CONFIDE
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Twenty years away from school
Why do I still feel nostalgic
Visit the roof of the school again today
How many old friends are stuck in the heart
Do you remember that podium?
Years of building dreams for you
The eagle tree has grown, has grown
Tilting branches and leaves to date me.
Tran Hung Dao, home love
More than eighty years old, still in love
Still looking forward to early afternoon
Good students, good teachers, have many dreams.
See you here, please send a poem
See you next year, wait to visit again.

A bit of love
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
(Wartime evacuation)
Who do you wait for in Mountain Market?
Crossing the bridge, I see a slim figure
The wind blows, the white clouds roam
Buyers are few, lazy wind copper.
I just crossed the mountain and crossed the river
Mourning a boat with no shores
When I see you, my heart is dumbfounded
Shopping is not to wander alone.
The market meets at dawn
You must have stolen my love
Clouds play with the fragile wind
Jealousy, so I had to leave.
My hair still smells like hometown
His soul keeps an oath of remembrance…

MY HOMETOWN
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
My hometown has a river
The boat swims in the middle of the peaceful vastness
Lam River thinks deeply, very much in love
Everyone who has passed will remember the image for a long time.
Deep green fields and deep rivers
Remember the day when we cut the grass, crossed the bridge to visit you
Boats and boats stand and watch
The day I brought you home.
The shade trees around us
Birds come home to build nests, singing to the sky
The poor country is different now than it was before
There is a football field with a place to fly a kite.
The village has changed a lot
Young and lovely girls go home
People are eager to learn the craft
Build a life, full of joy.

WAR TIME LOVE
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
The night falls heavily
Love filled with old times
The sender turned back
Shades of golden afternoon light.
A long night without sleep
Leave someone’s soul empty
Always remember who was waiting
Let your soul dream forever.
Everyone goes one way
I’m back to my old home
Remember to send them all
Into the swaying silk frame.
I go into battle
Our love reigns
I miss the kiss
Remember even when angry.
Even though I love you dearly
Jack comes to have pardon
We have to separate
To do the water work

PREPAIR FOR TET HOLIDAY
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Fresh and fragrant spring
All flowers bloom, full of young branches and buds
Outside the garden birds chirping
Mom and dad are getting ready to take their kids home
Who goes back to the old place with me
In the early spring, the two of you came to visit
Out in the street, children are bouncing around
Round eyes like the wonderful moon
Spring comes boisterously everywhere
Entering the new year, people of honor
Buying furniture, cleaning the house
Preparing for work to welcome spring
Spring comes, white flowers bloom
Sing the song of strong people, rich country
No matter where you roam
The road is far away, but the Strawberry part is still back

PEOPLE DOLLARS
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
My Heart History
A thousand years of shining house song
Lac Son peaceful land
This is where I was born and went to school.
Back in the history of Do Luong
Why are you so worried about the king of love?
The girls are so pretty
Defend the country and build honor for life.
Truong Bon’s motherland is bright
Write history, write love lyrics
Remember when I graduated from school
Away from mother’s arms on the way to the other side.
I leave the old place I love
The destination is the border land of Cao Bang
Then one morning in
Was sent to school as desired.
Destination is Russia
How many days full of lyrics
Now living in the middle of Trang An
The beloved capital is filled with joy.

OATH
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Please keep your oath
I don’t worry about falling in love
Look at the pretty little girl
Make your heart follow me not far
Go back and tell your parents
Buy betel nut to give me a home
Out to heaven and earth to harmonize
I brought the bride as a gift to welcome you.

IF
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
If there is no such day
See you at the end of the road
Now we are not
Remove the reigning pink silk…

A T-SHIRT
My Ao Dai
Bringing the national spirit
Elegance printed with pearl shape
Perfume lotus pond.

HOMESICK
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
(When going abroad)
Only a few months away from home
Why are you so anxious to remember and love
Away from home, miss my mother at school
Remembering the old hometown with a lot of love.
Night lying down to count the spirit
The sacred realm knows you know me
Sit and listen to small stories from far away
But feel like the father’s shadow is still there.
Every day I remember my wife and children
Feelings of many similes in life
Raising children to teach people
Reminds me of an old friend in my hometown.
Remember from the banana tree in the upland
Remember the grapefruit tree gives off a sweet scent
Remember the fish wading in the pond
Remember the mother’s love who dares to forget.

ANTI-EVIDENCE
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Covid has come to an end
Do not show dirt
On the street, on the street everyone
Let’s live happily together, set out life’s work
Take care of your health and have fun
Wash your hands and don’t take off your mask
The medical profession is ready
People should not panic, mentally panic
The Party has thought of the people
Everyone, don’t be afraid, just isolate
Did anyone get sick?
Go out to avoid the accident, why hesitate
All people’s united efforts
Live happily, live healthy and happy.

TROUBADOURS
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Listen to Nghe’s love song
Heart full of passion
Struggling to find someone to sing
Abundant love song
A blind eye
Only the guitar
A reclining hat
His voice echoes far away
I listen to the love song
Strangely sad
A blind man is singing
Love song of life
With only one speaker
Your chorus resounds
Dedicated to the island soldiers
Passionate patriotism.

TEACHER’S PROFESSIONAL STORY
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Teachers prepare lessons day and night
Take care and teach for the longevity of the people
The teacher is really dedicated
Year-round devoted to the profession.
I love being a teacher
How many children are passionate about the word teacher?
Being a teacher must be calculated immediately
Beloved students fall in love with themselves.
Teachers have goodwill
Treat each other fairly and clearly
Love and happy teachers
Be gentle and gentle near and far.
Being a teacher is like being a father
Loved by the people, loved by the people
Being a teacher is more or less difficult
Please don’t worry about falling in love.
Teacher teaches civilized children
My heart is filled with the word love
Leave the umbrella in all directions
In my heart always remember the love of the teacher.

FAMILY
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Born to have a home
If we have a warm family, we will be rich
There needs to be deep love in the house
Brothers unity is the head of glory.
Eating and living must be sincere
Work needs to be clearly defined
Speak and behave firmly
To keep the family safe and secure.
Don’t lean, don’t look, don’t move
Internal affairs do not discuss each other
Life must have before and after
Do not cause pain or loss of love.

ACEPHALOUS
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Watching a leaf fall
In the middle of a dying winter
Grief with regrets
Long days away…

HOMESICK
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
Winter has arrived at home
The branches and leaves make me want to go back
Hope for the scent of pomelo flowers in the countryside
Let me remember the vows of the homeland
Far from home, far from friends, far away from home
How many years, family problems
Now come back to visit my hometown
Meet here respectfully, with a hundred love.

PAST
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
See you in the middle of winter
Grief ignites the fire
Spring knocks on the door today
Why is your heart numb?

THINK
Poetry by Nguyen Khac Man
People wear makeup picky
Fashionable pants with curling figure
And I keep thinking
True direction is the thread of love tied together.

MIND
My hair smells like grapefruit flowers
Contemplative eyes keep a secret charm
The first kiss is still sweet
Spring comes back to remind me of deep love.

MISS HOME II
(Written while away from home)
Afternoon remnants of life
Are you sad?
Now I’m a foreigner
Loneliness sad more.
Twenty years ago
Proud a kiss
Our love in the soul
Like thousands of rays of light
