Quote of the Day
The credit
belongs to the man who is actually in the arena ... who strives valiantly, who
errs and comes short again and again -- because there is no effort without
shortcomings -- who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in
the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while
daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls
who know neither victory nor defeat.
- Theodore Roosevelt
Poem of the Day
Lu+?a Que^ Hu+o+ng
(Tha^n go+?i ddo^`ng ba`o va` que^ hu+o+ng Vie^.t Nam)
Nu+?a the^' ky? que^ ta re^n xie^'t
Bo+?i lu~ ngu+o+`i kha'nh kie^.t lu+o+ng ta^m
Qua bao na(m tha'ng ddau tha^`m
Lo`ng da^n, nhu+~ng nu'i lu+?a nga^`m no^? tung!
O+i nu'i lu+?a ba vu`ng dda^'t nu+o+'c
Tu+` tim ho^`ng du~ng lu+o+.c lu+?a reo
Que^ ta, da^~u cho^'n que^ nghe`o
Da^n ta, da^~u chi.u bao nhie^u ddau buo^`n!
Nhu+ng ngo.n lu+?a can tru+o+`ng cao nga^'t
Va^~n oai hu`ng ba^'t khua^'t, dda^'u tranh
DDu+'ng le^n no^'i bu+o+'c cha anh
Cu`ng nhau de^.t la.i mo^.ng la`nh cho que^
Ki`a, buo^n ba?n, lu+?a the^`
ru+.c cha'y
Trong dde^m dden dde^? tha^'y bi`nh minh
Nha^n quye^`n ddo`i la.i cho mi`nh
Ru+`ng xanh thi` pha?i ru+`ng xanh tra? ve^`!
Nhu+~ng nu'i lu+?a lo`ng que^ lan ro^.ng
Na`y An Giang anh du~ng, dduo^'c ngu+o+`i
Lu+?a ho+`n cao nga^'t lu+ng tro+`i
Hy sinh vi` dda.o, vi` ddo+`i, vi` que^ !
Lu+?a soi to? ddu+o+`ng ve^` chi'nh nghi~a
Lu+?a go.i ngu+o+`i ngu? tre^~, mo+ say
Lu+?a thie^ng ddo^'t sa.ch ddo.a dda^`y
DDo^'t tha`nh tro bu.i ba`n tay gie^'t ngu+o+`i !
DDa^y, nu'i lu+?a vu`ng tro+`i xu+' Hue^'
Cha'y trong lo`ng dda^'t me. nhu+ mo+
Lu+?a reo trong no'n ba`i tho+
Tre^n ta` ao' lu.a va`ng bo+` so^ng Hu+o+ng
Lu+?a se~ sa'ng pho^' phu+o+`ng Ha` No^.i
Lu+?a bu+`ng le^n, lu+?a to+'i Sa`i Go`n
Lu+?a o+i, be^`n nhe' trong ho^`n
Lo`ng que^ co`n lu+?a, ta co`n que^ hu+o+ng!
Ngo^ Minh Ha(`ng
A Poet's Pen
A slender tool of any shade
scores convolutions upon
the tender, teeming minds of poets.
The quill is inked by imagination,
as it inhales each wonder possible
and transforms them into language
to be interpreted by all.
Heavy strokes a poet's pen makes,
defining and defying the boundaries
of the endless pool of given words
simmering in intellect.
And a poet's pen keeps scrawling
as a poetic soul keeps feeling,
and it shall never stop drafting,
scribbling, and copying
until it paints a perfect picture
of its holder's essence.
Julie Duong
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