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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

Your Thought Of Art And Poetry

Please feel free to drop by and leave your thought, your art, your music, your poetry, or whatever you wanna share. Enjoy your life and your art. Thanks for dropping and leaving your footprints on this thread . Have a restful day and night.

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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

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The Sorrowful Autumn
(Specially written for my friend artist Fred Jinkins)


Summer is drifting further away
leaving behind an adoring sensation

Autumn is coming
and
creating
a confusing moment
as the breezy wind rustles inside tree canopies
when it’s blowing colorful leave.

White cloud forms a mournful headband on the sky
during the long funeral;
in
which
it grieves for the dying summer.
Hot and dried weather would be fully buried
under layers of soggy leaves and rainfalls.

As if it were yesteryear,
farewell footprints
from the last Fall
still
could be seen
on the olden trail.
Somehow it arises inside my inner self
a wild-wild dream of strolling around on the lost path again.

Life in exile is always as painful as it would be
I often feel as if I were a dying leaf
drifting
very far away
from the main branch
of my former homeland.

My emotion has been entwined like a tangled roll
that would have ever been undone
to its original norm
and form
again.

08-9-2917
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca




Triste Automne

L'été dérive plus loin
laissant derrière lui une sensation adorante

L'automne arrive
et
créant
un moment confus
alors que le vent souffle dans les auvents
quand il souffle des feuilles colorées.

Le nuage blanc forme un
bandeau de deuil
sur le ciel
pendant les funérailles longues;
dans
lequel
Il pleure l'été mourant.
Le temps chaud et sec serait entièrement enterré
sous des couches de feuilles empilées et de pluies.

Comme si c'était autrefois,
empreintes d'adieu
depuis le dernier automne
encore
pourrait etre vu
sur l'ancien sentier.
D'une façon ou d'une autre, elle se pose à l'intérieur de moi-même
un rêve sauvage de se promener sur le chemin perdu à nouveau.

La vie en exil est toujours aussi pénible que ce serait
J'ai souvent l'impression d'être une feuille mourante
dérive
très loin
de la branche principale
de mon ancienne patrie.

Mon émotion a été entrelacée comme un rouleau enchevêtrement
cela aurait été annulé
à sa norme d'origine
et forme
encore.

08-9-2917
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

 

Bill Tomsa

4 Years Ago

In the southwest autumn is welcomed
It signals a time of cooler weather

A time to enjoy the desert outdoors
It signals a time that's always better.

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Bill Tomsa

https://billtomsa.blogspot.com/

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

Nice to see you dropping by, Bill. Have a restful evening, my friend.

 

Bill Tomsa

4 Years Ago

Thank you my friend and same to you.

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Hello my friend, good to see you here again amongst us and for a start, I just feel it important to post a quote from my collection of quotes.
This one resonates so much for me, it is about art, life, love.............and, shall be back soon with more to share...........thanks for the thread.
Always glad to share art, life, love, with you. I might add another to this post in the way of Art.........mine, of course, lol..............VIVA


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VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

As to sharing Art...........hope you like this: it has the most visitors, and is my favourite, too.................................

one of the quotes I chose for this, in the description........................



"I'll dip my brush into the sunrise, and the sunset, and the rainbow. " ~ Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett.


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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

Good morning my dear friend Vivian. Thank you very much. It's nice to see you dropping by and leaving the quote and your awesome painting. A nice day and a restful weekend to Tom, Vivian and everybody.




An echo to y painting Rainbow Clouds



Hope

What's going down must go up
sooner or later
for
sure.

The sun always comes out after heavy rain;
we might see the clear sky
with a beautiful rainbow
in full spectrum
of
colours.

So long as we keep our hope intact,
everyone one of us will see the bight sunlight
after many days
in
the dark.

09-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca



 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Viet..........I find your thoughts so uplifting........and am honoured to have inspired you..............We see the light, it is, fantastic.

 

Natalie Holland

4 Years Ago

Nice to see you, Viet!

Sharing one of my favorites quotes.......Follow your heart but take your brain with you. - Alfred Adler

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



@ Vivian: How is the weather in Sidney, my friend?

@ Natalie: Long time no talk. Nice to see you dropping with your favorite quote, my friend. I think when you follow your heart, you'll lose your brain. Have a restful evening.



 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

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"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." ~ Oscar Wilde



An echo to the quote by Alfred Adler: "Follow your heart but take your brain with you."




No Logic in Romaine

She prefers to take the brain with her,
whenever, she follows her heart
on the path
of
romaine.

Alas, it’d be totally worthless;
simply, ’cause, there’d be absolutely
no logic in love
for
the brain
to comprehend.

As soon as, she falls into it;
her mind is blind;
her heart is lost
she’s drowned
deep
deeper
deepest
‘til she hits the bottom of the ocean o’ love
and gets stuck there for the rest of her life

It's nearly impossible say good bye;
unless, she wanna get out of it
with
a troublesome mind
and a shattered heart.

09-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Viet, the weather, ahhhhhhhhhh Sydney.............it is already balmy in daylight, still chilly at night, and DRY.........I give thanks.............considering the weather worldwide...........
I pray for the wellbeing of our fellow humans enduring nature's 'gifts' to remind us of how powerless we really are..........the lions know.
Here's a weather image for you from my main street in beautiful, ritzy Mosman, just north of city centre, across the Harbour Bridge...........a recent photo.........
an Aboriginal name of the Whale..........The Aboriginals were our 'first' settlers 40,000 years ago!


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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

My dear friend Vivian. Thank you very much for your reply. You're lucky to live in Australia - a rich country with abundant natural resources. I love Aussies's romantic accent.

I’m poetically inspired by your comment "I pray for the well-being of our fellow humans enduring nature's 'gifts' to remind us of how powerless we really are..........the lions know.".




Pollution: How Would We Deal With It?

It’s up to us to take whatever best
for us and for our own lives.
no one would dare
challenge
us.

Why would they would care?
unless,
we’re
their loved ones.

So
go ahead
keep praying
if you truly believe in God,
who knows
He might help you cope with your own mess.
or
you
would do
whatever make you feel at ease
from the cluttered rubbish which we've dumped around our own home.

I myself believe
I’m the one
who has dug up my own hole
I
must
fill it up by myself
if I wanna get out of it.

It time for us to stop polluting:
the air we breathe,
the food we eat,
the water we drink,
the space we live in…

What the heck are we waiting for?
Let’s do it together
in our own way.
you pray;
I act.

10-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca

 

Peggy Collins

4 Years Ago

Katz
they have crazy eyes
that shine like devils in the dark
They leave their mark
on my innards
in ways i can't describe

Dogz
they have hopeful eyes
that beg you to love them
I never want to leave them
on this plane or the next
they are my favorites

papillon dog art

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



Nice to see you here, Peggy. Thank you for your poems: Kats and Dogs. . Victoria's sky is clearer, because we have got some rainfall in the at two days. I hope the wildfire smoke would have been cleared up in your area and you would breathe fresh air too.

 

Peggy Collins

4 Years Ago

Hi Viet. Yes, we got some rain yesterday finally and it might happen again today so the smoke has cleared away. We've had about three weeks of smokey skies here on the Sunshine Coast. We really need more rain though, don't we? I just went for a hike and the air is intoxicatingly fresh for a change.

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Viet, for your insightful response to me, and I think your words.............
"
Let’s do it together
in our own way.
you pray;
I act. "

should/could easily be the mantra for all humanity.

 

Kenneth Agnello

4 Years Ago

Viet,

My thought of the day is I am glad you are back with the thread...was wondering how it disappeared. Glad to see your return! Keep the writing and poetry a'coming.

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



Good evening EVERYONE.
Thank you very much Peggy, Vivian, and Ken. I appreciate your dialogues that make me feel connected to the outside world.

@ Peggy: Happy to hear that the air quality on your Sunshine Coast is much better now. In Victoria, the sun is back today and the atmosphere has becoming little bit murky by the end of the day. According to the local weather forecast, it'll be sunny in the next two weeks. Therefore, we may breathe the badly smokey air again.

@ Vivian: The world, we live in, has increasingly drifted apart. It is too far to build any bridge between the left and the right. Anyway, you and i won't be here to witness the doomsday of mankind. I think we'd better take the best of each day, don't you agree?

@ Ken: Nice to see your dropping by my thought-provoking artist. The past has gone, wouldn't it be better to leave it alone? In addition, it seems impossible to predict what would be in the future. Let's celebrate this instant moment, my friend.

Enjoy a restful evening,

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Good advice, Viet......thank you.
I'm glad to see Kenneth back, too.

 

Karen Newell

4 Years Ago

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Embracing a Dream

I met her
in a dream
last night
where
our hearts
began to heal.

A sacred needle
of peace
strung
with infinite love
patiently began to sew
the scars
of our long separation.

Karen Newell
9/11/17

 

Marlene Burns

4 Years Ago

MY only contribution to this thread will be to sit back and luxuriate in your words, Viet, that scream across miles with such quiet truth.....

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago


Good morning all. Thank you Vivian, Karen, and Marlene. Your conversations have given me a good feeling of having human touch with you.

@ Vivian: Go with your comfy flow, my friend. Don't take my lousy advise, otherwise you might end up in a ditch -lol.

@ Karen: Long time no contact. Interesting to read your nice poem and viewing your new artwork. I hope to read more.

@ Marlene: You're a very talented artist. Each time, you drop by, you inspire me by your creativity. It makes me think of how I could bring my poetry to your creative level.

A Note to my friend Ed Meredith: I hope you are safe and sound while Irma is pounding on Florida. Take care, Ed.

Enjoy your day, my friend

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



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True Love Has No Sex

She is very attractive,
Her eyes are in deep blue
as the color of a mystic sky
in
one of van Gogh’s paintings.

Her gentle nature makes her
a perfect female
the best dream
of
every man.
He feels very relaxed in his trouble-free time with her.

Unlike his former relationship with other females,
he falls in love with her
purely
from his heart
without any sexual desire attached.

He enjoys putting her on his lap,
running his fingers through her hair
to sense the softness on her neck
while
listening to her moan
of purring in orgasm…

After going through hell from different failed relationships,
he has totally lost trust in women
in general.
so
he can only rely on her
he has never considered her as a pet
but a trustworthy companion for the rest of his life


11-09-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Tran
www.papercollage.ca

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Jim Taylor

4 Years Ago

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Late Bus

I saw you waiting for that bus
the one that is always late
in between a dream

you looked so patient
as you let the wind caress your hair
I thought I heard some tires moan
or maybe the breeze through the trees

I hope your safe in the night
on that bench alone
hoping your bus arrives soon
under an old street lamp like moon

Jim Taylor 9/10/2017

 

VIVA Anderson

11 Days Ago

Wonderful! Poetry, camaraderie! Soaring!!👏

 

Viet Tran

11 Days Ago

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Dodoitsu

foul smell o rotten seaweed
sound of waves in salty air
on calm beach in evening
she and her dog walk

Thao Chuong
9-9-2021

 

Ed Meredith

11 Days Ago

WOW WOW ZOWIE!!!

What a great choice to collaborate with Kenneth , you have outdone yourself my friend.
This book will take some time to read - digest...370 pages.
I love Kenneth's art, it's powerfully raw and visceral with formidable narratives. .

Your preface is kickass. Congratulation on another successful collaboration and book. .


Where's the discount coupon... lol

 

Ed Meredith

10 Days Ago

oops
I got so excited ... I double clicked lol

 

Ed Meredith

10 Days Ago

bump

Here's the link to view Poet Thao Chuong (Viet Tran) and Artist Kenneth Agnello's new collaborative book; Man Creates His Own Hell

Viet has written and produced another winner. .
Treat yourself and have a look,

https://www.blurb.com/b/10846458-man-creates-his-own-hell


 

Ed Meredith

10 Days Ago

Because tomorrow is the twentieth anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center and the USA , 9/11.
i've been reminiscing about that days and the months that followed.
the sounds
the smell
the people.
I was living in New York City on 9/11
watched it happen
watched it change
watched us change

And in the midsts of my rambling thoughts
my mind turned to previous years and days in the City
and how it use to be.
Like in......


Times Square

back in the day before the Disneyfication
Times Square was a dark and notorious place
girlie shows
drug addicts dealers
pimps hookers
tough guys
bad guys
pimply faced sailors trying to get laid
lurkers and hustlers galore
just to name a few

some New Yorkers went to Times Square for the danger
the excitement
to be frightened out of their wits
to be scared as hell
to shit in their pants
fearing that they would be murdered in Times Square
...it was fun

now days
those same New Yorkers
who went there to be murdered
say they wouldn't be Caught Dead in Times Square


edmeredith
9/10/2021


 

Viet Tran

10 Days Ago

Thank you very much for your promotion of the book, my friend Ed.
Blurb's base price is too expensive to order a hardcopy (CAN $229.99 about US$ 180.00 without any surge of the author). Neither Kenneth Agnello nor I have yet order a copy. I don't mind because I have the original electronic version.


Here a poem of mine, I wrote at the beginning of the pandemic in March, 2020



Hey! Man's Doomsday

mankind has a wild dream of discovering the immense universe
his wishy-washy desire for finding another inhabitable planet
is
purely
a psychological bubble
that serves no purpose
other than his fantasy
of an extension
for
his survival
in the long future

it doesn’t matter much in the end
whatever it is made of or made from
every bubble
must be
burst

it sounds somewhat scientifically silly
he doesn’t know much
about
the planet earth
on which he lives
he has been gradually trashing his lovely nest
what the heck would he wanna achieve on his long journey of discovery?

modern man practically is the most disastrous virus
that has been infesting his living environment
he isn’t humble enough
to pay
any respect
to mother nature

in the end, he tumbles down
his bubble bursts
modern man will cease his existence.
like dinosaur in the far past

God must be fed up
He sigh and exclaim:
“oh no
even with my almighty power
nothing I could do to save sinful mankind”
He offer no salvation
He shake His head
finish His drink
then go back to sleep as usual

after waking up from His nap,
God might feel bored to live
alone
by Himself
in His vast heaven.
He have neither time nor patience
to wait
millions of years
for Darwin’s long evolution process 

ah, my born-again Christian friends
keep your frantic payers
God may eventually listen to you
He'd create brand new Adam and Eve
by then homo sapiens would freely roam
on planet earth again
ah men
amen

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
Edited version 9-9-2021

 

Ken Walker

9 Days Ago

So glad I found you my friend! Thanks for the inspiration. I mostly write short stories with my art (thanks to my artistic mother and father, You and Viv), but I did dabble a bit with this one:

Canvas Art

"Through parted gales she waits
Steady on to her I come

Memories of her my treasure
She waits to be found

Dark skies to prevail she waits
Steady on to her I come

Death cannot keep her from me
She waits to be found" -Ken Walker


"This painting was perhaps the most personal and intimate of all the work I've ever done up until this moment. This is a portrait of my late wife at our wedding. It's those moments during the wedding ceremony that I remember her there, standing as a beautiful statue of white looking at me, waiting for my words of love, of acceptance, of affirmation of a life we would live together, though tragically short: Just 2 words, "I DO!" Now, it is the memory of her that I hold onto and cherish as the greatest treasure. As memories stir, I go to her there, where time is resurrected, and I know each time I will be with her again as "She Waits" for me.

 

Viet Tran

9 Days Ago



To my friend Ken Walker: Thank you very much for sharing your awesome art and story. Have you recently written any song?

 

Viet Tran

9 Days Ago

My echo to Ed's though and poem on 9-11 attacks


Twenty Years After 9/11 Attacks

sudden attacks of 9-11 (nine-eleven)
on American soil
were
a nine-one-one
(9-1-1) wakeup call
it reminded everyone in the West
no nation was immune to terrorism
no place was safely secured
even
right inside
the heart of capitalism

chaotic scenes
and upsetting images
were broadcast around the world
of
Twin Towers
in flame and smoke
collapsed to ground
and crumbled to dust
victims being on fire
desperately leaping from the buildings

unlike the conventional form of personal suicide attacks
this group coordinating aircraft hijackings created
more
serious casualty
devastating damages
nearly three thousand deaths
about twenty-five thousand injured
victims from different nations and cultures
New York City and America were in economic dips
the word experienced an economic recession

9/11 attacks
have
socially,
culturally
politically,
religiously,
and militarily,
changed the world,
and had negative impacts
on our way of living, travelling, and dealing with each other

the small group of suicide terrorists drove
some unfathomable dents
into
her high pride
and her fascinating patriotism
their sudden attacks have somewhat created
a psychologically never-healing wound
on the America’s deep
psyche


on the other hand, the tragedy gravely backfired on terrorism
since, the attackers officially provided
the United States of America
with a free ticket
she could officially send her almighty troops
to wherever
needed
at her own will and discretion
for her survival
right
of self-defense
of America’s interests and of her citizens

twenty years have passed since the 9/11 attacks
America has conducted
endless battles
in
her so-called war
of antiterrorism without border

regrettably, 9/11 attacks have continuously created
agonizing hardships and unbearable sufferings
for
the Arab world
and for human beings in general
in
Iraq,
Afghanistan.
and different regions in the Middle East
villages charred, crops destroyed, homes burnt
hundred thousand lives lost and injured
destructions, sufferings, casualties,
millions of displaced people and refugees

would someday in the future
mankind find a way
to live in harmony
with
each other?
or is peace just a piped dream
of which man can ever achieve?


Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9/11/2021

 

Ken Walker

9 Days Ago

More art. More stories. More songs. Yes - but not a lot of playing music of late compared to art. I write always, some I record to work our later.

I wonder if other artists here write short stories like I do. Don't think I have the knack quite for poetry.

 

Viet Tran

9 Days Ago


Thank you Ken. It's nice that you have kept writing stories and composing songs. I am wondering whether it's possible that you share some of songs which you or your friends sang and self-recorded at home? Enjoy a good time.

 

Ken Walker

9 Days Ago

See what I have. Not too many good recordings that would be good here. We'll see 🤔

 

Ken Walker

8 Days Ago

Viet, if you see this. I created a discussion, like yours, tying art with short stories. Lots of views, one taker. Perhaps more poets on FAA? See this:

She lay discarded, no longer seen, a memory now. This was the final act of a life in pursuit of something beyond the wall. Thoughts of how she got here raged in the forefront of her mind. But this is the remnant of insanity, is it not? A life unchanged yet believing each day would be different. A life she once lived behind the safety of the wall. She had done this to herself. Let death take her, if that was her wish for she knew that nothing left of her could remain. This trash heap was her awakening.

Through the haze of fear and doubt, she gazed across the horizon. There in the distance, a mirage came into view: Dark figures grounded like ancient redwoods after a blaze, darkened by the touch of heat and smoke, but defiantly resolute. There was no other option left but to move forward toward the unknown. But the blackened shapes did not disappear as she believed they would but came into sharper view as she made each step further from the wall.

Closer she approached. She had not noticed the wall was all but gone from view now. She had not noticed the pieces of what she once was, scattered behind her, wounds that she no longer needed to wear. Closer still.

“Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you!” The tall redwood approached her with open arms. “We’re sorry we could not come for you. But you must make the journey here alone. You’re first step. Rest assured the path onward we take together.”

She turned her head back towards the path she had taken. No wall. Whatever tragedy lay behind them no longer existed for her. Here there were no walls to imprison her. Here there was only the steps she would make. And she would make this journey forward, but not alone, each day new. She now understood real hope existed in this: What I am today is not who I am tomorrow. She was free. She was home.

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Kevin Callahan

6 Days Ago

Ken, I write a lot of short stories. I've put a few up here on FAA in the past. This is a couple of years old so I drug it out for the season, though it is still in the high 80s here.

When the Bill Comes Due

I observe few sights more somber
than the lone grasshopper in Fall
kicking feebly along the path

Having played away his summer days
companions all departed into the ether
consumed by birds or ants

The ants all gone underground
where they shelter with their food
to await the coming winter

Our lone hopper only a few feeble leaps left
must trust its progeny will emerge in due course
to continue the cycle of life

 

Ken Walker

6 Days Ago

Kevin was there art attached to this, just curious. Check out the discussion there, might inspire you.

 

Ken Walker

6 Days Ago

Viet. Ok, here is my attempt at something a bit more advanced. Let the cymbals fly as they may (VIVA wink)

"Wait For The Dawn"



Time,
son-of-a-bitch, relentless
Constant pursuit, move forward
consequences
Be dammed. No extensions.
No takebacks. Hell!
Pleasure grasped?
Express train for Time
Suffering? Each second
Weighed and measured
Time, up in your business
Contemptuous bastard!
But, Belay
quick judgment
My friend, Time
Ebbs, Flows, its power
Blessing or ill, the power
Free will. We are not victims
This story framed
each moment, the artist
Dark and the light
Masterpiece of tension
Resolve
Power of Hope
Time fails, Hope urges
Time to walk together
The healing we need
When fear of night
Grips our resolve, Hope
Time, urged forward
Call up the dawn
This we wait
Each day, yet
This too shall pass.
Time will finally
End. The day
Done. A new dawn
Awaits us, my Friend
Wait for the Dawn




 

Ed Meredith

5 Days Ago

Speaking of time…
Ken you have shaken loose a thought...


"Time is Now"

time is the future
time is the past
no time like the present
where i was last
where I am still
i'm here i think
therefore i'm gone
into the past
where I shouldn’t be
where i don't belong
lost in the behind
of things to come
a comfort to many
hell for some
now is the moment
to forget about time
be in the present
or commit the crime
of biding time with time that binds
time and time and time again


edmeredith
now

 

Kevin Callahan

4 Days Ago

Ken, yes, the was art attached. A photo of a single grasshopper, but the image is not posted on FAA. Time does set one wondering and writing. This one is an oldie of mine...

Time Passes

I unwrap a new bar of soap
and set it on the shower shelf
next to the full bottle of shampoo
and super-sized tube of toothpaste.

They all hold such promise
of permanence
but inexorably
day
by
day
they dwindle

Until there is but a
dollop
a
drip
a
sliver

It seems to me that with
less hair and
fewer teeth
and an expanding belly to scrub
that the
soap
should go first.

It is
one of
Life’s
many
mysteries

God?
are you
listening?

 

Viet Tran

4 Days Ago



Thank you very much Ken, Ed, and Kevin for the awesomely smooth flow of poetry and art. I really enjoy your moment.


my thought echoed from your flow.



Is God the Heartless Satan or the Son of a Bitch?

over two point five billion Christians around the world
especially those faithful devotees
live in poor countries
from Asia
Africa
Latin America
or in war-torn nations
from the troublesome Middle East
they send trillions of their prayers everyday
since they are in vital need
of
sacred power
and God is their only hope
of
receiving
the magic help
to sort out their own problems
and primarily to get rid of their unbearable sufferings.

while the holy rite would give them the faith
that eases their instant stress
as those believers are
in urgent need
of
help
prayers virtually do nothing
to change their current situations
they make no difference in believers’ vulnerable lives
they offer no relief for these hopeless sufferers

if there is actually an almighty God as in Christianity’s faith
the so-called God must have effectively helped
billions
of Christians
ease their daily griefs
cease their lengthy sufferings
and make their lives a little bit better

not much help has been unquestionably offered so far
i would say
if God is really in existence
either must he be deaf
or should he be merciless
he’d be sleeping
he’d be drunken
he’d be extremely busy
of having lots of fun
in
making love
or masturbating

spiritual extremists around the world
predominantly born-again Christians
in the US of A
must be mad at me
they’d strongly indicate my silly suppositions
as obvious evidence
of
an offense
against their constitutional right
(specifically their religion and their holy God)

go ahead
do whatever you wanna do
i really don’t care
of
being
taken to court
accused of being an atheist
called a socialist or a communist

keep your legitimate right to exercise your faith
and your lawful right to sue me accordingly
no way
you cannot force me
as i’d never change my mind
and my thought of your Holy Father

God
to me
is a heartless Satan
a holy psycho or religiously a son of a bitch

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9-16-2021

 

Kevin Callahan

3 Days Ago

Viet, you expressed yourself quite forcefully and with eloquence. Here is my take on prayers wafted to the sky:

Another Sunday Morning

Golden leaves
rain down in the silver,
Sunday sunlight

Hymns waft softly
from the church
next door

I am in my own
cathedral of
grass and leaves

I say a prayer that
GOD will move
these leaves

As is often the case
I find that I am
his instrument

 

Viet Tran

3 Days Ago

thanks for sharing an awesome poem. my silly thought has been followed Kevin on the path of prayers

dear readers
warning: if you don't enjoy provoking poetry in practice. please stop here. don't to any further. no need to read it



Man is Often in Need of God
It's Why Christianity on the Rise

human frequently believes it’s him
he
himself
not anyone else
could control his entire life

he must be the only one
who is totally in charge of his destiny
and must drive his fate
toward
his desired direction
on the living freeway

whenever he loses the confidence
in
himself
of handing
his own business
and he couldn’t get the help
he‘s in need
of
from the people he knows
(including his loved ones, his best friends, his colleagues
and those so-called experts in different professional fields)
he feels as if he’s falling right into a mess
of his own
shit
he’s buried deep
in unfathomable distresses
as he totally gets lost in a labyrinth of confusion
he feels trapped and impossible to get himself out

it’s somehow very religiously ironic
in such desperate cases
human always dreams
of
a holy spirit
somewhere in the sky
way too high above his head
on whom he could rely for his mental salvage

it enables atheists to comprehend the faith-in-God
and the so-called unscientifically praying rituals
but most essentially it helps explain
and the current trend
of
a sharp increase
in religious conversion into Christianity.
God is likely a psychological solution
and a quick response
to the urgent need
of
getting rid of
both daily and longtime sufferings
for low-classed and not well-educated people
those who live in many poor countries
and war-torn nations around the world

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
09-17-2021

 

Viet Tran

3 Days Ago


An echo to Skip Hunt's Image on Climate
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Tanka on Climate Change

our house is on fire
nature cannot take no more
man’s boundless abuse
for all beings’ survival
we must act before too late

Thao Chuong (9-17-2021)

 

Ken Walker

3 Days Ago

This is an allegory on addiction:

Greeting the day, I come here at the top of the mountain to soak in your beauty,
something so unattainable.
I should scanter away to the safety of covering, but I endure the passion,
the heat of you,
Blinded I’ve become by your gaze. You touch my skin, I feel your wrath,
but I cannot look away.
A mist, a vapor that only night’s embrace can heal is all that is left of me.
But tomorrow will be different
Greeting the day, I come here at the top of the mountain to soak in your beauty,
something so unattainable.
I should scanter away to the safety of covering, but I am insane.
Tomorrow does not come
I am the sun, and she is me. Then how can we ever part?
I am alone.
Greeting the day, I come here at the top of the mountain to soak in your beauty,
Something so unattainable.
I should scanter away to the safety of covering, but I am dead.
Ice. No more.





Canvas Art

 

Jim Taylor

2 Days Ago

Bamboo scratch

Bamboo back scratcher
I have one in every room
Looks like a slender arm
With a hand fixed in scratching mode
Feels like the hand of God
Best thing that ever came from China
Probably one of the first things imported
And most useful
For a dollar
You are set for life
With itchy back remediated
I’m not a dog with long hind legs
With those long dog toe nails
Although if you use it on a dog
He will melt
And come back for more

James 9- 18 21

 

Viet Tran

1 Day Ago

Thank you Ken and Jim. Both poems have brought lots of thought to my mind


Here is my echo to Ken's poem "an allegory on addiction"


Mankind’s Damn Addiction

mankind is addicted
one way or another
to
what
he wants
(a selfish desire for ownership)
not to what he essentially needs for his living

he often spends most his time
not
to live
in happiness
or in harmony with
other beings and nature

human habitually does everything he could
including mass-murdering
exploiting mother nature
destroying his own living refuge
he commits those dreadful evils
to achieve his fancy dream of
getting more and more
authority
money
glory
sex
and other stuffs

possession is kinda man’s
most serious
addiction
that leads to millions of deaths per year
it has also seriously wrecked
all living beings’ habitat
our only beloved
mother
earth

it is worse than any substance abuse
which is socially blamed
for endless loss
of lives
of many addicts'
(mainly the homeless
and people with mental disability)

a man must be somewhat satisfied
when he feels
he has achieved all what
he always dreams of
and craves for
in life

what heck does a society expect him to do anything against his will
why the hell does anyone else tell him
whether he should do it or not

he is neither a billionaire
on his own luxury yacht
surrounded
by
prettily sexy girls
nor he is a celebrity with millions of fans

he ain’t on the top of the world
in fact he often sleeps
in the open air
on park benches
or on pavements
of downtown side streets

he enjoys sitting on garbage-strewn ground
at a corner of filthy alleys in any Chinatown
he puts his back
against a urinated wall
full of hand-drawings and annoying poetry

whenever he gets high
he feels great of himself and of the world
he becomes absolutely free
like
a bird
flying into infinite sky
and happy as a dog without flea

the overwhelming instant
provides him
with
a splendid feeling
of transforming into a superbeing
or kinda
an almighty god
with an absolute power of boundless imagination

between the two chronic addicts
oh substance abuse
the homeless
that kills himself
for his own ecstasy
and the emperor
that mercilessly murders others
for his own power and possession of more territories

which one
is
the more destructive man

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9-19-2021

 

Douglas Brown

1 Day Ago


It breaks,
It cracks,
It opens up,
It can do so much,
with your human touch.

It’s a response,
an impulse,
look in the mirror,
see one now.

A pick me up,
a blessing to feel,
it’s simply a smile,
so share one now.

 

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