NGO DUC HANH'S EYES I tell heaven and earth, don't get lost in your eyes, there are underground rocks falling onto the wave column, shining with ocean blood I often close my eyes, imagining the salty sea, imagining the abyss under my feet, only half a step away And I shout on Thanksgiving, God raises his arms to save Him who once resurrected and blessed the people God's sins and baptized me I often tell heaven and earth, even if far away, the saints can come back to pray to be humbled before the eyes And kneel before my eyes when night has not yet come, covering the darkness in the sea and shore dream of a million years Eternally building a net of waves.
7.2. 2026
MARCH NGUYỄN VĨNH TIẾN The excitement is over The novel closes Now I fly back to March...
March is mango blossoms Past grandmother's death anniversary, my grandmother's death anniversary...
March, I return to stand - sit At the end of the small balcony, the sky is flying stars...
End of month, end of day Counting forever, it's the same I crave like a guava tree growing roots Useless, but still know where to find...
Like blood knows about the heart Like a rotten tree knows how to sink will be peaceful Like it absorbs the realm of Zen Helping to go, helping to go, helping to go crazy, helping to be stupid...
End of shyness, end of longing, End of memory, will come close to forgetting...
No need for the water to rise, the boat to rise Drifting, I am again drifting in March...
March 2025
WE SHARE HALF OF PEACEFUL TOMORROW Joy and sadness if we know how to split into two Life's path suddenly feels gentle tomorrow Don't accept all the ups and downs Let me carry some of the golden sunshine with you Life's flow, sometimes cloudy, sometimes green So many memories turn into love Smiles hide loneliness Wipe away the bitterness of so many human things We share half of the ups and downs For the poem to connect luggage into life Tomorrow, even if we step over Still shines forever in life in poetry Even if the wind and dust fade We still keep the original dream Hand in hand, walking across the bridge Half sadness, half sorrow, half joy.
Quang Ninh, March 17, 2026
MOC MIEN OH!
LAI THI VIET HA I clumsily picked up a red kapok flower Just falling sideways with the wind down in the communal house yard Messing and shyly bringing it to give to you Oh gentle young man who loves kapok flowers Coming to my hometown, the river Lo water strolling Wearing four seasons of graceful green clothes On the wharf under the mountain water boat, the painting Hoa Thao Giang Da Giang in Bach Hac The words of fate are too much in the lost spring How many afternoons have we been so close Each season of flowers, emotions surge Hand in hand we weave rhymes and weaves fours Feeling sorry for the eyes of bird's feet, contemplating Feeling sorry for the flesh, feeling sorry for the gray hair of time Only the heart surges and overflows And emotions are still youthful and vibrant Red kapok flower letting the sky restlessly You weave rhymes and weaves fours, words of love Moc mien, oh, want to send many things Too rough, still beautiful and fresh! 3.
2026
LIPSTICK STAIN NGUYEN VAN THO The beauty drinks, touches the tea cup, the lipstick stain leaves a mark for me to touch again, fragrant with the scent of love, drunk with the scent of drunk girl, why did you leave so quickly...
Hanoi afternoon, the boiling rain covers everyone's face, everyone says she's gone, only I know you're still there on my teacup, I pick it up, holding my fingers...
Tomorrow is tomorrow, wishing we meet again like a happy day, joys like a normal day, daring to bring the whole earth and sky to exchange for a smile without regret! 3.
2026
GIVING YOU THE ENTIRE KIM QUOC HOA MOON GIVING YOU A moon For the Spring sky to shine brightly far Giving you another flower basket For new joy full of spring vitality Giving you all the time For love for boundless deep affection Giving you the betel-inviting song of the Quan Ho boy who has been waiting for a long time Giving you a boat full of sunshine full of lyrical poetry Even though thousands of miles of long journeys Before and after, we are still ourselves, my dear!
3.2026
