True joy comes from calmness" - the saying of French writer Victor Hugo is still meaningful to this day when calmness and slow living have become luxury.
SADLY WATCHING THE MOONSET NGUYEN THI HONG NGAT
Life still has a little longing Sending lingering grapefruit fruit on the tree Have anything left in hand But hoping to calculate this and that Loneliness is also abundant Have a little more is not enough Love even though given Still intact the banyan tree in the corner of the garden Even though life is not square and round Green leaves are still vibrant Still leaves are still green My hands prune leaves clinging to branches The sound of birds chirping around every day Forget the years of wear and tear Forget all the clouds flying and wind blowing Hundreds of years old people are still bewildered Thousands of years old also never know wisdom Then no need to be sad Go where, oh distant sail? Bamboo branch drifting in the wind Sadly watching the moon sink shadowy into the night... Silly - wise is still you Still pure with a heart of love!
8. March 2026
THE CAU CHUNG RIVER IS NO LONGER FLOWING HOANG CHIEN THANG
Promise that one day you will come to my hometown Tam Tao mountain, where a Quan Ho river begins You are slender, like the Cau River in front of the wind Loving memories purple all over the sky
So many days, the water keeps being full and empty. You are empty in countless promises. Several round moonlights. Shadows on your feet. Cau River water wading downstream.
There were times when I heard "boi boi la rat dau" (nowhere is it like in the footsteps of English people clumsily waiting for the season to pass in front of me) Imagine floating and drifting...
This indigo shirt is prepared to wait for you. But I am still engrossed in myriad promises. This afternoon's water seems like a waterfall. Pouring into you bamboo and rattan kidneys.
Your indigo shirt is pieced together, stretched out rafts Red river carrying the season through in front of you Images drifting back coldly Hey, my dear, the grass feels sorry for the old season...
This afternoon, the Cau River water seems to be no longer flowing.
Missing my fish, the bird of the sky.4.2026
DESTINY NGO DUC HANH
You shouldn't have met me to receive sadness that rainy day, not every rain makes people feel good.
The sea should not have had waves crashing into the shore for thousands of years, I see the waves out there just bouncing up, I know they will break, why not stop
We used to be wild, only knowing how to wander and wait for the storm you once said beside me, waves melt into thousands of love
Hidden memories with very personal characters standing in front of the sea realizing your little breath secretly layers of waves wave up instinct
That night should not have been without moon to wrap up the lion spirit, the rain should not be noisy and painful to dissolve into each other despite tomorrow's scratches.
The sea and the shore keep kissing endlessly without knowing under the deep seas, millions of years of longing!
1.4.2026
SOI DOAN MANH PHUONG Words once lay on the tongue tongue used to be wise in the mouth Almost lost beautiful sunny days because of the beastly nature of words
Tomorrow teaches us patience to imagine worldly affairs
In the hot and cold, in the prosperity, decline, and decline, the intelligence of the tongue is executed in the battle of the soul. There is a tiger of memories that is both full of sadness and hungry for faith...
Endless open-heart day Maximizing all senses opening and closing intellect, signs of pleasure to understand simply that everyone has a conscience and demons within.
Rubbing on the hair that has turned yellow, the shadow of life passes through the eyes, drifting in the leisure of human fatigue...
Take care of yourself in a new order... 4.
2026
STUNNED KIM QUOC HOA
A dazed look as if bewildered What I feel about poetry and life A dazed look at the sky Injustice is too much, causing people pain A dazed look while fishing Finding a diving lake where there are many A dazed look walking in the late afternoon In my head lingering Tale of Kieu in the old days A dazed look thinking about gains and losses The world is full of deceiving each other A dazed look at the drop of monochord Seemingly gratitude, bridge, who knows?
A dazed look before this world Is it true that the awake, the drunk..., dazed?
4.2026
POET (Prized to NBP) VO SA HA
The strong poems of the past are now writhing. The poems that died a long time ago stand up and smile. Some souls have strayed into the universe. Now returning to pity the orphaned earth.
Flute pulls a fallen star Painful poem tears apart a piece of sky Love breaks in the waterfall, rocks rush to fall Want to run to the future: The bare feet are gone!
Night attracts the deep eyes of the dark caves Moon thanks thanks to bursting vents We die suffocated in cramped cages Sad poems with bitter lips
I collapse, but my poetry still sings The deep sadness shakes the earth and sky Oh noble, please pull me up Suddenly a black bell strikes the bottom of someone's soul...? 4.
2026
