Poem
WATER SURFACE
Author: Dinh Khai
Unforgettable from childhood days
Mother takes care of each child’s sleep and food
On winter nights, my mother gives up mats and blankets
On summer nights, my mother fanned me to sleep.
From childhood, education has a father
Mom teaches me daily chores
Then the field work, reaping and ploughing
Mom kept quiet, rarely scolded.
In mother’s love, children grow up over the years
Until the day you have enough wings to fly away
But no matter where I go, I still miss home
I still remember my mother taking care of her children to grow up.
Never forget a lesson early on
All my life, what can I say more:
The father as a mountain,
Mother’s meaning is like water in the source flowing out…
Poem: The season of rice flowers
RICE SUMMER
Author: Dinh Khai
This season’s rice flowers have bloomed
Light a fire by the riverside
Red petals bloom
Do you still remember?
How many old memories are there
Take my hand to the river
I picked up a red flower
Give it to me, hesitantly.
I’m shy, I’m shy
Leaning on my shoulder sobbing
Time doesn’t stop
The years go by…
How many years have you been away from home?
Let me wait alone
Another summer coming
Red rice flowers on the riverbank.
Alone I wait
Come back, I’ll wait
Let’s go to the river together
Let’s see red rice flowers…
20-3-2018
Poem: Remembering the old hometown
REMEMBER THE ORIGINAL COUNTRY
Author: Dinh Khai
I’m going back to my hometown with you
A place that sticks with us throughout our childhood
I suddenly regret so many childhood memories
I’ve been looking for it, but it’s nowhere to be found, baby.
Where are the neighbors in and out of the village?
On those poetic nights, we still go to pick up fallen fruit
The bamboo rows in the summer afternoon with hammocks
Now there are no green leaves.
The village now has no more cottages
High-rise buildings have been built like streets
Concrete road has stretched each alley
Cars arrive at the gate of each house.
The field is no longer vast
No more wings of storks flying over and back
Houses gradually encroach on fields and beaches
Where is the ditch of the old nights when I used to walk…
Although I still know that my hometown people have changed their lives
Why do I still regret the old memories that are no longer there?
Well, let’s get rid of the old memories
Happy for my hometown that is changing meat, changing skin…
Poem: Perfume
HUONG THUY
Author: Dinh Khai
Yellow leaves are scattered along the small alley
It’s cloudy but it doesn’t rain
The air is soothing
Autumn has come.
Smell the scent along the sidewalk
Huong com in Vong village, do you still remember?
Remember the days when we held hands
Drop by the street
Where the sticky rice stalks hold our feet.
Buy a package of fragrant nuggets wrapped in green lotus leaves
You and I hover in the cool autumn afternoon
Fragrance of nuggets – the scent of Autumn is fragrant
Do you still remember me?
Poem: Come back bro
GO HOME
Author: Dinh Khai
My hometown has entered the transplanting season
Why is the sun burning like this?
In the morning, I had to hurry
Finish transplanting before the sun pours.
I don’t know if you still remember
Straight fields at home
Where the two of us used to be
Every morning and afternoon plowing, reaping?
Remember how many nights after hard days
We walk hand in hand in the fields
Then come out and sit peacefully by the river
Listen to the sound of the water flowing in the river.
But hey, so many old memories
Do you still remember?
Why do you let me wait anxiously?
Come back, old memories are still waiting…
8-7-2018
Poem: White Nights
WHITE NIGHT NIGHT
Author: Dinh Khai
Do you blame me on these white nights?
When you’re all for the pitch
No problem bothers you anymore
In addition to the color of the flag, the color of the shirt, the lines?…
He was absorbed in the situations on the field
Lightning strikes on goal
Unfortunate broken balls
The referee whistle is right and wrong.
Time goes by, I keep working hard
Sometimes it’s quick to describe, and sometimes it’s slow
Give your best to convey
Good things, beautiful things to the listener.
The game is over, I’m back tired
When the night is over, it’s dawn
I was surprised to see you waiting
And take care of him every glass of milk and food.
I know you never blamed me
When the long nights I stay up on the lawn
And I know you don’t sleep at night
Still watching him and every ball on the field…
Poems: Football and Poetry
FOOTBALL AND POETTER
Author: Dinh Khai
Almost half a month and then follow the ball rolling
I keep falling in love every night with Uon Cup
He shouted loudly before each shot
Balloons go through the goal.
Night after day, time flies
The joy continues with each victory
And it’s sad with bitter defeats
Sad for the German tanks that soon left Russia.
Time follows the passing ball
With joys and sorrows every night non-stop
Just realized, and said: “Oh yeah
My muse, I forgot about you…”.
It’s okay, don’t blame me, baby
Just a few more days when the ball stops rolling
I’ll stay with you again and fuel the fire
Of a loving relationship with you – POET.
28-6-2018
World Cup 2018
Poem: Sword Lake in the afternoon
WORLDWIDE in the afternoon
Author: Dinh Khai
He slowly walked by the Sword Lake
Watch the Turtle Tower shimmering on the water
I suddenly remember fifty years ago
First time you brought me here.
I don’t remember right here
We have told each other many things earnestly
About life, about love ahead
And promise to be together forever.
Half a century has passed, I’m still in love
A sweet, passionate love
Like the water of Hoan Kiem Lake, it is still a blue color
Like the Turtle tower still shining in the middle of the afternoon
Poem: Drunk with the ball
Drunk with Balloons
Author: Dinh Khai
I immerse myself in the pitch every night
Drunk with a rolling ball full of emotions
Uon Cup is entering the most intense matches
If you win to stay, if you lose, you have to bid farewell.
Full of joy with France, Uruguay
With Russian and Croatian football too
And tonight which team will light the fire
The fire of passion burns every heart.
Can you sit still?
When millions of people fall in love with the field
I’m still sitting alone in front of the small screen
But the soul is soaring in the sky and Russia…
2-7-2018
Poem: Missing the motherland
REMEMBER MY CHILD HOME
Author: Dinh Khai
When we weren’t born
There is a dyke surrounding the village and the countryside
In the flood season, the Red River water is fierce
There is a dike to stop it, all is peaceful.
My childhood and your childhood
There’s also a lot to say about that dike
How many nights have I sat on the dike listening to the Red River flowing?
Let’s look into the distance the city lights up.
We have told each other many strange and familiar things
Nothing comes to an end
But why are you and I still drunk, passionate?
Stories about rivers, fields, villages…
Then one night he was confused, softly
Take your timid hand and hold my warm hand
You keep your hand in my hand shyly
Even though his heart felt like it was about to burst.
Isn’t that right, my two hearts
Since that day, we have shared the same rhythm
On the dyke of the homeland and the water of the Red River rushing
I said my love and vowed to spend the rest of my life together…
Dinh Khai
