She walks the streets she’s always known,
But feels a longing deep, alone.
A fire burns inside her chest,
To leave, to grow, to find what’s best.
Her heart beats fast when she thinks of far,
Of distant lights and shining stars.
A thousand questions fill her mind—
Will she be lost? Will she be kind?
She dreams of skies she’s never seen,
Of places wild, both calm and keen.
Though scared, she knows she must be brave,
To write her story, to misbehave.
Her roots run deep in desert lands,
But she reaches out with trembling hands.
A Moroccan girl with tears and hope,
Learning how to live, how to cope.
She’ll carry home inside her soul,
While chasing dreams that make her whole.
They brought us 20 dollars
so we could live better
we spent 100
on feeding them
The best moment
When you heard appreciation
With your boss and see their happiness
But it's a saddest moment
Deep inside thinking of your children
And hoping you can cook for them too
Hoping that you make them happy
As you did for them
Of course there's always be a reason
That you’re doing it for them
Working a thousand miles away
Will not affect your relationship
And closeness with your boss while you're working.
My heart is happy
A letter came from abroad
From a name Pappy.
There is rumour..Speculation? that old clause
Has left this station..? And an earthly king is sickening
Is there poision.? Or just nothing? the world stage plays
Seem deserted?? Are their fortunes being introverted?
How about gatesy? Heard of him lately.?? Is scoros on
The way out.?? I'll like to beleive.' I'td be one good shout!
Are they picking off the gallery? Of devils spawn? Could
That be.? Well some are over eighty.' Trudeau won't get
Back again to fifty.' We know death is
Not a maybe.! God (will call in every sinner) for in hell
They'll not be winners.!!
Entrepreneurship
Businesses abroad
A family legacy
Children are called.
Real Estate, Restaurants
Commercial Investing, stores
Employees in the thousands
Much more.
Growth, Faith, a vision is planned.
New, coming soon in this beautiful land.
I feel cut off
from the world I wish
to reside in.
No walks
in the park with my sister
discussing literature
and men. No romanticism
from my mother.
The books my father read
were standard American
true crime.
I say not
Hogmanay, but when
I'm here, I imagine
walking like the others
with their fathers
or their brothers.
Does warmth
measured out
by greater transience
collect and spill?
Will my sister
understand?
I'll see her
at Christmas, a month
of my every year
for this crime
of existence.
Will love
grow warmer
as I'm missing him?
I think so.
I'm resilient.
I'll adjust.
I'm giving in.
My 20-year-old-son told me
he had chosen a new 'Study Abroad' program for next semester
He left me wondering ~
What was wrong with the broad he'd been studying this past semester?
(Groaning yet?)
The half moon shimmered wanly as she wrote
“Dearest, do you realize how much I miss you?
How long will your trip abroad take?
Here I am in empty rich, luxury mansion.
A hovel with you would have been better.
Or perhaps you do not love me anymore?”
Thus the letter arrived in my posh Rome hotel.
I could not help but let a lonely tear drop down
And smudge the words written there.
Why can’t I find the courage to write a full letter?
Only fragments have I written, not worth sending.
The show goes on and all around me were the so-called friends.
Yet I have none, absolutely none. One day I’ll disappear,
Leave Rome and go back to my home sweet home.
Dreams run wild
Can reach outside your home
Your view and your heart
Anything outside your home
May be full of expectations
And possibilities
Anything not in view
May be full of hopes
Anything outside your heart
May be more heartening
So you travel with your dreams
And your knapsack on your back
One day you may be back home
With extra happiness
Or with extra sadness
Of course no more dreams
You're back home once more
Once more you're your own self
Dreams abroad are always
For the young guys
But a home is always a dream land
For the oldies
Ruling out the old folks home
You will gradually understand
So, please hurry back home love
"They" miss you so
I saw a boy lost between worries and screams
His Thoughts running like water in streams
Said home he had Cupboards full of dreams
He sighed and said in loneliness I have always cried
I wondered why, I asked why.
He said he grew alone meeting his dad once a year
He said I met him 5 to 6 times in my teen
He promised every time to bring me things I never ha e seen
I wanted to stop him home and tell him I am not keen
Living abroad was his way to bring us up
Living abroad leaving the present for a future unknown.
At first, when he sidestepped the Queen,
A slight that the world had not seen,
We hung our heads low,
Embarrassed, although
Such faux pas have become quite routine.
But the meeting with Putin was worse
For it seemed, when the two would converse,
Someone looked like a chump
And, of course, it was Trump
Who makes things go from bad right to verse!
ABROAD
Sometimes I believe that you are my future of being abroad
You don't need to be praying for your God
Everything we plant today, doesn't need much of sod
There will be nothing to be worth of your applaud
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando October 1, 2016
Some people have no sense at all
Live abroad acting like fools
Not wanting to integrate
nor eating what the locals make
Only want to go get drunk
find an easy lay
So many idiots abroad
why can't they stay at home!
The one I love is far abroad…
Text messages are faithful pigeons to each other.
There’re times it’s hard to keyboard.
“Love you…” my hands don’t listen to me further.
The one I love is far abroad…
I cannot touch, can’t fondle her smooth skin.
An acute feeling’s cutting up my throat
While I’m swimming in a pool of dream.
The one I love is far abroad…
I realize, but can’t except this truth.
Day after day I’m getting odd,
Sometimes I want to howl like a wolf.
The one I love is far abroad…
I’m suffering, but it is possible to deal with.
You know that our life is hard and short.
Be brave to keep the one you wanna love or live with.
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