Vietnamese Poems - Poems about Vietnamese

... In Japan, people make a Spring pilgrimage They go to pay homage to cherry blossoms When the earth nods its head When the sun warms its forehead It causes bare trees to burst in......Read the rest...

...I love Korean food K food Ever since I first Encountered it in 1979 When I joined the Peace Corps Korean food is somewhat like Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, and Thai With some American i......Read the rest...

... I love K food I love the taste I love the fragrance I love the smells I love the texture I love the feel I love how it looks Korean food is somewhat like Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, an......Read the rest...

...Before the day turned into night when morning dawn seemed clear and bright. Before, the taste of spent cordite lingered around one more bomb site. We sang of love, no war, but peace why should......Read the rest...

...In 1965, I was enlisted, To serve in the battle at Vietnam For ten senseless years, I fought Until the fall of Saigon A medic, my trade, In battle- I'd nurse All the wounded soldiers... ......Read the rest...

... Nguyen was quite a linguist She spoke Chinese Japanese Taiwanese Vietnamese & Cantonese But not Americanese ~ Couldn't bling helserf to sa......Read the rest...

...The prediction business, notoriously crooked but thought I'd take a quick look at it Neither to forecast financial ups or downs turning NYSE smiles to frowns Nor to set odds on up......Read the rest...

...My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was a t......Read the rest...

...Ho Xuan Huong (1772-1882) was a risqué Vietnamese poetess. Her verse — replete with nods, winks, double entendres and sexual innuendo — was shocking to many readers of her day and will doubtless rema......Read the rest...

...On Wednesdays I get angry, and on Thursdays I make pots, and then I am no longer angry. When I’m angry I blast Buddy Holly— but I keep the windows up. And then I think it’s so funny, you know,......Read the rest...

...We lived in Saigon many, many moons ago Of which I have a tale to share About a pair of my husband boots His favourites…. the ones he loved to wear A shoe shiner came to the work office A tee......Read the rest...

...I live in a town where all things go in reverse. The bushes grow reversely, shrink smaller back into seeds, and roll back into the past-life seeds. The river flows reversely, very swiftly. My f......Read the rest...

...I. Oh please, not to fade so fast into the afternoon The one that is scattering in a goldenly swooning loneliness The one that is shattering at a purply time of faintness And the one whose wind......Read the rest...

...The local girls are Asian, South Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese. A few runaway Muslim chicks. War is a man-shaped demon. War is booze and guns, fistfights, Humvees and frying, flying li......Read the rest...

...“Get your crap together, we’re leaving,” were the words but the Cobwebs in my brain block out who said them. We started throwing things, clearing out as dumpsters arrived with the Vietnamese. We th......Read the rest...