forest away from modernity
Where you can enjoy wildlife living in intimacy
As you can see domesticated dear in every family.
Benguet is another source of the land' beauty
Where the famous mines of gold and silver stay
Popularly known as the region's vegetable granary
With its temperate cold climate you can feel everyday.
On this land you can also fine the famous Baguio City
Known as the cleanest and greenest city in history
Known as the city of pines in the entire country
and as the summer capital of our archipelago today.
If you go down and pass along the whirling highway
You can reach the province of Abra known to many
As the bamboo capital of the entire region' today
With their famous bamboo based craft and industry.
Although the land is know for its political history
With famous politicians names making their own story
It is peopled by those who love to have peace everyday
Making the land of love flowing with stream of honey.
When you go west passing the known Halsima Highway
You will reach the only Mountain Province of the country
Where you will be enchanted to behold nature's beauty
Of high mountain peaks engulfed with pine's' great serenty.
You will never leave this land once you sip its coffee
Proven to have the aroma that relieves boredom magically
Being roasted by prudent hands known for their ingenuity
Of weaving products from looms and abaca fiber industry.
When you go south, you'll be charmed by Ifugao's beauty
With its famous land of history during the Japanese occupancy
Where lot of tales of hidden treasure were told everyday
From generations to generations until our time today.
It can not be denied that Ifugao Terraces is world history
With the ingenuity displayed by Ifugao seen today
In building stairways from slopes of mountain's scenery
Without any aid of modern tools like we have today.
If you want to know more and discover our ingenuity
Come to the Cordillera Region and enjoy its scenery
Along with the sweet smiles and warm hospitality
Of its people living in peace for our nation's posterity
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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I Am Not Proud Of My Country
I love my Homeland Country and of it's scenic sights I sing
But I don't say I am proud to be Irish as proud has a patriotic ring
And those who feel proud of their Country often go that step too far
As pride leads to patriotism and patriotism leads to war.
I have never waved my Country's flag at parade or football game
And I am not Proud of my country though I love it just the same
For pride and love are different as different as can be
And pride that leads to patriotism has never appealed to me.
Some people on flag post in their front yard fly their Country's flag
And I am proud of my Country you hear them proudly brag
But others worthiness and cultures they never could embrace
And without saying so they are telling you that ours is a superior race.
I am proud of my Country you will never hear me say
Though many feel that pride and patriotism are good and quite okay
But how many young men have died in wars due to patriotic pride
Love brings people together whilst pride and patriotism divide.
I have never been a soldier or had honours to my name
And I am not Proud of my Country though I love it just the same
And those who feel proud of their Country can take that step too far
For pride leads to patriotism and patriotism can lead to war.
poem by Francis Duggan
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American Pride
(Throughout the singing of this song there is continuous
background of announcements about 9-11 incident by
goverment leaders and announcers)
American pride something you feel inside
Something you can't describe American pride.
Dad said, Son I'm proud you won
But the game is more than any toy
Mama said, Now Son say sir and say ma'am
And be proud you're southern born
You play when you're hurt and you work when you're tired
'Cause that was Grandpa's way
And the biscuits are better at Granny's house
And the gravy taste great all day.
American pride yes it is something you feel inside
Something you can't describe, something you cannot hide
American pride something you feel inside
Traditions run deep and wide with American pride.
When a baby is born we all celebrate
With tears of joy in family eyes
'Cause we all know the baby
Will grow up with American pride
Yeah. we work and we play and we have our own ways
And we don't all look alike
But if the cause is right we stand up and fight
To protect our American pride.
Sing it, sing it, sing it.
American pride yes it is something you feel inside
It's something you can't describe,
Yt's something you can't hide
American pride, something you feel inside
Traditions run deep and wide with American pride.
With American pride, it's American pride...
song performed by by Alabama
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Mother is all the best
Long, long ago for me she took birth
I am the child born out of this earth
Obviously she is my natural mother
We love one another and live together
She is my protector, my benefactor
Her air is my breath, her water is my blood
Her each and every happiness makes me glad
The rivers of her are my artery and vein
I take a pang when she suffers a pain
Her hills is my pride, oceans are my essence
Her glance is bliss, and so soothing is her presence
The sun and the moon are my eyes, the sky is my breast
I am proud of her and she too, being the mother all the best
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Kings Of The Day
(regis diem)
Heroes of the future
The keepers of the past
And objects of our beauty
Remaining till the last
Walking on the water
The oceans at our feet
The passage of our nature
The taste of bitter-sweet
So shall we be kings?
Born just to win
Proud voices sing
And we wish that this life would go on and on
Looking in the distance
The fever on the street
Cast away the covers
Let my people see
Rulers of the network
Leaders from the dark
Embrace a generation
The first will be the last
So shall we be kings?
Born just to win
Proud voices sing
And we wish that this life would go on and on
Shall we be kings?
Born just to win
Proud voices sing
We will never give up till the day is done
Shall we be kings?
Born just to win
Proud voices sing
And we hope that the word will live on and on
Time waiting
Time taking
Life
Music & lyrics by: geoff downes & john payne
song performed by by Asia
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Nature tells me
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my riches for I am not
much richer than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my beauty for I am not
much beautiful than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my kindness for I am not
much kinder than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my generosity for I am not
much generous than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my logicality for I am not
much logical than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my judiciousness for I am not
much judicious than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my poetic mind for I am not
much poetic than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my prides for I am not
much prouder than her.
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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In the Hoops of Green
In the hoops of green
In colours proud
Players, past & present
Heroes to Parkhead’s crowd.
From Maley’s days
And Jock Stein’s glory
The faithful have grown
On Celtic’s story.
From the streets of Glasgow
From Maryhill Road
To the sidewalks of Toronto
The passion still grows.
As we sing with pride
Old familiar songs
Our culture and faith
We will pass along.
With our Irish pride
In the hoops of green
We will forever support
Glasgow’s Irish team.
poem by Daniel McDonagh
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Swagger
With a walk of pride,
And heads held high.
Displaying a confidence seen and undenied.
Some come to think of this still as arrogance.
Anyone appearing dignified and proud,
With an identity that speaks out loud...
And arrogance is applied to this stride that clouds,
Today's definition
Swagger is what that is called today.
In my day...
In times that seem so far away.
To act as if one was a foolish clown...
Was one who was down to Earth.
And had been taught this was acceptable,
With a teaching of this from one's birth.
Being a fool was preferred behavior.
In cycles where dysfunctions were revered.
Many times I was told I wasn't a bag of chips.
But easily spotted as a dim-witted dip!
To display one's intelligence...
Was for some an embarrassment.
Today...
Those 'dips' done by the ones with wit,
Appear to have a lot of emulated swagger.
With a hip-hop that raps and rocks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Song (My Culture)
I Sing it with pride!
I sing it with love!
I sing it with origin!
I Sing it genuinely!
Allong strong delight,
Which neither divided or subtracted,
reveals my true identity in multiple,
it hypnotises the soul i begot from the soil,
distinguished amongst other songs,
cannot be languished!
cannot be banished!
Culture O! Song,
I Sang It Before!
I Sing It Now!
As I will sing it then!
Allong strong delight,
a part of a human art to my site,
you run away from the lyrics,
however draws you nearer with its pleasant noise,
when the wind blows,
just like fire it glows,
cannot waste its taste with conotation,
cannot erase its denotation,
I live by the song,
guided by it for so long,
Culture O! Song!
Like hip-hop
I Sing to,
Like Drums,
I Dance to it,
Like a book,
the story read never ends,
My Culture!
My Pride!
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Im So Proud
Youre prettier than all the world
And Im so proud, Im so proud, Im so proud of you
cause youre only one fellows girl
Im so proud, Im so proud, Im so proud of you
Im so proud of being loved by you
And it would hurt, hurt to know,
If you ever were untrue, yeah
Sweeter than the taste of a cherry so sweet
Yeah, and Im so proud, Im so proud,
Im so proud of you
Compliments to you from all the people we meet
Yes babe and Im so proud, Im so proud,
Im so proud of you
Im so proud of being loved by you
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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A Letter from the Sand 'Be Proud
Today I received a letter from the sand. It read Dear Sir, we regret to inform you that your brother Sgt. Andre Smith was killed two days ago in Iraq, but be proud he died a hero. Now I must read that letters a hundred times but pride never came over me but anger did. Anger that got me asking questions like is proud of what, that my big brother is no longer here? Or should I be proud that they turned my caring brother into murder all under the false flag of freedom? Be proud, I am proud and I was always proud not because Andre died as hero but I am proud because he was my brother.
Note:
This poem is not a true story. Now although my brother Andre did past away he did not die that way, but I wanted to honor him so I used his name in a poem the relates to current affairs
Sonnet: Eight Times the Shakespearean Sonnet Number
So sacred is my motherland India;
So sacred is my state called Tamilnad;
So sacred are its rivers, Himalaya;
An Indian citizen born, I’m so glad!
I’m proud to be my mother’s eighth male child;
I’m proud to be a man believing God;
I’m proud to be a Nature’s lover wild;
I’m proud to be an Indian Poet mod.
Thanks to my schooling, good education then;
Thanks to my good up-bringing by parents;
Thanks to my God for my talents and ken;
Thanks to my earthly-life and common sense.
Let me perform something that’s truly great!
’Tis God Almighty who can change one’s fate!
8-8-2001
Dedicated to all my NRI brethren world-o'er!
Be proud of your origin always!
Be patriotic!
poem by John Celes
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Heritage
Maurice white, lestley r. pierce & frankie blue
Rap:
The boys
Were just chillin with eart, wind & fire
This is my desire
Talking bout culture
Im a vulture
Just like the beat
Chillin with earth, wind & fire
Everybody take a look around
What do you see
When I look
Theres faces everywhere
Lookin back at me
Their eyes keep telling me stories
Dont understand
In my mind
Theres many, many questions
Bout who I am
Bridge:
Just be proud of the land
Where your blood comes from
No one can take away
What you have done
Hold your head up high
Cultures stand eye to eye
One people living under one sun
Chorus:
Be proud
Sing it out loud
Take your rightful place
Its you heritage
So stand tall
Dont be small
Show true face
Its your heritage
Everybody walks a little different
To keep the pace
Gotta have pride
Just to be a winner
In the human race
In school, the rules dont fly
Out on the street, tell me why
People of the nation cant feel the same beat
Bridge
Chorus
Bridge:
Were living in a colorful world
All shades of love
Each carrying a ray of hope
Sent down from above
Rap:
Yo marice: break it down for me allright
The boys chillin wit earth, wind and flames
They asked us to sing a few notes
So we came
Realized the meaning of the song
So we sung
With all our heart and soul
And hopefully we brung
A message to all
To not be small
To stand up tall
And to give it your all
Lets have a ball yall
Pump it up!
Chorus
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Born From the Blood of the Gael
I learned my history of Ireland
From my father every Friday night,
When he would arrive home from Madigan’s bar
Reciting in song and verse of Ireland’s fight.
He talked of Robert Emmett
And sang of the brave Wolfe Tone,
He spoke with pride of Padraig Pearse
Of James Connolly, he would recite a poem.
It was not the Guinness that fuelled his passion,
For his heritage, he would never part.
And he told me, that I, a son of the Diaspora
Was an Irish bhoy at heart.
He said that Brother Walfrid should be canonized a saint
For his vision and his dream.
For he brought faith and pride to the Glasgow Irish
With men proudly wearing the emerald green.
A second-class citizen is how he had felt all his life
For being a Catholic of Irish descent.
And it burned his soul, the discrimination and bigotry,
That had encountered his up bringing in a Glasgow tenement.
He spoke of the shipyards; he had worked down by the Clyde,
Harassed for his faith, labeled a papist and Fenian.
His solace he found, in Our Lord and the Virgin Mary,
How he sometimes wished, he had the strength of Cúchulainn.
Our heritage and culture, he said, shall last forever
For we are born from the blood of the Gael,
And the next time that you walk into Parkhead,
Those rebel songs of old, sing, shout and yell.
Daniel McDonagh June’2008
poem by Daniel McDonagh
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The Elder Speaks
She gathered the young
Stared within the flames of the fire
She spoke of life before and life after
She was old, crippled but her spirit strong.
Stories of old, but lessons within, learned
Honored among her people
She'd never be forgotten
Even long after she was gone
But for now, she had much to say, much to teach
Do Not let poison ride through your veins
Do not let firewater, take away who you are
Do not become some bum, living in the streets
Hold your head up, Show your pride
Dance with the traditions long since gone
Dance like you've not danced before, show your pride
Show your colors, be proud of the heritage given
Be it fullblood or Mixed Blood
Honor the women, the men and the children, the past
I speak to you, for once I was young
Learn the legends, for they are true within words
Respect the Earth, for she is the giver of all life
Respect the Circle, for it never ends
Respect the herbs we use
Do Not abuse Tobacco, Sage, Cedar, Sweetgrass or Peyote
Respect all others, reguardless of their beliefs or way of life
With each word, she spoke, she hugged the young to her chest
They listened with a great admiration, for not many elders wer left
For they were the teachers of the nations
Teachers of the young
The Elder Spoke From her heart, soul and spirit
poem by Brenda Weemes
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I'm a black American, I am proud of my race. I am proud of who I am. I have a lot of pride and dignity.
quote by Michael Jackson
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The Fault of It
Some may have blamed us that we cease to speak
Of things we spoke of in our verses early,
Saying: a lovely voice is such as such;
Saying: that lady's eyes were sad last week,
Wherein the world's whole joy is born and dies;
Saying: she hath this way or that, this much
Of grace, this way or that, this much
Of grace, this little misericorde;
Ask us no further word;
If we were proud, then proud to be so wise
Ask us no more of all the things ye heard;
We may not speak of them, they touch us nearly.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Proud Old Glory
I am the blood, I am the soul
I am the essence of liberty, so bold
I am the heart, I am the life
I am the dream and the vision, all that's right
I am the hope, I am the truth
I am the faith and the spirit of the aged and the youth
I am the warmth, I am the breath
I am the peace and the honor, life and death
I am justice, I am love
I stand for freedom, and salute our brave
I serve my country with pride
Old Glory is my name, God made this land my home
I am the proud flag of America
I am the proud flag of America.
poem by Trade Martin
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I'm a proud African child
I'm a pretty bud
growing out of the mud,
I'm a blessed child -
tame and free in mind,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm a precious stone,
neither am I broken nor torn,
A precious stone am I -
treasure to the nation's eye,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm a star in midnight
which gives a spark of light,
Like a diamond in the sky
I dwell with pride in the high,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm the hope for the future,
a pure seed of true virtue,
A fragrant leaf of uncorrupt nature,
A beneficiary of unlimited adventure,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm a child of God
out of doom and gloom called,
I'm more precious than gold
and even more special than a goat,
I'm really a Proud African Child.
poem by Comfort Ndlovu
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