Sunflower (English)
Strangling In The Throes Of Country (2008)
Autumn is coming on the very beautiful yellow forest,
Making the life at pleasure and prettier…
But how sooner being sadly in away?
What painter dropped so ruing, dear fall!!
Sighing wind made tree wither lawn faded!
Drifting cloud exhorting falling flower leaves!
Coldly dew causing Fall forest red violet!
Murmuring brook refrain by painful apart!
Although the Fall still beautiful under moonlight…
I have inwards agonies to my poorly country
Then, I wish passing-out myself disincarnated,
Escaping the real life flying into the space;
Coming to see my suffer country under communists.
Pouring tearful to be relieving my sorely soul…
Seeming Nature also spread grieve darkly,
Making poet feeling more and more anxiously.
Using ink Pen start away poems enter the World,
Grievously come on with chaotic over country.
Choking voice with space echoes in severing pain,
Thrilling all over country made people very lament.
Soul-National in suffering; people were trembling fear.
Climbing mountain; crossing on sea left country home!!
DEPRIVING FROM COMMUNISTS GREEDY TRAITOROUS
EMANCIPATING PEOPLE WHO BEING CONFINED LIFE!
DISCHARGING RED PIRACY IN ETERNITY VIETNAMESE
EFFACEMENT COMMUNISM FOR RAISING NATIONAL PRESTIGE!!
POEM, THE PAIN OF FEELING; INK, SPREADING TEARS…
WEEPING FOR DISASTER DESTINY WITH SEA FOREST!!
MILITARY POLITICAL GOVERNMENT CIRCLE INDIGNANT PRISONER!!
SOUTH VIET. NAM. SUDDENLY THE LIFE IS BECOMING TOO POVERTY!!
World call them “the Cruel Traitorous”
Poet calls his name “the Poor and Miserable Maker”
“Harmful to the people; making disgracing Nation”
“Crouching respecting to Communism, they are neglected fatherland”
WHY SO VERY AGONY; THE TOP OF THE INTELLIGENT OR CUNNINGLY??!!
THE TEARS; BLOOD ARE FLOWING SOAKING IN PEOPLE FEELING!!!!
Christmas Day
Christmas is The GOD Great Birthday
Musical echoes are concerting with flying snow.
Making people enjoying both soul and ear eye
We are happy in praying GOD Christmas day.
Continuing praying GOD for peaceful Planet,
Being hope our planet would neither hungry nor war.
Spring Season
A season first of year is the fine spring
It is wonderful beauty as Queen
Getting up the nature for welcoming spring season,
Enjoying life with trees bud and birds sing.
Blooming flowers and fragrance air filling.
Miracle spring seeming we would be reawaking…
My Pretty Darling
Arm in arm with space very beautiful,
Let idea imagine free by coming fall.
Walking together on cobblestone way,
Sorry for withering-tattering of leaves-flowers…
My darling why breeze windy that forest so trembling?
Withering leaves- flowers, but musical- brook cheer poem?
Greening hill-mountain became yellow-red-white?
And you seem to be stupefying under dream-sky?
Stop for walking, I‘ll explain to you, my baby!
We should whisper for fear that‘ll soon disappear.
Forest so trembling because loving-fall′s attracting!
Musical- brook cheer poem is brooding over grace-feeling!
Yellow-red-white is the most excellent artfully!
And I seem being stupefying that by your pretty fairly…
Are you happy now aren′t you? Oh my belle loving!
You have to weep fall coming so that secluding fall died!
Narrowing–life would have been full wicked…
Making fairyland purifying where can′t tolerate for us.
Therefore knowing and dullard persons are regretful!
Then poet dreams yellow- fall with leaves- flower flying…
But poet-idea also as forest–fall to be afraid windy…
Every fall coming nature is very worrying by dying!
Missing and Loving
Winter is coming sun going to bed early
Loving and missing you very much, my babe!
Life has many more ways, I can′t see to you
My breaking heart for what reason, don’t you know?!
Following wild horse in long nights with howling wind
Seeking for you in my sad loving musical…
Being sailor on yacht floating in four oceans,
Scattering my suffering on rivers-lakes.
Drifting from muddiest to shallow area,
Taking everything in gloomy view
Owing to miss you then my life′s ideal is losing,
Pitying my beloved, you are moss grown living.
Burning fire for warming my icy cold years,
Wandering all over the World I have been despairing
Imagining your graceful air from first meeting,
Craving it in my heart never fading…
Detaining myself in deserting embitter!
But where are you I couldn′t find my darling
Only me continuing in painful many years
Unfortunate by grieving destiny I call you my babe!
The Loving
(This was one of the numerous loving stories
in the Vietnam War from 1950 to 1976.)
Hanoi could be a dreaming city, my belle;
I am the stranger who is affecting you, Lệ-hoa.
The ivory civilization tower′s a thousand years,
Inclining the hat is very attractive for you are.
Your long hair flows breezily,
Green velvet shoes, your fragility is very pretty.
Making my heart throb and break,
Trembling…perplexing; am I dreaming or confused?
Rose flower purple dress are stirring,
Cicada′s song is animating their loving way.
Hesitating, your gracefulness is very charmingly!
Awarding you to be the Queen, I′m the King.
Then, you′re Miss World of the University,
Making me feel a deep worry!
Engagement wine, we invite everyone;
But the Queen′s hat waits until the Coronation, please!
The Dreaming
From these days poem-soul is cheerful
Loving we forget all things, even waiting time.
Thinking life is only a dream,
Remembering nothing, except we′re waiting for each other.
Hoàn-KiếmLake, there′re melancholy weeping-willows,
Being close but we still fear being apart.
Jealous even with heavenly-earthward,
WonderfulWestLake is the only place for us.
Taking a walk on Cổ-Ngư slope we are,
Suddenly, I fear our love would be in vain.
Overhearing like mountain-river is sighing!
In space a sky-bird wings stray abandoning.
My beloved, the autumn is coming,
Distastefulness is getting for people, by whom?
Therefore…Southern I should be going,
Building our advantage and returning in fair glory.
The Happy Painfulness
Sobbing, loosing, we had been in nights fading
Grieving, talking, we made our separation.
Having parenting, I couldn′t go with you, darling!
Causing, doing my duty, I will be expecting you: “promising.”
Leaving you, I am extremely heartbroken;
Who thought the waiting time was twenty years?
My heart is dying sorrowfully,
My soul is down…endless agonies.
Miserable, years ago my parents were dying,
Sinking, floating grievously, it has been Northern living.
Suffering tempests are rising up all over the country,
Torturing both North and South are happening.
Meet you here…you′re defeated Captain,
Me, I′m a withering fiancée in middle life.
Darling, we should forget that hurtfulness,
Faithfully we should love each other, my baby!
Fading your belle, I′m very sorry, my lovely!
The elegant beautiful citizen girl is nothing to you…
Escaping from the cruel hands we must flee now,
Coming to the free world with small boat, darling!
Then, music enters poems unifying,
Drifting on water-waves make aimless sky-sea.
Floating between water-moon…we′re dreaming,
Mystery loving air we′re forgetting all destruction.
The Despair
Concerting both harmonies and melodies,
Revering about my pretty fiancée with ivory palace.
Suddenly, raining, violent storms are blowing!
Speechless…my heart is in grief and fear of dying…
Come with me…hurry up, my dear!
Can′t, I cannot. Oh! Dreadfull…my baby!
Alas, sea-wave overturned our loving boat.
Where are you? My beloved…Oh GOD!!! Me…alone!
My dear wife, you have been expected for twenty years…
Pain was overflowing; we have to be bearing here.
Lệ-hoa, how too bitter we are, baby!!
Loving boat broke up, our resentfulness is overlapping the sky.
Your blood is scattering on the blue sea…
Dying, living is hurtful, too much agony for me!
Lệ-Hoa, those cruel hands made us horrified…
Entombing you into my heart where is my dear wife′s graveyard.
Oh Heavenly-Worldly, why blood, tears drift under moon?
Making my despairing life to be the painful tomb!!
The Tribulation
Would you know where the tribulation country is?
Let me tell you about that, I have known:
The one country which name is VietnamAsia,
Their ancestors had to defend against invasion.
And stood up in many thousand years ago,
From their feeling to Geography were sweet, peaceful…
And Saigon was the VietnamSouthRepublic’s Capital,
Where both Western-Eastern Alliances used to together.
Their protected this land very nobly bravely…
Therefore, expecting any savage Communism “we never.”
But the dreadful days came very suddenly,
On April 30, 1975…all collapsed…too darkly!
Because this land was occupied by the Communists,
And all the alliances turned off their positions.
Pushing the poor Vietnamese down to enemy hands,
Their were turning a deaf ears; even Humane.
Oh, God “The Charity, the Quality” where are YOU?
Suffering never can cease…make me suggesting too,
Anyone who would still have his right-minded
Please, look at toward the Vietnam and listen,
Where the veterans have been dying by torturously
Where million peoples have been weeping in horrendously!
Do you believe those have been happening, don′t you?
Yes, the tribulations have been being at the sorrowful Vietnam!
Open…Open The Door…Please!
We beg you to open the door,
Don′t chase away the poor peoples.
They have been lurching, escaping from the rancor,
Please save their live, they have tough miserable.
You have the power to save them, we know…
Any suffering is becoming beautiful, we think…
Under your generous Humanity; we believe so…
And your name will be on Historicism…
Should you save their lives, Shouldn’t you?
Let′s not push down them, they’re agonizing very poor.
Returning the hell, they will be died too!
On behalf of the suffering Vietnam, we are knocking the door…
Would you hear their groaning’s echoes, wouldn′t you?
That′s too far but it’s true and very sore.
Let them not despair and overthrow.
On behalf of the painful soul, we’re knocking the door.
Are you feeling an woeful for them…aren′t you?
They need your hands, please open the door!
Let them not die by gloomy, please do!
On behalf of the suffering human, we knock your door…!
The Poem
She comes to me very suddenly,
What a magnification is new fall!
Her beauty like a Kaleidoscopecally,
But her sad likes dying autumn!
Stirring all the space there…here…
Feeling a thousand drops of tears.
Falling down on the life of me,
Becoming agonies drifting make fear…!
The Poetry for the Soul
But someone told you’re the poets,
You always love both the nature and peaceful.
In humanly, you could be an wisest
Because you’re finding out the better for soul…
The Art for Life
If without the Arts, which make beauty for life,
How could people have any pleasure after working time?
Without the sculptor, painter even composer poetry…
People would be the excellencies machines, but empties?
Two Monkeys Cry
Monkey′s echoes are in all the nights,
Someone told that they are coughing…
No…It seem they would be asking-answering,
From both the ends two monkeys cry.
Their painful sound is overlapping from the hill to sky.
The heartbreaking echoes make you suffering.
Stop it please, oh no, they continue sobbing!
Make the feeling has a sharp pain to the exiles!
The Statue
Why are you foolishing on the road side?
What makes your eyes filling up the tears?
Are you crying alone in months years?
Handspreading face upward to sky, you agonize!
It Is Me
Who are you, oh dear the slender poet lady!
Why your life should continue on melancholy!
What poising is becoming good drink for you!
Would your feeling be submerging in embitterment, do you?
Agonies
How grieve you are the flimsy lady!
What would be wearing out to your destine?
Knitting your agonies become the dressed,
Then murmuring this is the most beautiful dress…
Proud
How proud with smallest luggage you are!
Careless the neglecting by people eye about your suffering
Graceful life is composing romantic prose-poetry
For hiding much more splendidly in your feeling
Never Think
Never think that anybody knows, who you are,
To be silencing – gnawing your deep suffering,
It is me; I am standing beside you in quietly
Meditate for alive; your talent-beauty is withering
Beautiful as the Dreamily
Thinking that the nature is still sleeping,
But the wild-goose informed that the fall′s coming.
Spacing seemly to be quietly cloud wearing
Illustrating changeable scenery is beautiful in dream
Winding calls the fall forest are trembling
From brook′s top to shore′s end become very dully
On sky the wild–bird inclines her light swings,
Looking herself at on deep water she‘s bothering.
Attracting fall – soul then sad is spreading.
Love sick haggard let flower leaves falling.
Sorrowful – river sadden – shore in the fading days.
Loosing music-fiddle lost mediator, recalled separation…
Autumn′s ending suggesting the leaves season′s dying.
Being lost the fatherland, patriots have been grieving.
Conceive – stupefy by catching fall then stupefying conceiving,
Mourning with involved by passing months years…
Weirdly and ghostly-fall-moon is deserting,
Making the mountain-river had to be pitifully for exiling.
Breaking all lentil – foamy s′ summer, but it′s very colder
Imagining on high sea was broached in destiny confusing.
Oh beautiful fall is still Legend adding!
Floundering in the poet feeling…I am hesistating.
Ambitiously
Picking-up a cloud fragment in New Year’s EVE,
Folding the little boat throw this one into the air.
Imagining on space, my boat could move very far,
Skimming white cloud choosing a few moon-stars.
For preparing the greatest Welcoming to the 21st Century,
With ambition:This one is coming in peacefully”.
And all Nations would have humanely policies,
For people’s life would be sufficient happily
Blessing human life it is, Lord‘s Power,
Adding talent Leaders who have more merciful.
For the Supply- Demand should be useful mutually
The Global will be best in contributing excellently…
Sciences-Technical need offering to all countries,
For purifying the air, water; preventing disease, disaster…
Making the life could be both healthily and wealthily
Oh wonderful our Planet is neither hungry nor war!!
Well returning white cloud for blue sky;
Let stars-moon give us beautiful-sight at night.
Oh Little Bird!
In the strange forest do you straying?
Among stunted tree bitter fruit are you suffering?
Which as a drifted sampan on solitude ferryboat
Pale moon, cold-river, faded day do you be gloomy
Where, seeming to still echoes sobbing
Make everyone hears more the melancholy!
To Cry More
Do you see a bird that is injured?
Oh little bird, why do you cry, long-suffering?
That you are woeful for your flock′s grieving.
Would you take pity on a soul’s out of the life, door?
Her heart blood is oozing to mix time – color!
Let them go to mountain, forest to cry more.
Love of Fall
Spring, summer died; the yellow fall is starting
Loving the fall I have been still in the teeny-weeny,
How beautiful you are in color,
The beauty-season is very gracefully.
Mystery
Romantic loving among a dreamy area
Makes us become a loving couple.
Worrying by telling me, you′ll be over enjoyed
In this happy fairyland, which is bewildering…
Fairy
Old-time in long years my hair become gray,
You, yellow Fall is still as pretty as fairy.
Life is only happy when meeting each other,
Being very sad if we have to go away…
Chasing the Dream
Painfully, when the poet′s hidden feelings,
Being tortured in dreamy love.
Leaving behind the bitter-sour; next fall we′ll meet again.
And continue together our long lasting love.
After All
I always pray to enjoy with you in empathy
Let yellow autumn with people life be endearing…