The words of sea
although adventurous,
rapturous, salty ...
They are also aware how to be sweet
and homemade ...
They are fon of waves,
of huge vacancies
of adventure...
But they also perform
calm, lull,
at low tide ...
The words of sea,
they are ships, they are caravels ...
Sands, conches, shells ...
Abandoned tranquil islands,
standing water backwaters
immensity of oceans ...
The words of sea,
are towering,
sailors ... sail
and sail ...
Days, months, years,
don't vanish ...
Always come back
to the land ...
The sea takes them, the sea brings them ...
The sea leaves them at the edge of the pier ...!
Categories:
fon, adventure, allegory, allusion, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
Adversity, no easy city.
The scorching sun envelops its vicinity,
penetrating its rich diversity.
Adversaries make up the city,
ruined by misery, ruled by insanity.
Its citizens are pulled to vanity
and has from antiquity dwelled in iniquity.
Adversity, a learning city,
The Son of Man did sojourn in its university
to read suffering in its intensity and extremity
and obtain obedience in its totality.
Adversity, mankind in its diversity
enroll in your university
to learn humility and forge integrity.
Adversity, no continuing city.
All who dwell therein long to leave the city,
never to return. They long for a better city,
an heavenly, wherein dwell no iniquity,
no misery, no insanity, no enmity.
They long for the city to dwell in infinity
away from adversity.
Asanga Fon
Categories:
fon, depression, encouraging, faith,
Form: Free verse
Jones my boy is back
Who takes the cat for a pack
He loves a glass of ale
Which makes him grow so pale
He drinks his stuff till dawn
And feels his task is done
He loves his little hut
His dog you dare not hurt
He loves to sit in the cold
And tell the tales of old
He has his little arrow
But the countysite is narrow
In our sphere i am the fon
But he lives his life for fun.
Categories:
fon, humorous,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Thou has been our saviour,
Though we've been bewitched by different savours.
That emanate from thy armpit,
Pulling along with it,our infamous wits.
The product of your skilfulness,
Had stirred in us readiness.
To war against food stupor,
Even if indirectly we're tasked by the law.
Like the yellow sherbet ball,
That gives untamed attention to the winter's call.
The seat on which you abode,
Bear to us variant valuables we can't afford.
And the ignonimous status of your delivery,
Heartily give our thoughts laundry.
Many says: 'His ways and heart are hardened',
But never mind: 'Omi po ju oka lo ni'.
They often remonstrate on your health,
But they know not that it brings death to our dearth.
Sa wo!,iwo erin sa ni wo ti n fon,
Keep blowing till their no more chance for fun.
c.2017
Categories:
fon, allusion,
Form: Ode
We think them plentiful, like jumping shrimp and tiny crabs:
These mak hung, these chilies, the base for padaek.
The mouth waters with even a mention.
Every heart of Laos knows it well.
Cross oceans and mountains, battlefield and basement,
Oz or Kyrgyzstan, Modesto or Nashville, Phoenix or Pakse.
Meet anyone who can say sabaidee or a word of passa lao.
Even if they don’t remember their history or family,
How to nop or how to fon, or the secrets to singing a good mor lum
We still become one again with as little as a dish.
Our bellies fill like an ancient queen, a saint of Laos,
Our heroines and heroes, our elders and children,
The clever beauties and the dreaming scholars.
Pounding away until it’s so hot you sweat,
A mix of sweet and salt, starch and bite
What poet, what priest,
What politician, what legend can truly compete or compare?
We sing of the fine dok champa, but our people also sleep
With memories of mak hung, a smile, a tongue afire.
Categories:
fon, food, international,
Form: Free verse
It takes time to fall in love;
It takes love to stand the time.
Through the changing times of life,
love changes the tides of time
and weather the storms of life.
Moments of joy and grieve may drift
in and out like sand on the seashore
but love is the solid rock on which
your marriage can anchor.
The whims and caprices of emotion
may usher clouds of fear and doubt
but loves shines through like the sun
and keep your hearts and minds together.
Even when your matrimonial boat drifts far
offshore in the middle of confusion, against
the tempest of misunderstanding and despair
trust love's compass to sail you back to the
shores of forgiveness and reconciliation.
We fall in love when self, stoops and love stands.
Let self remain fallen and always, love will stand.
Nguh Nwei Asanga Fon
Categories:
fon, love, wedding, love,
Form: Free verse
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I hate waiting..
i think it's irritating..
initially I'm coping..
next thing I notice ,time is going..
then i'd pick my fon and start chatting..
after a while even that gets boring.
then if I'd been sitting..
my back starts aching,
so I'd get up,and start pacing..
sometimes it affects my mood,next thing you know, I'm frowning..
you know that feeling??
Anyway I probably didn't have anything else doing..
but I'd rather be relaxing,
or maybe squashing..
why are some people so unfeeling..
they'll lie and then leave you hanging..
or they'll come back puppy-eyed,apologising.
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its all good though,these things happen,so I'm not complaining..
#justsayiNg#
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Categories:
fon, life,
Form: Rhyme