Written by
Lam Quang My |
The lightening tears the night – thunder rolls
Bans all coldness from the room
The smell of incense calls to childhood
Pulsating fire recalls the word “Mammy!”
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
Animal’s intros
Don’t need peoples,
Bang a drum or a gong,
The crowd comes along!
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
Add stars to summer
add frost to winter
add earthiness to spring
add evening plaits of smoke to winter
add a grain of love to me
add a pinch of charm to you
add dramatic songs to life
add just a little time for withering of love!
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
My space had three dimensions
too tight
And then I found the fourth
love without end
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
The last word is spoken by the sun
and the afterglow descends.
Sky blue settles on the river bed
Heavy from the longing lost to space
To come back screaming from the wood
Where one waits for an age.
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The last ray lies upon the slopes
Late bird calls brothers in vain
The line of the horizon spills to blackness
Against the blackdrop storks turn for their nests
Under shelter of darkness emboldened mountains
fall on their knees
Silence
Awaiting
For the night to melt.
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
The man who tore a slice of heaven
Heard a silent sky
And thought again
And dropped his hand…
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
I tire of stopping wings of summer
You the slow run down of autumn
No boats at anchor in the sea of eyes
The shade of clouds floats melancholy
Does something wait for us
Upon the far horizon…
Winter sits upon the long-drawn barricade
The stones ache under circled wheels
Breeze borne images of mountain thorn and timeless place
Far off singing soothes nostalgic soul
Does someone wait for anyone
Life passes on…
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
The grey asphalt road
Coated with white snow
Looks well
but people slip and fall
Smeared with sand
The road is safe
But sadly asks itself:
“Is this a change for the better?”
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
We swear – take not forbidden fruit
But still want paradise!
We pass our wondering years on earth
But knowing naught of life!
We miss the clod beneath our feet
While thought is flying high.
We thought – the heart turned into stone
But still will cry through nights!
Our gain is but a gift to all
But still we count our loss.
We know - life is the branched tree
Yet walk the traveled paths…
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Written by
Lam Quang My |
Evening spots of sun spill on the grass
Spilt feelings rest on poems
Moon rests on the ivory clouds
Kite rests on wind
Love without rest like the lost mass in space…
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