Best Lai Poems

~ Each Day ~
( Lai )


The Lord is best friend
Broken hearts can mend
Each day
His ear to us lend
His love always send
All way
His love has no...

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Against communist Vietnam a war was waged 
For almost twenty years fierce fighting raged 
The French came first then the U. S. arrived
Communism had grown...

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Prancing through the fields
Golden sunrays yield;
Raindrops…
Fall from the grayed ceil,
Cloudy teardrops wield,
Pained crops…
Soon to be fulfilled,
Nourished and then tilled;
Good Marks!...

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30,000 Lt. Calleys - LEST WE FORGET
The My Lai Massacre - 1968
There's a sound in the dark
of a shot to its' mark
and it's ended a...

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March 16, 1968 Viet Nam
    30,000 Lt. Calleys
There's a sound in the dark
of a shot to its' mark
and it's ended a dream...

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~Morning Salutation~ 
(Lai) 


Sunr'se softly soars in 
Greets all with a grin 
Bells rings 
Folks get out, go in 
The suns a tad din 
Kids...

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Pa!   the soldier come! with 
gum and money and big big fun!
they like my aoi dai (dress) and
long black hair, 

Pa! I meet...

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Although I'm little distant, I love you on this day
Because I love you more than I did yesterday 
Come lay with me on today
Don't hesitate...

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The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This...

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Kalamatsch

As a kid I played with mud in pouring rain
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Led down from the tower
Head high and hands bound
Blindfold declined against the wall
Black square pinned to his heart
His eyes afire and shining
And he sang...

He sang...

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The Mourning Morning 100 and 50 Years On

Robert Graves lies in Wilfried Owen’s grave ponders the War
to end all Wars that continue  with nothing...

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All Round River and waterfall
Land of the harvest,
This is our village
Betelnut and betel's garden.
Home home the granary
Haystack and cowherd,
This is our village
Magw Bwisagu cheerfully and...

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Goes in hot. Comes out hot.
But this may be more than the casual student
Will want to know.

Mom’s grinding chilies for me in Modesto.
Red, green, a...

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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS



White America hates me (as well as most of the world)...BUT JANINE HOOPS 
(TURNER) HAS...

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