Best Nguyen Poems
Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,
devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
the friended, I exist without the mirth
and bliss of those born of more ample worth,
esteem, and prize,—O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most scarce friends, my books, and by my God,
and my most oft-read, soothing Poetry.
These things I treasure, honor, and so laud
with gratitude and thanks abundantly,
and so am glad like worms in blesséd sod.
**Nota Bene! Revised version immediately below of above sonnet:
Like an outcast despised, I flee the heath;
devoid of friend and mirth, I trek this earth
and dwell alone from the time of my birth
almost from my first draw of infant's breath.
Unloved, without the world's shared shibboleth,
I am the face of tragedy, when hearth
and friendship's company withhold their worth,
closeness, esteem, and trust until my death.
But I still am loved by dear family,
and by my Rose, a blesséd gift from God;
whom, along with my oft-read poetry,
I treasure, honor, and so highly laud.
Though forever estranged in this country,
I still thus am glad like a frail seed in sod.
© Ngoc M. Nguyen. All rights reserved. Updated 23 April 2023
Be a servant of God, lowly and modesty.
Open our hearts for others with love and service, sincerely.
Lord Christ Jesus is the shinning beacon of our journey.
Darkness is no longer in the face of Jesus’ love and mercy.
We seek to serve You, Oh Lord, and your dispersed children.
Take our whole lives and reign them with your heaven’s grace.
Anoint them with your eternal love and compassion.
Into unknown, we will embrace.
Deacon Joe Hung Nguyen
* B.O.L.D = Becoming Our Lord’s Disciple
In reprimand of Donald Anus Trump
(the Grand Old Party's best and choicest loser,
who sleazed and promised us he'll “drain the swamp”),
you live up to your name for there's none cruder
than you. And you behave like a male hussy
(who'd lay your daughter because she's a blonde peach),
and chirpily urge Bush to “grab [women] by
the pussy” (on video) in no figure of speech.
How to laud you our Commander-in-Chief;
when all you do is lie, distort, and threaten
your way out of the charge that you're a thief
(and fraud with whom Lord God has yet to reckon)?
And God help those children all at the border,
now dying by your executive order!
© 2019 Ngoc M. Nguyen...All Rights Reserved.
In a course changing wind
we were swept on a breeze
to the little blue house
neath the white almond trees.
Deciding to settle
the first time we looked,
a country lifestyle
had us totally hooked.
We gave up our dreams
through the decade we spent
accepting a lifetime
of still paying rent.
A rare opportunity
gave us a chance
to save up some cash
for the homeowners dance.
Over the course
of the next several years,
memories were made
full of laughter and tears.
The little blue house
had a comfortable way,
no telling just how long
we might want to stay.
Then several years older
we notice the time
and realize we still
have a mountain to climb.
Awaken the dream
of a place of our own
and deepen the roots
of the seeds we had sown.
With prayers and high hopes
we let our dreams fly
and found ourselves sailing
a bright Sonny sky.
There were just a few bumps
as we took a big chance
but with all overcome
we were ready to dance.
In a course changing wind
we were sept on a breeze
from the little blue house
neath the white almond trees,
to a settling place
we could now call our own,
a place we will now
and forever call home.
Thank you, Sonny Nguyen. We are deeply grateful and blessed.
Melancholy is hell;
it drains the life and soul.
But I survive to tell
you that I'm in control
of this dreadful disease—
with med's I got it beat!
So can you (if you please):
it's an achievable feat.
--Ngoc M. Nguyen, 29 December 2014
Nguyen was quite a linguist
She spoke
Chinese
Japanese
Taiwanese
Vietnamese &
Cantonese
But not Americanese ~
Couldn't bling helserf to say 'Prease'
*Dedicated to our dear friend Kathie Mendez
It has come to the end of the journey,
And the sun has set, my dear Kathie,
We love you and our hearts sink low,
We miss you and we pray for the soul,
Free like wandering wind in the meadow,
Like rolling cloud on the sky, alone.
We cry but we have to let you go.
For this is the journey planned by the Almighty,
The life destination and destiny,
For we all must take to home,
Like flowers blossom,
Fruit ripens,
In the obedience,
You are home, my dear Kathie, you are home,
Into God's loving arms.
We love you,
We miss you,
Our tears well up and our hearts gloom,
But we have to let you go,
Into God's eternal love and peace,
The Holy light shines upon you,
Rest in peace, my dear, you are home,
In the Kingdom of heaven
The Father, The Son and the Holy Spirit,
Amen!
Deacon Joe & Maria Nguyen
(March 27, 2019)
RECON
We push noisily through the brush
and then hear the challenging voices;
two grenades should pave our way
to make a charge while firing rifles.
Dusk preludes and we see the strobe
flashing of far too many muzzles;
Nguyen takes his hard slapping hit
I trip and fall weapon beneath me.
With no other choice the team retreats,
when too small to fight we tend to flee,
eight rifles won’t give much voice;
with these odds running is healthy.
Voices roam as NVA begin their search
chatting as they hunt for our bodies;
so very tense I try not to breathe
feeling their footsteps brush by me.
Poor Nguyen’s body they quickly find,
but they will need to search for more,
two grenades means more bodies;
with darkness their search turns futile.
Footsteps surround as I slip along
sliding silently on my stomach;
all through the night this is my flight
as I avoid becoming another statistic.
A bad walk like this in Vietnam
means I most likely would vanish;
unless I continued to strive and slide
suppress fear and commit to survive.
I got the power to be positive, and help make a change,
I shoot for the stars, even though their way out of my range,
I try to learn from my mistakes, and be a better person,
I limit my negativity, and try to turn off my cursing,
I'm a sixteen year old boy, who learn life lessons,
I think for myself, i don't need god and his blessings,
I believe in myself, people love me like I'm a celebrity,
I'm filled with pride, intelligence, and a lot of integrity,
I try my best everyday, to earn people's respect,
I'm misunderstood, but people's views of me i try to correct,
I am strong internally, i don't let haters break me,
I am LEE NGUYEN, love me or hate me.
If one day you don't kiss me anymore,
All the leaves and flowers are arid and die,
And the ocean has no waves dancing to the shore
There’s no rolling cloud in the blue sky
If one day you don't hug me anymore
This world will be washed away in hopeless,
My happiness is frozen like Arctic ice floes,
Life is very ungainly and meaningless.
If one day you don't look at me lovingly,
And don’t say sweet words of love to me,
I know my life is full of darkness,
And my soul is like gravel under the sea.
If one day you don't love me anymore,
The sun will die and the moon commits suicide,
This earth broke into thousands of pieces,
Is there any pieces left to bury my shattered life?
If one day you abandon my loving,
I know for sure my heart will stop beating.
Joe Hung Nguyen
(Khe Kinh Kha)
You are a sad person, you know?
Where's that unbending strength at?
Where's that unbreakable smile?
I'm the only one who understands how you feel.
Your smile was always shining.
But you lost yourself.
You made this sadness grow.
You tighten up your heart tight.
You just gave up your personallity to be someone your not.
My best friend
The one I chase.
Why did you vanish, without a trace.
Won't you come back?
Where did you go?
-Michael Nguyen
i ask myself where did i go
i look for the answer everywhere, hoping to know
i lost who i am and forgot the person i were
im taking ppl for granted and pretending like i care
i really do but this knew person just won't
what is this new skin that covers the surface of my old
it block the good and let out all that's needed to be told
i am a sad person and i has its hold
away ran my strength and now all that lingers is the cold
my morining smile is now a dull penny
all my needs are sacare and not plenty
-Brittany Burnett
Troops confidently led to Ong Thanh Stream
United States Companies B and D.
Watched as air strikes troubled the VC team.
Later found seventeen killed enemy.
Silver Star presented to Welch that day.
Captain Nguyen Van Lam set up ambush.
First Platoon reported trees were a sway.
A claymore mine exploded in a rush.
US Military put a spin on it.
Ong Thanh was a disastrous battle.
VC Victory we did not admit.
US Soldiers informed not to tattle.
Allen and Dowling were two lost that day.
Hundreds of others, a swamp far away.
Written 12-31-2018 Contest: War Sonnet
Sponsor: Mark Massey
Everlasting!
Sitting by the riverside of the Hudson,
Gazing at the tender water, journeying to ocean.
Longing for its destination,
Like the stream of God's mercy and compassion,
Into souls and hearts of human
Pouring, pouring
Never stop - never end,
Everlasting!
Standing on the seashore by the Atlantic,
Watching the waves racing to the shore,
Like the waves of God's tender love,
Into the hearts of all his dispersed children,
Racing, rushing,
Never stop - never end
Everlasting!
Standing in the quiet night,
Peace of the above, feel I
On branches the winds confide,
The moon kissing away dull darkness,
The dews resting on humble grass,
Stars of heaven sparkling dress,
Calm and peace, and I,
A lowly son of sweet Lord Jesus Christ,
Pondering thousand and thousand years to come,
Many came and many gone,
Many died and many sprouted, but still
The graces - the blessings,
The mercy, the salvation
And the love of God,
Like water in ocean,
Like air on earth,
Here, for all,
Never die - never dry,
Never stop - never end,
Everlasting!
Joe Hung Nguyen
Dear Lord God,
You are my king
and my everything
For, I know, your love is infinite,
And for, I know, I am nothing.
Ignite a flame of passion
in my heart and in my soul, completely,
So, I may serve You wholeheartedly,
Until the end of my journey.
For, You are the strength in me,
How can I not love You, sincerely,
With all my might,
With all my whole being,
And for, You are the beating heart of my life
Without You
How can I live,
Without You
How can I exist,
For, I am nothing without You, O Lord.
Joe Hung Nguyen
P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 15
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still;
Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s
… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice;
Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings
of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
Moses Sichach 325
Muhadzis Ghafur 333
Naledi Segosebe 366
Nancy Lee Kaufman 318
Nandita Das 54
Natasha Turner 131
Nathan Hannen 333
Neil Delport 269
Nelvy Gracia Majaw 375
Neva E. Romaine 111, 61
Newton Ranaweera 257, 303
Newton Rathnasiri Ranaweera Kalu Arachchige 300
Ngoc Minh Nguyen 345
Nia Feren Puthanveettil 438
Nicholas Windle 119, 232, 79
Nicola Davidson 173
Nikolay Lopatin 363
Nina Parmenter 261, 9, 91
Nora Gibson 197, 286
Nyonglema Christian Pisoh 266
Ogino Makoto 342
Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser 100, 145, 86
Panagiota Romios 124, 53, 71
Pashang Salehi 151, 326, 96
Patricia Cammish 367, 368
01/06/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©