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The dragons mottled the streets with colorful wonders..
As they danced, twisted and soared into the glassy air.
The Ao DAIs, like blazing flames,
Fluttered in endless joy on the first spring day--
The breathing gale hummed 'HAPPY NEW YEAR'.
Bouquets of daffodils and pots of lillies,
Ablaze, filled the outdoor markets---
Their dazzling wings unfolded as they welcome February.
Poping fireworks echoed from the soul of a city
To the heart of each individual---
Spring had now returned to Vietnam.
Silence, now,had hibernated,
Leaving the celebration of the Vietnameses to sail into the evening.
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The night the mighty Ranger,
A soar into the turquoise sky;
Tears of joy dripped onto Scotland
As they whipped Fiorentina.
The flame of victory swayed all night,
The sound of the bagpipes echoed to England,
Unending till the next sun blossomed;
The melodious chants of their fans,
Ever, dweled in the heart of Glasgow.
Ranger,now, survive another day to fight for glory.
***RANGER WON ON PENALTY SHOOT OUT
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Birth then growing up.
My Kyrielles, Sestinas and Sonnets, now, mature
As they seek shelters around the world;
Flapping wings from Afghanistan to England—
Canada to Vietnam, Italy to Myanmar,
Mexico to Brazil, Iceland to Morocco,
Zambia to Australia, New Zealand to the USA.
They hum, they sing, they whisper,
Breaths after breaths, blissful melodies.
Shakespeare is waiting in his house to read,
T S Elliot, in his hotel, longing to listen,
I, TRI TRAN, in my bedroom, proud and happy.
My work completed, now and forever…
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Dance on the cold shore,
Tango fro two, she and I,
A long summer night.
Bare feet on the sand,
Tango fro two, she and I,
The first time we meet.
Cries of joy in hearts,
Tango for two, she and I;
Forever, blissful.
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My given destiny, a meanderer…
Saigon bloomed in endless joy
To see its colors faded, a mournful night,
Yellow flags with three red stripes,
Lowered by the southern dwellers,
Succumbed a war to the heroic Vietcong,
Vietnam, north and south, I stood in the middle.
London dwelt in my heart, ever…
Her soul, destroyed by the terrorists,
Had nothing left but yesterday’ scars;
Her face, a rose less rosary.
Huntington beach wandered without me,
Searching for cyan joy,
But once a storm had wrecked her pier,
Her heart held the souvenir that ever lingered.
In the vortexes of three continents, I called my god.
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I stare at divine's traquil sky,
Wondering, WHY...
Why, to my beloved wife, I have to say good bye
When have not found the answer to my question, why?
I stare at her pretty face and, silently, cry,
Still not knowing, why.
She drips her tears into my heart as she gazes at the woeful sky,
Knowing, why.
When my last breath sweeps away her sad tears onto the sky,
I still yearn to know ,why...
From nowhere, a magenta comet, to its grave,it whizzes by,
Suddenly, I close my eyes... now, TRI knows. why.
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CHORUS:
Oh my gal, where are my kisses,
And what will I be doing without you?
You lead me to the magemta meadow
For me to find my home.
Days and nights, I yearn to see the new sky;
When twilight arrives, I long to hear those liles sing;
In my heart, a crimson fire will dance,
It longs to light up my soil.
My sea will roar for you,
And my mountains will hum.
You will rejoice for the first time,
And your moon will shine all day and night.
Oh my gal, where are you now?
Come to sail with me in my dream,
Kiss my soul so it shines again,
And I will tell you a story of my yesterday.
Oh my dreams, oh my kisses,
Where will I be going without you--
You lead me to the magemta meadow
For me to find my new love.
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My homeland, now, a manless desert;
My people had fled to the other side of the world
Where peace hummmed, and freedom hovered.
My candles, left in Vietnam to burn, now, extinguished;
Their crimson flames had turned into dusty, white tears.
My mournful soul, like a sorrowful serpent,
Wailed while yearning to return to the lonely nation
Where, once, a war began and, now, still endless.
I dreamed of holding the incense of love
In my heart and wept for a battlefield
That still bled bitter misery upon its soggy soil.
I longed to taste the succulent sun rise again.
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Picasso of contemporary literature...
Sestinas and Plantouns, fiiled with imageries,
These fluorescent poems, alive and talking.
Bethoven's concertos, silent and buried.
Triolets and haikus, mottled the pages with music;
They sing to the audience of poetry.
Robert Frost, in his zenith,
Longing to hear poetic language,
Regurgitates words onto the skies of the dead.
A poet, in this vortex of imagination,
TRI TRAN, drowned in the apex of the sea,
His words, music and paintimgs shadow the past heros' arts.
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Poets are real vampires.
They will sink their fangs in your carotid artery
If you don't buy their chapbooks;
Poets are real vampires.
They will suck your fresh tomato juice
If you don't listen to their readings;
Poets are real vampires.
They will head butt you with their horns
If you steal their poems.
Poets are......
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