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Best Ngoc Nguyen Poems

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''Poet's Delight''

Math, physics, English, and so on--
     alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on 
     with a prime axiom. 

A stuffy, college campus where 
     knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
     and confused all around.

Mid-terms and finals I do dread
     as each semester ends;
the pressure's on me to study
     as the semester wends.

School's oppressive this semester,
     I'll see my old provost
and leave 'ere I rot and fester
     and take up a new post.

William & Mary's M.B.A.'s
     are just worthless BS;
degrees from the home of “The Tribe”
     are crap that obsolesce.

I'll do rhymes as “Poet's Delight”
     as poems are my forté--
not tomes or stuffy scholastics:
     ballads are my métier!


1.) poembender; 2.) Philosophical motif; 3.) for "Impress me III ! (Old / New)" Contest

















Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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''Being bipolar is like a rose''

Being bipolar
is like a rose born missing
some of its petals,--
its color is more vibrant
than all the other roses'!

It may never be
part of a "perfect" bouquet,--
but its rich pigment
can be a precious paint for
Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa."

Alas, it may not
attract the most "honeybees"
in the wilds of life,--
but its scent can be distilled
to make the finest perfumes.

Being bipolar
is like a rose born missing
some of its petals,--
its bouquet is more fragrant
than all the other roses'!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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Flower of Brazil

I love a lovely girl--a Flower
from the shore of sun-baked Brazil;
ageless, she by clock's every hour
makes the time be perfectly still.

Though dark and easily pretty, 
she yearns to be blessed and adored
for her mind and inward beauty
where loveliness is saved and stored. 

She's queenly and wears a rich crown,--
a regent who sits on my throne.
A rose, she's praised and of renown
and prized for her high grace alone.

She's wise and good; and always kind
and mild, she treats the sick with care 
and gives alms to the poor and blind:
and for dear old me says a prayer.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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''A flower breaks out afresh''

A flower breaks out afresh from its swollen, 
green bud and then stretches outward into 
the sun-drenched sky.

A thing of nature that's timeless
and perennial, it faithfully blooms and
adorns its surroundings like its predecessors.

Never alone, it is joined by its floral neighbors
of its own kind in fragrant numbers, suffusing 
the atmosphere all around with a heavy, yet 
sweet stench of lavender and honeysuckle.

The thick odor seduces and encourages the
flower-borne bees, hornets, and yellow-
jackets nearby into a steady rhythm and pulse 
of continuous labor over the pollen-rich 
blossoms and perfumed, colorfully-tinted 
petals. From an adjacent pond the over-
abundant and unsubtle beauty of the 
lily-of-the-valleys add their distinctiveness 
to the already rich and lush floral landscape, 
now teeming with the life and vigor of 
spring in full bloom.


 

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012

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A Bipolar Cliche

Life as a manic-depressive's so drab
and wearying at times; it's quite enough
to drag me down where I don't feel so tough.
When I'm manic I have the gift of gab;
at such times I wish I can take a cab
to the club, get drunk, and act like a rough;
but I forbade as I fear the law's rebuff;
so I behave again like rats in a lab.
My life's so meaningless to me it seems;
if I could I would end it right away,
but that'd be taking it to such extremes
and drama. Instead, I just read all day
and write poems of brighter, happier themes:
I swear--I'm just a bipolar cliché!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015

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Thoughts on a Jezebel

Because she was a buxom blonde
and he lacked a sage Adviser, 
(like a naïve fresh off the pond)
he fell for and idealized her.

If he had been but the wiser
and much more careful with his heart
as if he were a mean miser,
he’d have ne’er been fooled right from the start. 

Poems for one of cheap, impure heart
make the Poet look un-clever
and like a fool, which is not smart:
hence his case from her did he sever!

A lesson learned late than never
is much better than to be fooled, 
played, conned, gulled and duped forever—
and so in her cheap wont he is schooled.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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''What Thou Art to Me'' Revisited

What thou art to me may I gladly 
shout and proclaim to thee most well? 
Thou art to me a high-born lady 
of style whereof I'd love to tell, 
a princess that's sage and lovely—
whose mind is like a pleasant dell. 
 
Thou art to me a raven-haired 
of graciousness that's never seen.  
Thou art the friend that boldly dared 
to be the one and hopeful Queen, 
a source of ruth who cried and shared 
her tears through eyes of limpid green.  
 
Thou art to me a fresh new start,  
a renaissance of hope that's true:—
God's gift of grace to my sinful heart 
and to my shame that I so rue;
thou art thus the most blessèd part 
of faith and joy that now ensue.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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'Little Sparrow'

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”—Psalm 34:18 New International Version (NIV)




Little sparrow, what troubles thee;
      is it the stigma you face?
Little sparrow, what pierces thee;
      is it the shame of disgrace?

Is it the brokenness in your heart, 
     or the sorrows you can't outlive?
Is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive? 

What befalls you 
      is neither unfelt nor unknown;
God cares and calls you
      when you're cast out and all alone. 

God will never forsake you
     in your time of need;
God will never permit you
     to suffer or bleed.



02/19/2014; for "TO HEAL A HEART" Contest



 


Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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'the sea'

(Beautiful!) Immense and Poseidon-like,--the sea washes o'er my soul.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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'Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death'

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 glee of those born of happier worth,
esteem and prize,—O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most loved friends, my books, and by my God
and e'en by my most oft-read poetry.
These things I cherish, honor, and must laud
with gratitude and thanks religiously
and be content as worms in a blesséd sod.







Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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