Poem: Stormy season – Pham Hong Giang
Author: Pham Hong Giang
Listening to the radio a few days ago, there was a storm
I love you so much sleep well
The water surged to the edge of the roof
Is it a peaceful place?
Floodwaters washed away Monkey bridge
My way of thinking is also fragile
Autumn has just come, but the rain and wind spread the curtain
The small house is not stable.
Children go to school, the road is slippery and steep
Stretch book bag containing dry clothes
The house is far away from the hills and undulating
Packed rice to hide school supplies.
In the morning, a whole area of flooded water
Wash away all traces of time
Poor people are more and more difficult
Who understands when “the sky shines on the earth”.
White towel ring for the newly deceased
Oh my God…..
23/07/2018 Hong Giang.
Poem: Feelings of rain and floods in July – Lan Thanh
SURPRISE EMOTIONS OF july
Author: Lan Thanh
Rain forever… never stop raining
The water has spilled over the village
Where is the forest to prevent floods?
Where children smile.
I only see the water screaming
And the mountain is floating dream
The sun is like a chess piece
Sinking into the clouds.
I – who’s daughter is this?
I’m wet with mud
Tilting a step
Let go and wait for the bracelet.
My hometown, my stomach is tight
Roads have turned into rivers
Rain peels off the hill
White sky and white rim.
The rain still hasn’t stopped
Mother – tears biting her lips
Father – burning fire standing and sitting
The baby was startled.
So painful, so sad
Why is this flood?
Poem: Loving the Motherland – Hoang Minh Tuan
Poetry: Hoang Minh Tuan
Hometown! I miss, I love!
Today the impermanent storm passed.
The water is like the vast ocean,
The countryside is no longer a hamlet!
The water rose, the wind raged,
The sky seems to pour out all the anger!
The voice of someone crying silently looking for a child,
Crying and complaining is also painful!
Mother sat in grief and sorrow,
The chickens in the granary and the vegetable fields are gone!
Oh, the sky is shining on the earth!
How is the embankment clinging to rest?!
But the rain is still pouring,
Who knows when the rain will stop?!
When will you return to ploughing?!
Children go to school, the other buffalo go to the field?!
When will the water recede into the river?!
When will the fields be flooded, oh my god!
Even though I know it’s God’s fault,
But it’s also about humans!
The forest is cut down hour by hour,
Get nothing to stop the flood, stop the rain now!
Will humans wake up?!
Don’t destroy forests anymore lest people suffer!
How many times does the storm rain,
Hopefully next time the storm won’t come in!
Hanoi, November 23, 7
Poem: Heartbreak – Trinh Thanh Hang
Poetry Thanh Hang Trinh
The vegetable field is open this afternoon
Old mother plowed a hand to cultivate
The chickens are running happily
Worms pick up rice quickly, it’s not dark.
Oh, there’s a voice on the porch
Swinging the hammock of lullabies
I can build a house all my life
The debt has not been paid in full, but rest assured.
Where is the thunder rumbling
Where does the flood come to darken the world?
Landslide over thousands of mountains
The thunder poured down everywhere.
Take it all away
The new house is also gone
Who screams by the hill
Oh my god save my baby.
Screams tear the whole world
Pity the mother’s body for a lifetime of great care
Because of the stormy flood
The house is broken down, sad, old age.
God is too far away
Then tomorrow lonely old age
Spicy nose bridge of tears
Ask anyone who understands this sadness in the world.
If it were like rain and wind on a thousand
Don’t pour any more regrets
Let there be a little old age
Mother’s body is a little bit called peace
Poem: Storm on Mother Earth – Bui The Uyen
STORM IN THE LAND OF ME
Author: Bui The Uyen
Nick fecabook : Tony Bui
Peace in the land of my Mother
The wind is destroying the rain falling on my heart
My heart is empty praying
Wind, don’t come back, don’t rain anymore.
Looking forward to the peaceful Motherland
Fatherland is beautiful again before the storm
Far away from home, I still watch
Listening to the rain and storm in my heart hurts…
The night of January 28, 07
Poem: After the storm – Doan Thi Hong Suong
After the storm
Author: Doan Thi Hong Suong
Nickname Dan Moc
The storm passed,
An area rich, digested, shriveled, desolate
But you, mom are still safe
For me, it has become a precious thing
I’m in here, even though it’s hard
Compared to mother, all describe the homeland
Sugarcane and melon fields were tragically flooded
To the old tamarind tree, still uprooted,
Me and my mother, sick, emaciated,
You can get over it, it’s God’s attention
I’m in this place, always praying silently
May you and your mother be at peace, your homeland is safe
Fierce storms swept away, leaving only chaos
There are hamlets, there are villages, there are soldiers, there are militias
You guys will come to the rescue, like friendship
Build me a considerate roof
And hoe for my mother a potato field
Mom, baby, please don’t be sad
Despite loss and pain, don’t be discouraged
After all, I hope for the simple
Lost, have faith, we will do it again tomorrow
Wipe your tears, hold your head high, let’s hold hands
Wind waves, fog, flood water, or rocks falling on your shoulders
Can’t push us down, can’t even stop our steps
Footsteps of those who have walked through rough seas
I used to dig mountains, move mountains to build a life
When it’s over, we rebuild our lives.
Mist – Long An
Poem: Off-season thunderstorms – Chu Long
Author: Chu Long
It’s winter, it’s freezing cold
Why is it so stormy?
Lightning flashed thunder whirling
Torrential rain crisscrossed diagonally.
God, why are you so cruel
Bring freezing cold – where does the golden sun pour. ?
The river is numb – Sorrowful land
The mountain stream is also gray … sir…
People can only cry…God…!
Crops failed everywhere.
The tree has fallen leaves and flowers
Vegetables and fruits by freezing die.
Cattle and cows died many cows
Where are the chickens, pigs, and ducks for spring?
How much bitter debt
Rain-Thunderstorm off-season Cold and numbness again.
This spring probably won’t come
The barren land of my homeland…!
Poem: Hanoi in the rainy season – Doan Kim Oanh
Hanoi in the rainy season
Author: Doan Kim Oanh
The storm is coming tomorrow
It’s starting to rain tonight
Hanoi is flooded today
Groups of people walking in the rain.
I remember what my mother told me
Be careful on the road, listen to me
Watching you walk in the rain
Mother’s heart is sad.
My Hanoi today
So gentle and beautiful
But now it’s like a river
The city of Hanoi is gone.
Why not have a place to walk?
Traffic is miserable
Have every little thing to go to the market
Why is it so difficult.
Floods keep coming to each area
How many people are missing
I love my hometown
Who’s rice pot water jars.
The night rain, the alley was flooded
Mom is very sad, isn’t she?
Mom waiting for me in front of the door
Eyes looking into the void.
Pray for the rain to stop
Let the sky be quiet
Peacefully walking on the street.
Poem: Landslide – Truong Tuy Anh
Poetry: Truong Tuy Anh
Oh, the mighty Tien River lullabies
Carrying alluvium to compensate for the countryside
Enthusiastic golden rice
The couple patiently waits for the moon.
Suddenly “roar” in the middle of the quiet night
The blue river sulks, tearing the banks
Drifting along the roof to cover the sun
Mother was in pain, tears flowed indifferently.
Life is full of sunshine and rain
In an instant, it turned into a cloud of smoke
Water rushes in, drowns, floods
Loss of property, orphans are heartbroken.
Deforestation, sucking sand, blocking river
The sea vents anger, the waves crash
The birds were startled and sobbed
God and everyone’s fault..
This afternoon, visit my hometown
Listen to the song, it’s more heartbreaking
O gentle rain and wind, calm down
For people without suffering and peace
HA GIANG SUMMER
Author: Nguyen Lan Huong
Do flowers bloom on the triangular circuit?
When the flood season passes and washes away the house
Hmong trumpet can still hum
Do Dao girls still go down the mountain?
The night of the love market suddenly went by too quickly
A cup of corn wine that hasn’t been drunk yet
Dong Van Plateau is tired of flying birds
Is it still in the torrential rain?
Blame the country of Khau Vai market for being separate
Whose fault is it or is it only God’s fault?
Houses of cattle were swept away by floods
Rain falls or tears of people in flood areas.
Let the flag fly on top of Lung Cu sky
Let the white clouds clear the passes
Let the birds sing on the steep mountain slopes
Love, let’s go to Ha Giang to gather.
Buckwheat is still blooming in the old season
Dao girl has a beautiful smile
The Hmong boy still dances the love song
At Khau Vai market, we went down the mountain together.
LHN June 28, 6
Poem: Heartbreak – Phan Thuc Dinh
Author: Phan Thuc Dinh
Waves crashing in and pulling away sighs
I hold back in the midst of the noise of the city and the sea
I accidentally made your heart storm
Salty heart before the sea waves tantalize!
I always follow the right things in life
Protect yourself from the harsh waves
The seagull wings keep fluttering
What is the fragile life that promises to be?
The light of dawn caresses springtime
When the sandbank prints hundreds of thousands of jade heels
What heel the wave just covered
You can’t get mad at the waves!
Drop by drop of silver hair falls off my head
So no matter where I dye it, my magic!
I still believe for miles and miles
Sacred things never break…
Poem: Storm – Chu Long
Author: Chu Long
Where is the warm spring sunshine
Let the storm unleash its strength everywhere
They are not afraid of the sky
Despise the whole Earth, despise the earthly people
Storms devastate the landscape
Flooded ponds and lakes – The river is heartbreaking
Ruined houses and fields
Boats without a parking lot – A shore with no docks
Storm makes shrimp and fish helpless
That bird lost its nest and now it’s gone
Making Rock Mountain is also boneless
Precisely colored soil Thin sunlight
Storm destroys mountains and forests
Empty dike broken water surrounded all areas
Causing flash floods – terrible floods
For a miserable life of hardship.
Storm where they drag
Then that land fell into the wilderness…
Poem: Storm in mother’s heart – Ho Viet Binh
STORM IN AMERICA’S MIND
Author Ho Viet Binh
Children, please hold tight
Despite the wind and rain it blows, it’s slanting
I have a gentle mother beside me
Reach out to protect the children with peace of mind.
The tree is leaning, the wind is caged, the wind is beating
The house is flooded with water
Mom here is running and watching
Father and son at sea did not return in time.
The last few times my father came home very early
This storm changed direction too fast
Father’s boat has to go around
Looking for a safe haven?
Do you know the storm in your mother’s heart?
The wind outside can’t be compared
Holding my daughter, waiting for news of her husband
Despite the fierce storm, my mother was not discouraged.
Do you see the pink clouds coming?
The other fleet is waving its flag
Father and son rebuild the roof
Tomorrow, sail the boats out to sea.
Poem: My hometown – Phan Thuc Dinh
Author: Phan Thuc Dinh
This season in Nghe An, the sun becomes a luxury
The high sky escaped from the sky
Clouds fall from nowhere
Heartbroken and sobbing as the days go by.
White water and frogs are satisfied to play
Love passionately oap̣…
The moon suddenly shines, dims…then closes
Unfinished time confused let go of each other!
The mountain is still young, but the head is already gray
White tears filled the streams
The heavy bird’s wings are wet in the blowing wind
Water hyacinth is floating around in the sky!
The roof is wrinkled with vent holes
Glimpse of young and old shadows looming…
The water is red, playing with the ivory moon
The house wobbles like a boat anchored along the stream.
The flowery roof is so broken hearted
You guys are empty oo o o reply
But it is impossible to be close to each other!
Village flooding prevents even love.
Dear Nghe, how much love is love!
Busy years go back to play with…
What should Nghe people do for me?
But the sun, the rain, and the rain, the rain is falling…!
Poem: Hometown Storm – Tran Duc Luc
Author: Tran Duc Luc
Heard the storm hit the motherland
There was someone who was exiled yesterday afternoon
Love the water from the rice cooker.
Thunderstorms last night flooded the alley
You must be very sad, right?
Because I’ve been fighting for a lifetime
The body of the stork swims along the river.
This morning the storm has calmed down
Pick a stalk of crushed vegetables, old bamboo shoots
Homeland of people who pamper their children
The times I heard the storm on the porch.
Poem: Loving the Land of Nghe – Nguyen Lan Huong
Love for the Land of Arts
Author: Nguyen Lan Huong
Li was angry and took me back to the Land of Nghe
Poor country land, scorching sun
Twelve months, three months of waiting for the storm
But the song for miles is still humming.
Mom still told me to be the son of Nghe An
Lam river girls must be very resilient
Even though the sea is angry, the wind howls in the ocean
Still smiling defying all calamities.
Bring me back to warm up the seasons
In the stormy wind, life shines again
Listen to the radio this afternoon, the sea is rough
Nghe An land bewildered under the heavy rain.
Oh Lam River, the water is cloudy when it is clear
The old song is to love and miss
Let me send some sunshine back inside
Can Li Ten Thuong keep his poor hometown?
Everywhere I go, I’m still a Son of Nghe
Though not a nursing home, a birthplace
Fatherland has a little bit of love left
I love my hometown very much – Nghe An!
LHN June 15, 9