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Viet Tran

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year Ago

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

 

Bill Tomsa

1 Year Ago

Thank you my friend and same to you.

 

VIVA Anderson

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year Ago

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

 

Karen Newell

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

1 Year 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

 

Viet Tran

12 Days Ago

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Money and Love

I know money can’t buy love
but if I could use money to help someone in need
to pay her food,
to pay her bills,
to buy her gifts,
to buy her flowers,
to take her out to dinners, and so on.

nothing wrong to do it from my love for her without asking anything in return
eventually she might not but she might think I am a good guy and she falls in love with me
ain’t it the way I use money to buy love.

I had no money
I had to live from hand to mouth
impossible for me to for my basic survivals
how could I help the one I loved who was in need

without money,
what would a man do to help the one(s) he loves?

money isn't a problem
don't blame it
how to earn and to use the money
that make you a master or a slave of it.


Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
01-05-2019

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
01-05-2019

 

VIVA Anderson

12 Days Ago

Thank you, Viet. I'm honoured....that my soul-speak Art inspires your wise,thoughtful,caring , unique
beautiful, words.....I need to think more on all your sage insights, and reply, when calm.

 

Viet Tran

12 Days Ago

Thank you for your conversation, my friend Vivian. I feel too lonely to talk to myself alone - lol. Have a restful evening.



Where Are You?
What Have Happened to My Cyber-friends

it’s here
it’s hot and smells fresh
exactly like a piece of cake just taken out of the oven
two thousand nineteen has arrived to offer mankind another interesting year.

I am wondering what happened to those artists and poets -
those friends of mine on-line,
who used to drop by
to share your arts and your poetry
your likes
your hates
or your sundry thoughts of the day.

which ones of you have been lost and buried deep in the labyrinths of time?
which ones of you are still kicking well alive?
if you’re the lucky ones
and you happen to read those lines
please drop by
to say hi
and share a laugh
like the good old days.
unless, you’re too tired to move your butt up –lol.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
01-05-2019

 

Viet Tran

11 Days Ago


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Description: What makes us so different is what makes so alike.
We are one, after all, you and I. Together we suffer, together exist, and forever will recreate each other.

� Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


Oneness
we’re divided and drifted apart from each other
our mind is fully occupied
by the concept of dualism
you – I
he- she
love –hate
day -night
black - white
wrong-right…

empty the mind;
clear the heart;
purify the soul ;
by getting rid
of
the two opposite ends:
hate and love;
war and peace,
etc.
then merge into oneness.

the earth would become god’s paradise again.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
01-06-2019

 

Danl Art

11 Days Ago

joined at birth
separated in life
always one

 

VIVA Anderson

11 Days Ago

Viet, with this,your thought about my Money/Love image, I have to say, this issue has struck a chord with me for so long, now.
Because, I've encountered some who do live so close to the ground, with so little, and I think about the implications of that
state of life......not so much being 'poor', but for me, the thought is about 'choosing to be poor' and to live off others truly
believing it's ok to do that, not just on welfare, but mentally averse to improving their financial situation by any means
possible..........that's what gets to me........and those who do so, upset me. I just cannot understand how they choose to
rely on others and do nothing to help themselves. Anyway.....there's where I'm at, about money love, love of money.....
maybe money really is the root of all evil.................................hence, my image.

quote:Viet.................................................

"money isn't a problem
don't blame it
how to earn and to use the money
that make you a master or a slave of it. "

..........

 

VIVA Anderson

11 Days Ago

Viet, re your beautiful response to my Hands photo, and your wisdom.......about 'couples'....

I, now, after over 55 yrs as a couple, can joyously agree with you about these, your thoughts....

and about 'being in love' .... how that changes away from being in love, romantically?,IDK, but
that love after so long together is still being in love, yes, but, so much more.....as you say......


"the longer we’ve been in love;
the older we’re together;
the better understandings of each other, we have
the more attached, we are than ever before
now,
we’re much mature
we ‘re reaching the inner-self of our soul mate "

Thank you again, my Friend, for being moved to write your thoughts in response to my work.
I am honoured............

................

 

Maria Disley

11 Days Ago

It roared and I obeyed like the child I am.

Bang! went the car door
I stood there in the sea breeze
behind the sandhills
surprised by the roar of the ocean
chasing around the car park
Shouting me, daring me
I slid the undulations of the tufted sandhills onto the lens of my eyes
my brain sucked in the view with its magnificent mirrors
and threw back visions of a past time,
Ainsdale...
My mother in a green lurex dress
my father shirtless for summer
but still polished shoes on his feet
but gladly no tie
his greying hair waving in the bright wind
"Hello!" it seemed to say, "We're here, you're safe, go and play"
I blinked away the memory
being lured by the sounds from behind the lumpy chunks of soft sugary sand
I followed the grainy uneven path
where large ants carried things on their backs
I sunk my feet into the soft swallowing stuff...
it salted me with its gritty shifting
I loved it
sand
the beach
the images it surged
the sounds and smells.
My baggage; the camera, bag of towels and popcorn
felt heavy across my shoulder
as I reached the peak of the hill
my eyes rolled over the beige edge
a handglider hovered close above our heads
out came the camera!
Flip flops off!
Over and down I went feeling the grey washed out boards under my feet, warm and beautiful
I can't contain my smile, the pleasure of it all before my eyes
the roaring welcoming water
boisterously spitting white bubbles in a white horizontal broderie anglaise hem
throwing surfers out as soon as they thought they were in.
I could hardly hear myself think
I was on the brink of running in and never turning back
that scared me from even trying
instead I shook out the towel
and plonked myself down
The sun's warm arms,an invitation to be embraced, motherly, fatherly, familiarly
I reclined in its care
til the sand flies bit!
Shadows were strewn across the hazy light by cumulus clouds
shrinking and stretching
across the dry, and the damp, and the wet
and the silver, across the sea's blues and greens crashing on forever!.
Across our faces
being stuffed with handfuls of popcorn,
across our sunnies reflecting a shielded darker scene.
We baked for a bit, between taking photographs, reminiscing, absorbing the moment, me racing up the hills
being a child, almost wild, smacking the sand flies for stinging...
getting breathless,
just feeling
alive...

Maria Disley 7/1/2018

 

VIVA Anderson

11 Days Ago

Never change, dear Maria.........your 'child' is our gift of sight,gift of remembrance,gift of freedom. Thank you.
I love your memories, as they were,as they LIVE again now.

 

Viet Tran

11 Days Ago

@ Danl: Thanks for sharing your thought. I appreciate your on-going support to this art and peotey thread. You’ ve been one of the main forces that keeps pushing this thread whenever it gets stuck at the parking-gear –lol.

@ Vivian: You’re a good friend of mine and the one who has drawn me back to this site when I lost my interest in art and poetry. It was you who encouraged me to keep writing.

@ Maria: Wow...wow...wow...it’s an amazingly amazing poem. You’ve brought back the best moment of your moments in the past. It’s the best poem that I’ve read so far about childhood

 

VIVA Anderson

11 Days Ago

Thank you, Viet..........we go back a long time,shared most everything,and good you're back.....!

 

Lisa Kaiser

11 Days Ago

I am not thoughtful,

but lazy, glutonous and full;

Lacking in control,

I want for nothing;

I am not moral,

But raw with lust and dream,

Lacking in love,

I manipulate others...and brag.

I am all that.

I am headed towards death,

But am unaware.

Lacking in the knowledge of futures before me,

I am confident of tomorrow.

 

VIVA Anderson

11 Days Ago

Lisa....THAT is not ! a self-portrait......of whom, do you speak? ,
Shocking.!

 

Jim Taylor

11 Days Ago

Rainy day spider


I spied a spider by the light switch cover
I’ll let him be
his long legs dangle a little confused
I didn’t take the count of eight
I think they’re all there though
must be waiting for small insects
or perhaps his future wife
I think they will live behind that switch cover
happily forever in their short lives

James 3/1/2018

 

Nana Gale Van

10 Days Ago

As an artist I also love to write music. Thought I'd use this opportunity to get some exposure to my "Living Water" release. Please type in following LINK on google to hear segments of album.. https://store.cdbaby.com/Artist/NanaGale . Hope you listen and God bless!

 

Maria Disley

10 Days Ago

ha ha Jim, the idea of living behind a light switch forever! A possibility for a spider, so many different existences for us creatures :)) For some reason.
Thanks Viet and Vivian, I was visiting St Andrews beach not far from us, but am paying for it with big red itchy welts on my legs that gave me a sleepless night, hoping the severity will quieten down today. But it was worth it, the scene, the memories, the writing inspired from it, anyway Viet called for us to come hither so I obeyed :)))) does that make him like the roaring sea???:))

 

Maria Disley

10 Days Ago



Oh Ocean
You know I can't resist your roar
All sound and calm, at once
All nature's voice
waving over the world
your wiseness untold, unfurled.
You whirl within us
from whence we came
from where began us
All sea. The same.

Maria Disley

 

Viet Tran

10 Days Ago

@ Lisa: Thanks for sharing you poem.

@ Vivian: I've known some celebrities who are like the ones in Lisa's poem. I could find some of mine in that too.

@ Jim: a house-spider can live up to three years. There won't be enough room behind the light switch over, for their colony to reside. You house will be covered by webs within a couple of months.

@ Nana Gale Van: Thanks for sharing your music

@ Maria: Thanks for the new poem.

 

Viet Tran

9 Days Ago

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You Light Up My Life - Dedicated

You Light Up My Life, photo,with romantic,beautiful candle and gorgeous fabric backdrop, by VIVA Anderson, is my dedication to all romantics,and to add to forum discussion "Lights". I've kept to my fav black-white,but saved the flame....of course.

"You Are My Light".......anon 2017.

Dedicated.

"Why does it always rain on me."
anon 2018.


"Candle In The Wind" excerpt

"And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in."

Songwriters: Elton John, Bernie Taupin
Candle In The Wind lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

by VIVA Anderson





Strange Encounter at a Bus Shelter

the weather was miserable
it rained hard
it was getting dark
it was cold
wind blew chill against my neck
I pulled the coat up to cover my ears
then put my hands inside two thick pockets to warm myself up.

besides me
inside the narrow bus shelter
a young couple in their early twenties
they talked
they laughed
they jiggled
they kissed each other
right in front of my eyes
as if no one around
and they were in a no man-land.

I wasn’t blind
I wasn’t deaf
so I saw the short clip of this romance movie
unexpectedly
at no cost

his hands ran under her clothes
I heard her saying
“honey
hold me tight
you light up my life;
you brighten my heart;”.

their romance did make me feel bad about myself
a lonely old chap
who was at the wrong time,
in wrong place,
under terrible weather

alas, it last around fifteen minutes
then the next bus arrived
I found warm and happy on a cozy seat.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
01-07-2019

 

VIVA Anderson

9 Days Ago

Viet, I enjoyed your thoughts,and,your response / finale........

"alas, it last around fifteen minutes
then the next bus arrived
I found warm and happy on a cozy seat.''

You've got the right perspective! Fifteen minutes of love,fame,whatever.......that's great,
but best of all..........

the next bus arrives, taking one symbolically, into the next 15 minutes, of.......life itself.
that's the best outcome.
"Never look back", say I .

 

Viet Tran

9 Days Ago


Ah, Vivian. Time is very psychological. Fifteen minutes for an old guy to wait in the cold was too long to cope with. But for the young couple enjoying love was much faster than a blink of an eye -lol.

 

Viet Tran

8 Days Ago

The American Closed Business

During the regular hours of work;
on weekdays,
I elbow through the crowd;
’til I reach his store.
I see a big sign on the front-door:
“Closed
Go get money for new walls”.

I wonder when he would come back
to reopen his business as usual.
his starving employees are waiting for their paycheque.
they’re likely in desperate hope
of
him
dropping by the bank on the way back,
bringing a huge stack of money,
to pay their salaries
in
time
for this month.

Alas,
what’s a total mess!
‘tis not the first time, his famous store is temporarily closed
as an amateurish manager
who has been
ad
infinitum
turning this most popular shop in the West upside down.

His aggressive attitude has pissed off many people:
his own staff – one after another
has jumped
off
his leaky ship into cold water
and drifted all over on high seas.
his patrons around the world have been so fed up
with his abusive language
and also with his extreme
exploiting nature
of
which
he has proudly proclaimed as the Art of the Deal.

In addition, he believes he is genuine and everybody is faked,
he often claims full credit for whatever goes right
when something goes sour
he is furiously pointing
his middle finger
at everyone around
except himself
in an offensive mood.

Unfortunately, those reckless worshipers of his
who must share the same blame
for
rowdily encouraging him
on this dangerous passageway.
these types of unconditional supports
would certainly drive him faster
further down
onto
a one-way street
the so-called America First
also on the freeway of how to “Make America Great Again” with more money
but less democracy, lack of liberty, and zero toleration or compassion opposite to the nation’s forefathers.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

 

Maria Disley

8 Days Ago

Viet your bus poem made me smile, it was like a short film clip, us watching you watching them, watching you watching a snippet of your youth, and ours :)))))

 

Kevin Callahan

6 Days Ago

I've been reading everyone's good words and enjoying then immensely, Thank you. I've been working on this one for a while.

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Things I Told My Boys (A Roadmap)

Each person born into this world is presented a roadmap to the life they might live. Lines on their maps drawn by fathers, mothers, countless ancestors crossing generations and continents.
Lines drawn over lines, but not set in stone. It is your portion to either trod the known path or draw fresh lines on the map you receive.
When you (each) were born I told you, “I love you.”
I do.

Late at night, I sang to you “Eleanor Rigby,” over and over hoping you would remember.
You don’t.

When you reached for the shiny brass knob on the fireplace, I said, "Don’t! hot!"
Yet, charting your own course, you touched the glowing orb, burning your finger.
Then, when I said "hot!", you jumped. A new line on your map?

When you were off to school, I walked you to the bus the first day. After that, you walked yourselves. Each day I sent you off with the phrase, “you are handsome, and you are smart.”
You are.

I wanted to instill in you the best road map I know how.
But the map you chart can only be your map. Fresh lines drawn over old marks. A journey only you will forge. On trails, you choose to travel

I too was presented a roadmap by my father.
Dad drew a map that respected kindness to others, and toughness in one’s self. Largely it was a wonderful map. However, he walked paths I have chosen not to stay on. Those roads were, for me, a dead end.

Choose not to follow. Choose NOT to stay on a preordained path. Choices to follow, or not to follow, are essential to the future, you. The single self that can chart new roads, new byways, and highways, is you.

In the scheme of our own roadmap, decisions along the pathways of life often find us at a crossroads. Forward? Left? Right? It is each person's lot, to draw new lines or follow old ones.

What lines will you draw to create the roadmap of your journey?

 

Danl Art

4 Days Ago

I'm not lost....just busy creating today's history for the next 300 years

 

Danl Art

5 Hours Ago

An explosion
Windows shattered
People dead
Police maimed
Dogs barking
Piercing screams
Crimson streets
Muffled moans
Relics razed
Tearing eyes
Screeching sirens
Yellow vests

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Hours Ago

Yes.
Dark world now.
Cowards wear yellow.


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