Poem: Shame Tree
Shame Tree
Poetry Anh Ngoc
Road 9 has groves of shame
Every soldier passing by was smiling
In the middle of an area of fire, bombs fell
All revealed naked form
Shame tree with confused green
Hiding myself in closed leaves
Soldiers come here, everyone walks very smoothly
When suddenly a strange foot
The tree hastily closed its thousand eyes
Plastic piled up on the branches, leaning slightly like hello
People come out and shadows follow
The young soldier suddenly turned his head shyly
The tree has opened its round eyes
Naughty crawling watching
Strange moment, the sky and earth are clear
I heard a whisper to meet
Many poses are fleeting in memory
Very familiar but can’t say anything
In the middle of an area of fire, bombs fell
The tree appears as a cherished
The young soldier picked a branch of shame
Marinated in my notebook page
And this is only known to you.
Source: Truong Son – road of aspiration, National Political Publishing House, 2009
Poem: Little story in the forest
Little story in the forest
Poetry Anh Ngoc
He suddenly swung his knife down
A gentle little tree
Sudden fall to the ground
Nameless little inflorescences.
The way to go, must come
Pillars, beams, ropes, porcelain waiting for you
The ground looks like it’s bleeding
I can’t stand for a minute.
Well, how could it be otherwise?
Forests and war
Until the verse he wrote
Sometimes with my own blood.
The flower lying on the ground
Be silent without saying a word
Every step of the rope to the front
Slices full of falling petals
Poem: Thi Color
Color Market
Poetry Anh Ngoc
People for hundreds of years shook the courtyards
Crazy open and closed curtains
Bold man
People who know no fear
The one who never backed down from love
The one who broke the framework of cheo dances
Let life rush to the top of your mouth
Honest people do not need to hide
Pink lips and wet eyes
The brave man groped the whole temple door
Choose the color of the cassava shirt to tease
Too much energy, so people are always in need
So the incense and the sound of the muffler are taunting
Passers-by laugh with laughter
Accept all the sarcastic words
The one who suffers from all the evil habits of life
The color fan is still open and closed
On your lips, the song is still young
Each hair also vibrates to the beat
The smell of ripe apples, the scent, the smell of flesh
People who go through the stage to everyday life
People who live in the breath of the people
For hundreds of years, who should love to be angry?
The wrong sentence also cheers riot
The drum beat roars with wordless desires
Desires lie deep in every human heart
To be true to my heart really
Chains painted with moral paint
Can’t lock Thi Color for hundreds of years
The curtains have closed behind
Apples still fall in the yard, no one picks them up
Bao Thi Color has returned to real life
The apple taste is still sour on the lips.
Poem: For a person
For one person
Poetry Anh Ngoc
Send someone out the door
I went back in quietly
Suddenly I feel lonely
In the middle of the table and chairs
When you don’t love me
Sad for one thing
When I don’t love you
Why are you so sad?
Like I lost something
The sadness is indescribable
As if in debt
Debt that cannot be paid
Maybe I love people
This time is running away
Or do I love you?
Ever suffered a lot of rejection
It’s nothing like
Why is it a problem?
All just one word
To speak or not to speak?
Because it’s that simple
Know how to do it
When people love me
And I love someone else.
A cat sleeping on my chest
A cat sleeping on my chest
Poetry Anh Ngoc
A cat sleeping on my chest
Under the cat my heart is beating
I lay listening to the holy rhythm
My heart beats with a cat’s heart
Close it and your eyes are clear
Close and long sharp teeth
The horror of the mice
Close and then the darkness of the dark night
Lying here in a peaceful dream
Like a child in a loving embrace
On my chest a sleeping cat
Heavy winter noon lead cloud…
My heart softened in a minute
There is something teary like happiness
Protected, caressed, caressed
To be quietly singing a lullaby…
Go to sleep, go to sleep with innocent ears
Go to sleep, stubborn long tail
Go to sleep, proud cub
Mustaches blatantly clear blue eyes
I listen to my heart sing
On my chest lies a cat…
Poem: If only
If only
Poetry Anh Ngoc
Remember when I told you:
If tomorrow the two of us get bored with each other
So how sad life is…
Carefree he didn’t think so.
Happy days pass quickly
I’m so far away now
The old people were absent from the sky
Old words have turned into prophecies
Love comes, love goes
Do you know what you can do?
If only that day did not meet
No eyes, no smiles
Casually two human faces
Indifferent in the midst of a life of indifference
Then go out each of them
No worries, no worries in your heart
Don’t be sad, don’t remember, don’t want
Nights without dreams, days without waiting…
If only you two… in the past
Bored as soon as we met…
(27-1-2007)
Poem: Maybe you’re afraid of love
Maybe you’re afraid of love
Poetry Anh Ngoc
Maybe you’re afraid of love
Like fear, people’s hearts turn
Afraid of the morning sun and the rain
Fear of having and then losing
Afraid of flowing water, flowers will float back to foam
Maybe you’re afraid of love
Like being afraid of building a house on sand
Afraid of catching shrimp and raising storks
When the stork is big, the stork flies away
Miserable who’s public cup
Oh your love is a wound
Covered with brocade
The word of love to you is poison
Hide the sword behind the sweet honey
Maybe you’re afraid of love
The beauty made of pain
He was like a person who was afraid of ghosts, so he stopped growing up:
I’m afraid of ghosts, I’m only afraid of humans.
(2001)
Poem: My Chau
My Chau
Poetry Anh Ngoc
Goose feathers fall white on the escape route
The feathers do not know how to hide themselves.
Tears become the opposite of faith
Love to the end is death.
But the beauty that falls off her head is still beautiful
Deceived love is still love intact.
If only there was a My Chau in the world
Falling in love and always on guard
No loopholes, no trickery
A My Chau like we have always dreamed
Then My Chau must not have lived until now
To be faithful to the love of two thousand years
Like you and me, even though we love each other faithfully
Until the first silver, but only a hundred years.
So even though we are heartbroken
Still can’t save My Chau from death
The sea clams will be replaced by the next breeder
In my heart the gem of love.
There is still a headless stone statue
Because the head is cut off, the statue is very alive.
The truncated head is reminiscent of the hot color line
Two thousand years under the rock still flowing.
Like you, I want to remind My Chau
Life is still at war, please don’t forget to be vigilant.
But how can I remind you two thousand years ago
So I have to remind myself.
Poem: The old general
The old general
(To General Vo Nguyen Giap)
Poetry Anh Ngoc
His opponents are long dead
You fight, there’s no one left
He sat in the midst of the siege
Hear the sunset slowly falling around me
Feet go through two wars
Now slowly trace the stick
Wrinkled trembling hands
Having sown terror on the enemy’s head
In the corner of the autumn garden
Trees and leaves are like him quietly
When he was eighty years old, he was like a child
Smile innocently
He’s gone
And…
He is here
Life is a closed journey
Between the two points of departure and destination
It’s a heaven of remembering and forgetting
The joys and sorrows that have not been named yet
In the human world, the clouds fly and the wind blows
The war horses have weasel legs, tired knees
Go to the dusty land in the far sky
Ruling the old general’s dream
There is crying mixed with laughter
One foot he put in history
One leg still lingers with autumn.
This poem was written in 1994 after the author and military writers entered the house at 30 Hoang Dieu Street to visit the General on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the establishment of the army.
Poem: Eyes
Eyes
Poetry Anh Ngoc
The stars in the sky are sparkling with thousands of rays.
Like thousands of white flowers point high in the sky.
Nurturing dreams since childhood.
Want to fly to the star far away.
Why is that sky so beautiful.
But thousands of years are still hanging in the corner of the sky.
Wear space for the days to go by.
Why don’t you understand my sweet and bitter heart?
Why don’t you understand my heart’s longing.
Understand how the celestial bodies are cold.
Only your eyes – oh clear eyes.
I can understand you all.
His eyes – oh brilliant starlight.
Stars of love, stars of fire burn my heart.
