Quote of the Day
"Luck is
a matter of preparation
and meeting new opportunity"
Quang Nguyen
Poem of the Day
Anh thu+ Ngo.c Ha.nh
Na`ng dda~ dde^'n nhu+ mo^.t va^`ng tra(ng sa'ng
Mang ha`o quang cu?a thuo+? Trie^.u Tru+ng xu+a
Ho^m nay tro+`i California bu+`ng le^n khi' the^'
Nu+'c lo`ng theo lo+`i ke^? cu?a anh thu+
Gio.ng na(.ng ti`nh tra^`m bo^?ng cha(?ng thie^'u du+
Nghe nhu+ tha^'y mo^.t tra^.n ddo^` ca?m tu+?
He` na(m 2000 Pha'p xu+'
Nga`y co^.ng Phie^u dde^'n vie^'ng dde^? kie^'m tie^`n
Nhu.c xin a(n cu?a dda.i die^.n dda?ng ddo^.c quye^`n
Co+` ddo? ma'u bi. thie^u tha`nh tro bu.i
Kho^ng du+`ng la.i bo+?i tra^.n dda^`u kho^ng la` cuo^'i
DDe^'n Lua^n DDo^n vu+`a va`o thu qua^.t kho+?i
Go+.i 55 na(m - nga`y co^.ng cu+o+'p chi'nh quye^`n
Xa^m nha^.p va`o pho`ng la~nh su+.
Pho'ng hoa? ddo^'t no+i ca'o cho^`n a^?n tru'
Co+` co^.ng no^ sau ddo' cu~ng ru.i theo
La' co+` va`ng so.c ddo? Ha.nh treo
Bay pha^'t pho+'i nhu+ nhu+~ng nga`y tha'ng tru+o+'c
Mang tho^ng ddie^p: kho^ng tu+. do trong nu+o+'c
To^n gia'o bi. ba'ch ha.i, la~nh dda.o bi. tu` lao
Gio'ng tie^'ng chuo^ng cho the^' gio+'i nhi`n va`o
Na`ng ddu+'ng la(.ng ye^n
Tha^n hi`nh be' nho?
Go^ng sa('t kia xie^'t cha(.t ddo^i tay
Tu` bie^.t giam
Cu+.c hi`nh kho^ng na?n
Tuye^.t thu+.c pha?n kha'ng
Y' chi' hie^n ngang
Kho^ng ke'm anh hu`ng trai tra'ng
Toa` a'n lua^.n ba`n
Tha'n phu.c lo`ng qua? ca?m
Sa'u tha'ng tu` -ti`nh, ly', to^.i hoa` tan
Ba^`u nhie^.t huye^'t tra`n lan
DDem ngo.n lu+?a dda^'u tranh gia?i na.n
Ye^u da^n to^.c, gieo ti`nh nha^n ba?n
Nhu.c gio^'ng no`i tru+o+'c quo^'c ma^'t gia vong
Ho+~i nhu+~ng tra'i tim co`n do`ng ma'u La.c Ho^`ng
No^'i ke^'t la.i, ddu+`ng hu+~ng ho+` chi nu+~a!
DDo' vo+'i dda^y nhu+~ng cuo^.c ddo+`i dang do+?
Ngoa?nh ma(.t sao dda`nh vo+'i qua' khu+' thu+o+ng ddau
Hie^.n tai. kia la` ngu.c to^'i kho^? sa^`u
Ta sao no+~ la.nh lu`ng nhi`n the^' cuo^.c?
Anh chi. o+i, ha~y quye^'t lo`ng cu'u nu+o+'c!
Ca^`n nhu+~ng ba`n tay xie^'t cha(.t ba.n ddo^`ng ha`nh
Mong mo^.t nga`y li.ch su+? sa'ng danh
Nga`y da^n to^.c ddu+o+.c quye^`n la`m ngu+o+`i so^'ng!
Ho^.i tru+o+`ng ho^m nay sa('c ma`u ca?m ddo^.ng
Tie^'ng “hoan ho^ Ngo.c Ha.nh” vang re^`n
Gio+'i tre? gia` xu'c ddo^.ng ngo+.i khen
Nhie^`u phu. nu+~ va^y quanh ha~nh die^.n
Tu+` A^u sang My~, tu+` Ba('c xuo^'ng Nam
Thu? ddo^ ty. na.n ho^m nay hu+`ng hu+.c lu+?a
Ha`o khi' trong ti`nh thu+o+ng chan chu+'a!
Giang Ta^n
The Tail of a Bird
A nest high up in a tree,
Nothing special, but now it's mine,
Because she was forced away.
Looking at a man, a boy, a dog,
I'm free in my own world,
Flying through somebody else's world.
The inspiration of a poet, a song,
As I pose on a wall, observing life,
I sing a tune, an attempt to put smiles
On a face I've never seen before.
And I watch an old friend of mine,
Encircled in her own metallic world.
No. No space at all to fly.
And then I think of us,
Endless days chasing each other,
Listening to the lovers under our tree
Talking about love, kissing, hugging,
While we sang our song for them.
Goodbye my friend. I must live on,
But I will never forget you.
Javier Flores
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