Native Americans call me 'Paleface'
'Roundeye' say the Chinese race
to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales
altho' a 'Limey' in New York
I answer to none such hails
once a 'Gweilo' in Hong Kong Down Under was a 'Pom'
you may give a dog a bad name (and/or a bone)
he may even be your (best) 'Pal' don't think me fuddy-duddy
for what's more I have my limits and I'm not your (good) 'Buddy'
then a 'Rooinek' 'round Cape Town
'Farangi' was I in Dubai
and tho' no English rose was a 'Bloke' when there
as originally from Kenya when owned by Blighty
in some parts of the U.S.A. I'm now called 'Whitey'
'Haole' in Hawaii that's me and 'Gringo'
down south in Mexico
seems I'm all things to all men a man of many hats
altho' no they know me not
whether saint or sinner
you may call me what you will
but just not late for dinner
I wasn't long in Hong Kong,
before I saw my first tai chi,
and it gave me the strangest notion,
the exercisers, advancing all in a row,
were line dancing in slow motion.
They put their left hand in,
right hand out,
in, out, in, out,
waved them all about
and, set to soothing, soulful music,
the male practitioners suggestively sang,
"If you show me your yin,
I'll show you my yang."
Why my poems are not long?
I think in terms of song:
My passion for sound strong,
Sacrificing beat wrong...
Why poems shan't be long?
To sound and song I belong:
On sound, now, the King Kong,
Save there's one in Hong Kong
One I don't sight in Tong!
Like China to Ping Pong...
And I have brave tunes sung
But have not their bells rung
To seventeen tracks clung
Like a dirt: a dung flung...
This they hate: a used lung;
Want it out of one wrung!
It's been a sound-driven poem
In the tradition of a deum.
Away the land of the flame tree blossoms
Orient blown athwart a yellow moon,
to hearken the far sound of dragon drums
and ride a Phantom into old Kowloon.
To Salisbury Road Peninsula doors
where old enemies its waters journey,
where long ago in the Opium Wars
Britannia ruled the South China Sea.
Now a new tale of skirmish is retold
when two foes battled on a foreign field -
O’ but fell the armies in green and gold
whose fate was All Black and forever sealed.
And to the victors do the spoils belong
once more once upon a time in Hong Kong.
Written: November 2008
A rugby trip to Hong Kong.
Each time he emerged the best,
Puffed up his hairy chest,
And loudly slapped his breast,
His announced triumph a bantam’s crest,
The next man permitting no rest …
Now in the East, soon storming the West,
The-from-Northern-Hong-Kong,
Dead sure that he is King Kong:
A styling as itinerant guest,
And a triggered-by-victory zest.
But anyone can his title belt wrest,
And cause give him to try a long rest,
Unless one doesn’t as much thirst
For restless happiness of The First.
Freedom of Expression is Only Free to The Members of The Dominant Class, Race, Religion Or Segment Of Society.
For The Rest of US Payments May be made in Blood, Tears, Rights or Civil Liberties.
I am a Brother of a Different Race, Ethnicity, Color, Language and Creed, Though I Can Identify With Your Journey.
For My People Walk a Similar Road.
We have Known Slavery, Whips, Chains and the Continued Attempts to Silence Our Collective Voice(s).
This Road is Long, the Path is Steep, and the Friends willing to travel with you are Few, But I would say to be Encouraged.
You Will One Day Get There, If You Are Willing to Continue the Journey, Endure the Race, and Aim towards the Higher Calling.
Though Water, Time Zone(s), and Distance May Separate US, Know That If Your Pursuit is Positive, Intention(s) Are Honest Regarding the Freedom of All Citizens, and your Motives are Sincere and Pure, Then I Will Stand With You.
The World is Watching, Documenting and Praying For your Positive and Peaceful Resolution.
Best Regards
Paul Cumberbatch (Author, December 12, 2020)
An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."
~I've moved to Hong Kong where many brave souls dwell.
A million Davids slinging stones of democracy and peace.
At the empty-headed ogre who will forever loathe the free.
To let loose his hell hounds to go for the throat of liberty.
~I've moved to Hong Kong where many brave souls dwell.
Where angels bloody the noses of ogres and those hounds of hell.
I'm too old and have not the heart to join their noble fight.
but I lock my spirit tight to theirs along the skirmish line.
I've moved to Hong Kong in the dreamlands of my mind.
On an Asian trip, noticed a sore on my gong
Doctor Smith said “amputation will be needed before too long”
So I saw Doctor Wong
“It's the Hong Kong Dong
Wait 3 weeks it will fall off and you'll sing a happy song”
Here we go poof
(From China with love)
I remember kids in America
at the Bank of America
in their baggy pants, baseball hats,
tee-shirts.
There was snow on the mountains
clouds in-pressing to get over
dust the sagebrush with snow.
For the life of me, I think
it was their shouting which
held back or drew the clouds.
They on their skateboards
taking turns with trick jumps
over the sign:
Absolutely no
skateboarding
or rollerblading
As if the freakish haiku of the admin made it tru…
There was more I would say but time’s up.
You remember Tiananmen, won’t you?
They are here now. So long.
So long Huang Qi.
The Tao that can be spoken of
is not the Tao which is.
Just off McCarren some November
(and all those miles away)
Hong Kong
Should you be in doubt
it is Chinese through and through
not a British colony
who reluctantly had to give it back?
They introduced democracy which as
false as the American kind,
China is not a democracy.
but they
have got rid of poverty and corruption is a hanging offence.
The students in Hong Kong have led
people astray, they need a good spanking,
dreaming of an independent nation was
criminals can hide like it should be Israel.
So, let us repeat Honk Kong is Chine.
` HONG KONG starlet YING CHOI YEE..
Which is that flat?
What and where are you that you come from.
What breed? Are you weaned? I am breadwinner only I might. How about you our beloved witch YING CHOI YEE?
Put a smile on face to please. All are moneys ease as you can look so good and lewd on bed or life. Can defended are likely none. Claimants that represent HONG KONG government play a prank and joke in court.
Signs and seeing views of policeman witness just is not queen evidence this time. Who then can prove that she dispose a bag of cocaine away from her car windows.
Who is triad?
What is coke?
Singer also starlet goes up smiling face to please her nabob friend. Seemingly she must please them with sexes and cokes.
Look so good this ways are something bad.
Friend of she as this is very eminent business men and building landlord keeping many flats.
Which is that flat?
Where you come from?
Ways of made argots is not such as only those for cow.
Those are words from me that use to calm you down with much their wants.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
A chance you armed as FOX YIN TUNG..
Trimmer chances will wangle out of laws.
Chance your arms are smuggle men.
Hong Kong FOX YIN TUNG had chance to come true.
Chance would be fine as there are only disguised laws.
Poorer grades are some dissembles.
Double faces will hide but fight the laws by tricks.
No perjury all are FOX YIN TUNG with sins.
Hong Kong FOX YIN TUNG also knows as Henry Fox by English names.
Miracle smuggle products earn a lot for legal charms illegally. Electronics also medicines load to boats and there may be drugs or heroin.
Henry Fox had bought and sold..
Bills and fames and poses are surest bet in FOX YIN TUNG life.
Henry fox had passed away. He also becomes our famous china official congress men when he came to senior ages.
True to say a man and family who smuggle goods and merchandises must try to take a pose as triad gangs.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--------
Moving white neon lines,
Trace I.M. Pei’s Bank of China.
Elegant understated rhythm,
Precise and perfect.
Flowing lighted flags of cargo ships,
Behemoths of the world.
Bare bulb strings of pale yellow,
Pulsing to boat engines,
Walla wallas chugg everywhere.
Warship hurricane bows and guns,
Glowing menacingly across,
The surface shimmer from Kowloon.
Coming from a myriad shops.
Checkered patterns from the towers,
On the Hong Kong side.
Rising higher by the day.
Glowing gardens of the rich on old Victoria Peak.
Shining down from splendid views.
And the umbilical for all,
The hardy Hong Kong-Kowloon Ferry,
Plowing foamy paths for 100 years.
Hong Kong Harbor sets the standard,
Just ask anyone.
Man, whoever you, are stop the acid attacks.
God never intended us,
To use our chemical knowledge like that.
What you are doing is wrong,
Strong acids are corrosive, explosive, and deadly.
This action scares the hell out of me.
People are running around town,
Screaming and burning,
Because you’re mad,
That is awful and sad.
That is just so inhumane and wrong.
You go to college to enhance your knowledge,
And then do evil things,
Adding a demonic disaster to someone’s dreams.
This act is mean,
Stop the acid attacks,
Acid can remove someone’s skin right off the bat.
Gosh, this is wrong!
Please stop the acid attacks in Hong Kong.
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