My hometown poem

Down on Spytty Park Outlet, Neil Armstrong planted a tree then twisted His knee on the hard ground, It had been a face meltingly warm day Nothing like the moon The tree didn't even flutter in the breeze, Ordered by his surgeon never to revisit Newport He is now resigned To doing repetitive talks in the auditorium Of Kennedy Space Center, Remembering the good days in space When he became a hero And shit into a foil bag for a week or two, All in the name of progress.

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My style is free verse. Nurfarida recites her poem while stranded on an old fishing boat perched at the top of a four-story, urban house in southern Thailand. Printed by permission.

Poem on my city

The third is, sometimes I feel lost in my own home town. My style is free verse. The new Tesco in Risca had the cord cut by Teresa May, She had taken on the job as a stripper To help with retirement costs, She was naked, Quite a nice costume but could have ironed it first, The day after the engagement She had to put notice on her residency Of number 10 Downing Street When the poem was written in , thousands of Rohingya, born in Myanmar , were fleeing the land of their birth. I want to show that Muslims can do everything. Nurfarida: The old Thai poem style, they have a rhythm. I love to call myself a storyteller, because I like to share what I see, what I feel, what I think. This image contrasts with other seafarers that Nurfarida names in the first stanza of the poem. While most Thai poets have been men employing strict rhythmic structures in their poetry, Ms. The world situation, the refugees like the Rohingya, or another group that has to move. Human smugglers had overcrowded them onto small fishing boats, without sufficient fuel or water. There was a lot of segregation between the sexes and no free mingling was allowed. Down on Spytty Park Outlet, Neil Armstrong planted a tree then twisted His knee on the hard ground, It had been a face meltingly warm day Nothing like the moon The tree didn't even flutter in the breeze, Ordered by his surgeon never to revisit Newport He is now resigned To doing repetitive talks in the auditorium Of Kennedy Space Center, Remembering the good days in space When he became a hero And shit into a foil bag for a week or two, All in the name of progress. Nurfarida: My name is Rossanee Nufarida. I live in Hat Yai, Songkhla, in southern Thailand.

I am not sure how it was with her One day even without an abrupt goodbye I had to leave my hometown to an alien soil. So I want to protect my family. The new Waitrose were looking for A popular cult celebrity Coming with a cheap appearance fee, They'd spent the budget on robots That lift you out from your car and escort you around the store On a bed of air, They decided upon Warwick Davis But he turned the offer down, His good buddy Val Kilmer Advised him that once Tom Cruise was pickpocketed By someone who was faking homelessness On Commercial Street, Some people in Newport Really can stop that low.

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Down on Spytty Park Outlet, Neil Armstrong planted a tree then twisted His knee on the hard ground, It had been a face meltingly warm day Nothing like the moon The tree didn't even flutter in the breeze, Ordered by his surgeon never to revisit Newport He is now resigned To doing repetitive talks in the auditorium Of Kennedy Space Center, Remembering the good days in space When he became a hero And shit into a foil bag for a week or two, All in the name of progress. The poem speaks to anyone cast out, on their own, or trying to escape from a bad situation. It floats listfully, almost aimlessly in no particular direction. Why we have to do this. Kaesaman is my family name. When I wear hijab and I work, people are amazed when I interview them They say you are a journalist in hijab. Printed by permission. The second is the Thai political situation. I live in Hat Yai, Songkhla, in southern Thailand. When the poem was written in , thousands of Rohingya, born in Myanmar , were fleeing the land of their birth. While most Thai poets have been men employing strict rhythmic structures in their poetry, Ms. So there was no open expression of love.

I go somewhere I know. The third is, sometimes I feel lost in my own home town.

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