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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

Your Thought Of Art And Poetry

Please feel free to drop by and leave your thought, your art, your music, your poetry, or whatever you wanna share. Enjoy your life and your art. Thanks for dropping and leaving your footprints on this thread . Have a restful day and night.

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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

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The Sorrowful Autumn
(Specially written for my friend artist Fred Jinkins)


Summer is drifting further away
leaving behind an adoring sensation

Autumn is coming
and
creating
a confusing moment
as the breezy wind rustles inside tree canopies
when it’s blowing colorful leave.

White cloud forms a mournful headband on the sky
during the long funeral;
in
which
it grieves for the dying summer.
Hot and dried weather would be fully buried
under layers of soggy leaves and rainfalls.

As if it were yesteryear,
farewell footprints
from the last Fall
still
could be seen
on the olden trail.
Somehow it arises inside my inner self
a wild-wild dream of strolling around on the lost path again.

Life in exile is always as painful as it would be
I often feel as if I were a dying leaf
drifting
very far away
from the main branch
of my former homeland.

My emotion has been entwined like a tangled roll
that would have ever been undone
to its original norm
and form
again.

08-9-2917
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca




Triste Automne

L'été dérive plus loin
laissant derrière lui une sensation adorante

L'automne arrive
et
créant
un moment confus
alors que le vent souffle dans les auvents
quand il souffle des feuilles colorées.

Le nuage blanc forme un
bandeau de deuil
sur le ciel
pendant les funérailles longues;
dans
lequel
Il pleure l'été mourant.
Le temps chaud et sec serait entièrement enterré
sous des couches de feuilles empilées et de pluies.

Comme si c'était autrefois,
empreintes d'adieu
depuis le dernier automne
encore
pourrait etre vu
sur l'ancien sentier.
D'une façon ou d'une autre, elle se pose à l'intérieur de moi-même
un rêve sauvage de se promener sur le chemin perdu à nouveau.

La vie en exil est toujours aussi pénible que ce serait
J'ai souvent l'impression d'être une feuille mourante
dérive
très loin
de la branche principale
de mon ancienne patrie.

Mon émotion a été entrelacée comme un rouleau enchevêtrement
cela aurait été annulé
à sa norme d'origine
et forme
encore.

08-9-2917
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

 

Bill Tomsa

4 Years Ago

In the southwest autumn is welcomed
It signals a time of cooler weather

A time to enjoy the desert outdoors
It signals a time that's always better.

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Bill Tomsa

https://billtomsa.blogspot.com/

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

Nice to see you dropping by, Bill. Have a restful evening, my friend.

 

Bill Tomsa

4 Years Ago

Thank you my friend and same to you.

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Hello my friend, good to see you here again amongst us and for a start, I just feel it important to post a quote from my collection of quotes.
This one resonates so much for me, it is about art, life, love.............and, shall be back soon with more to share...........thanks for the thread.
Always glad to share art, life, love, with you. I might add another to this post in the way of Art.........mine, of course, lol..............VIVA


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VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

As to sharing Art...........hope you like this: it has the most visitors, and is my favourite, too.................................

one of the quotes I chose for this, in the description........................



"I'll dip my brush into the sunrise, and the sunset, and the rainbow. " ~ Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett.


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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

Good morning my dear friend Vivian. Thank you very much. It's nice to see you dropping by and leaving the quote and your awesome painting. A nice day and a restful weekend to Tom, Vivian and everybody.




An echo to y painting Rainbow Clouds



Hope

What's going down must go up
sooner or later
for
sure.

The sun always comes out after heavy rain;
we might see the clear sky
with a beautiful rainbow
in full spectrum
of
colours.

So long as we keep our hope intact,
everyone one of us will see the bight sunlight
after many days
in
the dark.

09-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca



 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Viet..........I find your thoughts so uplifting........and am honoured to have inspired you..............We see the light, it is, fantastic.

 

Natalie Holland

4 Years Ago

Nice to see you, Viet!

Sharing one of my favorites quotes.......Follow your heart but take your brain with you. - Alfred Adler

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



@ Vivian: How is the weather in Sidney, my friend?

@ Natalie: Long time no talk. Nice to see you dropping with your favorite quote, my friend. I think when you follow your heart, you'll lose your brain. Have a restful evening.



 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

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"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." ~ Oscar Wilde



An echo to the quote by Alfred Adler: "Follow your heart but take your brain with you."




No Logic in Romaine

She prefers to take the brain with her,
whenever, she follows her heart
on the path
of
romaine.

Alas, it’d be totally worthless;
simply, ’cause, there’d be absolutely
no logic in love
for
the brain
to comprehend.

As soon as, she falls into it;
her mind is blind;
her heart is lost
she’s drowned
deep
deeper
deepest
‘til she hits the bottom of the ocean o’ love
and gets stuck there for the rest of her life

It's nearly impossible say good bye;
unless, she wanna get out of it
with
a troublesome mind
and a shattered heart.

09-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Viet, the weather, ahhhhhhhhhh Sydney.............it is already balmy in daylight, still chilly at night, and DRY.........I give thanks.............considering the weather worldwide...........
I pray for the wellbeing of our fellow humans enduring nature's 'gifts' to remind us of how powerless we really are..........the lions know.
Here's a weather image for you from my main street in beautiful, ritzy Mosman, just north of city centre, across the Harbour Bridge...........a recent photo.........
an Aboriginal name of the Whale..........The Aboriginals were our 'first' settlers 40,000 years ago!


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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago

My dear friend Vivian. Thank you very much for your reply. You're lucky to live in Australia - a rich country with abundant natural resources. I love Aussies's romantic accent.

I’m poetically inspired by your comment "I pray for the well-being of our fellow humans enduring nature's 'gifts' to remind us of how powerless we really are..........the lions know.".




Pollution: How Would We Deal With It?

It’s up to us to take whatever best
for us and for our own lives.
no one would dare
challenge
us.

Why would they would care?
unless,
we’re
their loved ones.

So
go ahead
keep praying
if you truly believe in God,
who knows
He might help you cope with your own mess.
or
you
would do
whatever make you feel at ease
from the cluttered rubbish which we've dumped around our own home.

I myself believe
I’m the one
who has dug up my own hole
I
must
fill it up by myself
if I wanna get out of it.

It time for us to stop polluting:
the air we breathe,
the food we eat,
the water we drink,
the space we live in…

What the heck are we waiting for?
Let’s do it together
in our own way.
you pray;
I act.

10-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca

 

Peggy Collins

4 Years Ago

Katz
they have crazy eyes
that shine like devils in the dark
They leave their mark
on my innards
in ways i can't describe

Dogz
they have hopeful eyes
that beg you to love them
I never want to leave them
on this plane or the next
they are my favorites

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Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



Nice to see you here, Peggy. Thank you for your poems: Kats and Dogs. . Victoria's sky is clearer, because we have got some rainfall in the at two days. I hope the wildfire smoke would have been cleared up in your area and you would breathe fresh air too.

 

Peggy Collins

4 Years Ago

Hi Viet. Yes, we got some rain yesterday finally and it might happen again today so the smoke has cleared away. We've had about three weeks of smokey skies here on the Sunshine Coast. We really need more rain though, don't we? I just went for a hike and the air is intoxicatingly fresh for a change.

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Viet, for your insightful response to me, and I think your words.............
"
Let’s do it together
in our own way.
you pray;
I act. "

should/could easily be the mantra for all humanity.

 

Kenneth Agnello

4 Years Ago

Viet,

My thought of the day is I am glad you are back with the thread...was wondering how it disappeared. Glad to see your return! Keep the writing and poetry a'coming.

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



Good evening EVERYONE.
Thank you very much Peggy, Vivian, and Ken. I appreciate your dialogues that make me feel connected to the outside world.

@ Peggy: Happy to hear that the air quality on your Sunshine Coast is much better now. In Victoria, the sun is back today and the atmosphere has becoming little bit murky by the end of the day. According to the local weather forecast, it'll be sunny in the next two weeks. Therefore, we may breathe the badly smokey air again.

@ Vivian: The world, we live in, has increasingly drifted apart. It is too far to build any bridge between the left and the right. Anyway, you and i won't be here to witness the doomsday of mankind. I think we'd better take the best of each day, don't you agree?

@ Ken: Nice to see your dropping by my thought-provoking artist. The past has gone, wouldn't it be better to leave it alone? In addition, it seems impossible to predict what would be in the future. Let's celebrate this instant moment, my friend.

Enjoy a restful evening,

 

VIVA Anderson

4 Years Ago

Good advice, Viet......thank you.
I'm glad to see Kenneth back, too.

 

Karen Newell

4 Years Ago

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Embracing a Dream

I met her
in a dream
last night
where
our hearts
began to heal.

A sacred needle
of peace
strung
with infinite love
patiently began to sew
the scars
of our long separation.

Karen Newell
9/11/17

 

Marlene Burns

4 Years Ago

MY only contribution to this thread will be to sit back and luxuriate in your words, Viet, that scream across miles with such quiet truth.....

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago


Good morning all. Thank you Vivian, Karen, and Marlene. Your conversations have given me a good feeling of having human touch with you.

@ Vivian: Go with your comfy flow, my friend. Don't take my lousy advise, otherwise you might end up in a ditch -lol.

@ Karen: Long time no contact. Interesting to read your nice poem and viewing your new artwork. I hope to read more.

@ Marlene: You're a very talented artist. Each time, you drop by, you inspire me by your creativity. It makes me think of how I could bring my poetry to your creative level.

A Note to my friend Ed Meredith: I hope you are safe and sound while Irma is pounding on Florida. Take care, Ed.

Enjoy your day, my friend

 

Viet Tran

4 Years Ago



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True Love Has No Sex

She is very attractive,
Her eyes are in deep blue
as the color of a mystic sky
in
one of van Gogh’s paintings.

Her gentle nature makes her
a perfect female
the best dream
of
every man.
He feels very relaxed in his trouble-free time with her.

Unlike his former relationship with other females,
he falls in love with her
purely
from his heart
without any sexual desire attached.

He enjoys putting her on his lap,
running his fingers through her hair
to sense the softness on her neck
while
listening to her moan
of purring in orgasm…

After going through hell from different failed relationships,
he has totally lost trust in women
in general.
so
he can only rely on her
he has never considered her as a pet
but a trustworthy companion for the rest of his life


11-09-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Tran
www.papercollage.ca

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Jim Taylor

4 Years Ago

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Late Bus

I saw you waiting for that bus
the one that is always late
in between a dream

you looked so patient
as you let the wind caress your hair
I thought I heard some tires moan
or maybe the breeze through the trees

I hope your safe in the night
on that bench alone
hoping your bus arrives soon
under an old street lamp like moon

Jim Taylor 9/10/2017

 

Viet Tran

9 Days Ago


An echo to Skip Hunt's Image on Climate
(Source: Please click on the link for the related image https://scontent.fyvr4-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.30808-6/p960x960/241296351_10159729369496926_7558645993926261273_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-5&_nc_sid=730e14&_nc_ohc=AoGFHnCKO6wAX8VlaLU&_nc_ht=scontent.fyvr4-1.fna&oh=a10329f529b2b477d1f3d0d94dd64f99&oe=614ABC5C)

Tanka on Climate Change

our house is on fire
nature cannot take no more
man’s boundless abuse
for all beings’ survival
we must act before too late

Thao Chuong (9-17-2021)

 

Ken Walker

8 Days Ago

This is an allegory on addiction:

Greeting the day, I come here at the top of the mountain to soak in your beauty,
something so unattainable.
I should scanter away to the safety of covering, but I endure the passion,
the heat of you,
Blinded I’ve become by your gaze. You touch my skin, I feel your wrath,
but I cannot look away.
A mist, a vapor that only night’s embrace can heal is all that is left of me.
But tomorrow will be different
Greeting the day, I come here at the top of the mountain to soak in your beauty,
something so unattainable.
I should scanter away to the safety of covering, but I am insane.
Tomorrow does not come
I am the sun, and she is me. Then how can we ever part?
I am alone.
Greeting the day, I come here at the top of the mountain to soak in your beauty,
Something so unattainable.
I should scanter away to the safety of covering, but I am dead.
Ice. No more.





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Jim Taylor

7 Days Ago

Bamboo scratch

Bamboo back scratcher
I have one in every room
Looks like a slender arm
With a hand fixed in scratching mode
Feels like the hand of God
Best thing that ever came from China
Probably one of the first things imported
And most useful
For a dollar
You are set for life
With itchy back remediated
I’m not a dog with long hind legs
With those long dog toe nails
Although if you use it on a dog
He will melt
And come back for more

James 9- 18 21

 

Viet Tran

7 Days Ago

Thank you Ken and Jim. Both poems have brought lots of thought to my mind


Here is my echo to Ken's poem "an allegory on addiction"


Mankind’s Damn Addiction

mankind is addicted
one way or another
to
what
he wants
(a selfish desire for ownership)
not to what he essentially needs for his living

he often spends most his time
not
to live
in happiness
or in harmony with
other beings and nature

human habitually does everything he could
including mass-murdering
exploiting mother nature
destroying his own living refuge
he commits those dreadful evils
to achieve his fancy dream of
getting more and more
authority
money
glory
sex
and other stuffs

possession is kinda man’s
most serious
addiction
that leads to millions of deaths per year
it has also seriously wrecked
all living beings’ habitat
our only beloved
mother
earth

it is worse than any substance abuse
which is socially blamed
for endless loss
of lives
of many addicts'
(mainly the homeless
and people with mental disability)

a man must be somewhat satisfied
when he feels
he has achieved all what
he always dreams of
and craves for
in life

what heck does a society expect him to do anything against his will
why the hell does anyone else tell him
whether he should do it or not

he is neither a billionaire
on his own luxury yacht
surrounded
by
prettily sexy girls
nor he is a celebrity with millions of fans

he ain’t on the top of the world
in fact he often sleeps
in the open air
on park benches
or on pavements
of downtown side streets

he enjoys sitting on garbage-strewn ground
at a corner of filthy alleys in any Chinatown
he puts his back
against a urinated wall
full of hand-drawings and annoying poetry

whenever he gets high
he feels great of himself and of the world
he becomes absolutely free
like
a bird
flying into infinite sky
and happy as a dog without flea

the overwhelming instant
provides him
with
a splendid feeling
of transforming into a superbeing
or kinda
an almighty god
with an absolute power of boundless imagination

between the two chronic addicts
oh substance abuse
the homeless
that kills himself
for his own ecstasy
and the emperor
that mercilessly murders others
for his own power and possession of more territories

which one
is
the more destructive man

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9-19-2021

 

Douglas Brown

7 Days Ago


It breaks,
It cracks,
It opens up,
It can do so much,
with your human touch.

It’s a response,
an impulse,
look in the mirror,
see one now.

A pick me up,
a blessing to feel,
it’s simply a smile,
so share one now.

 

Viet Tran

4 Days Ago

Mid Autumn Moon Festival

the full moon looked like a silver sphere
brightly shining
on the light blue
sky
last night

the temperature oddly dropped
to one digit
overnight

i walked on bare feet this morning
as usually
on
wet sand
at low tide
by water edge
by 7 am
it wasn’t too freezingly cold
yet i could feel
the irritating cold
somehow
started
biting my skin
penetrating my flesh
radiating into my bones

it’s only the first day of fall
but
on lunar calendar
it’s already mid-autumn
many Asians, mainly Chinese
celebrates Mid-autumn Moon Festival
with colorful lanterns hanging around towns

having lived for too long in Canada
i no longer pay much attention to
and nearly forget about
this joyful annual
celebration,
as i used to when i was a little kid

somehow my routine
walk
on Esquimalt lagoon
at seven this morning
brought me back to my childhood’s delight.

the rare view
of
mid autumn full moon
that was sinking in the north
crawling down
on treetops of Mt. Triangle
then disappeared
in
the shady background
of Bear Mountain

at the same time
I look at the south
(in opposite direction)
a huge red sun was slowly rising up
from the silhouette
of the City of Victoria
when it nearly reached the top of Fisgard Lighthouse
reflections of its bright lights
on calm surf
looked like trillions of twinkle stars
dancing in front of my eyes

the moment on the first day of fall
has awesomely reminded
me
of
my forgotten
wonders in the past
next year, i'd take my grandkids
to the Victoria's Chinatown
for the Mid-autumn Moon Festival


Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9-21-2021


 

Ken Walker

4 Days Ago

Still learning the ropes hear. Just wrote this for a piece about my love for my daughter

Placed in my arms,
So overwhelmed, frantic love.
Nothing I had ever done was as important -
Holding you in my arms in that moment,
Uncertainly filled the room, but it was only about you,
Latching onto my finger,
New, frail, needing Daddy,
A bond shaping our hearts,
Everything we were and would become.
I wonder how I could have been granted such a wonderous life,
A rare piece of your mother,
But only God knows.
I am gladly here to witness each glorious step,
Stand tall for you to lean on,
Guide you when you’ve lost your way.
The love of a Father is the light that shines the path,
A canopy that covers us both.
It reaches out to surround you.
This is your identity.
This is your strength.
You are cherished,
You are valued,
And you have your Father’s Love.

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Scorpion Design

4 Days Ago

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BA Tripi

4 Days Ago

MAKE LIFE MOVE
B. A. Tripi

"My painting is personal, a small splinter of my soul, feelings that demand
release through my fingertips."
The red hot roar
Flashes across the sky of inner thought
Vibrant from volcanic ash
His eyes watch
never allowing sleep
Restless life, the smell of fall leaves
Burning
Nothing so crisp
so magical
as the child-woman's memory
Flash army green eyes
Quick fingers move black curls
Dance on imagination's hillside
Soft dawn to cuddle
The sky behind you throbs
Brilliant shades of
Orange Red Pink
Colors of
Lips Wombs Cotton Candy
Beat the rhythms
Restless sensations
Your dreams?
Life's in the flow
Its roots run deep
Planted beneath your feet!
"I'll paint this one day!"



 

BA Tripi

4 Days Ago

"Is it in your dreams
Your soul folds her arms
Around you?
Your dreams provide
Clues to knowing
Your deeper self.
Reality can seldom - - - if ever
Be as rich as this
Dreamy place."

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BA Tripi

4 Days Ago

"Creation is the love affair
You have with your own spirit.
The deeper the affair
The richer the spirit.
In many of the dances
The dancers become lovers."

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BA Tripi

4 Days Ago

"Masks hold endless appeal.
They are full of human drama and spirit.
Man seems to use masks as an ingredient
Of self expression

Canvas Art

 

Viet Tran

3 Days Ago

Thanks Douglas, Ken, Scorpion Design.

Wow...What an art and poetic moment, BA TRIPI.


I have found an old poem of mine - an echo to Ken's, Ed's, and Kev's poetry about time



Time to Live or Time to Waste

"sorry
no time
I'm busy"
what's wrong with those guys
who always say the nonsense
whenever someone asks them for direction
or stops them for some essential reasons in a moment

they have the exactly same amount of time
as anyone else living on this earth
sixty minutes an hour
twenty-four hours a day
seven days a week
or fifty-two weeks
per year

it's bizarre
they don't have
even
a second
to smile or to say hi
or to spend a couple minutes
to interact with other humans

in a hurry
as always
they act
as if
the planet earth would be going to collapse
or the sky would be about to fall down
and their lives would come to an end

if they were smart enough
they would slow down
take a break
sit back
relax
they might find much more time
not only to live
but also to fulfill endless things
in their damn
short
limited
living time

why the heck they usually act in a hurry
as if they are at the final moment
of their own doomsday
to hell?

Thao Chuong
2015-09-22

 

Viet Tran

3 Days Ago

Wall Art

I have viewed and read Jim Taylor's art and poetry for many years. He has amazed me with his sense of light humor and simplicity which make me smile and gain a peaceful sense.


Jim's poem Bamboo Scratch has sunk into my mind for a couple days, until I'm able to poetically echo his humor


Made-in-China Reputation

he absolutely has no concern of any side effect
yet, he refuses to take the medication
recently prescribed
by
his physician.

since he feels no pain
and he can tolerate the itch
he sees no good point
to add another drug
onto his long list
of
daily
remedies
he dun wanna become
a walking medicine cabinet

furthermore, he knows for sure
it ain’t a disease
no human being has ever died of it
his common sense makes him think
he is damn right
as
always
in his strong belief
from an immense ego

his common sense
in this specific
case
is neither socially common
nor medically makes any sense
the dermatologist has diagnosed
his itchy back
and confirmed
he is undoubtedly allergic
to unknown chemicals on fabrics
of those made-in-China clothes
he has always put on
to cover his body for many years

to get rid
of
his itchy back
either would he be totally naked
or must he have to throw away
all his cheaply made-in-China garments
then he’d better buy high-end attires
costly made in the United States of America
yet they are too expensive to afford
only for the rich
not for a guy of the middle class like him

anyway, his itchy back is a “made-by-China” problem
thus, he has to look
for
a “made-in-China” solution

it was quite a relief
he was able to find
a bamboo back scratcher
at one of various “dollar stores” in his neighborhood
it costs
only
one buck each
plus about one dime of sale tax
(who the hell can escape the taxman?)
he bought more than ten of those
and put them around his house

he’s very delighted
it helps him scratch effectively
the impossible-hand-reaching spots
on his itchy
back
those always irritates him
and sometime drives him insane

now it’s quick and very easy
he can nick as long as he needs
‘til he’s fully satisfied
without much effort
and any extra
sweat

he believes
the bamboo back scratcher
is not only the simplest invention
but also the best solution
to human’s itchy back
most importantly it is likely
the only working made-in-China product
which has been found in America so far
all other stuffs imported from China are but rubbish

hey,
stop complaining
keep your mouth shut
you get what you pay
what else to expect?

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9-23-2021



 

Ed Meredith

3 Days Ago

Jim and Viet's poems with things made in China
made me dig into my archives and look for this one:




While dining in a restaurant for lunch today, couldn’t help but to overhear,
OK eavesdrop if you will, a conversation between a Tai Chi student and
another of Tae Kwon Do, They were seated at the next table debating
and talking about their personal choice of Marshal Art and the idea of the Buddha.


So Buddha and i
began to play
and on our napkin
we had this to say:

happy Buddha
sad Buddha
mad Buddha
glad Buddha
made in China
Buddha

just turn him over and you’ll see
printed on his plastic ass
no warning of toxic paints
or the expulsion of poison gas

the only thing you’ll find there
is the only thing to be seen
those three famous words
Made in China or fabriqués en Chine…

ed meredith
08-29-2015

 

Ken Walker

3 Days Ago

Interesting, so much good poetry. I'm just learning to share my thoughts in more poetic form. Here is a latest:

VIET, thanks for having this here. Wonderful poetry.

I watched the Ancient One wield his katana.
Wind parts,
An artist's brush, precise and colorful,
light shining off the blade,
blinding purity.
Enemies run from the way of it.
Every step forward –
Bold
Every strike orchestrated –
Elegant
The message of the warrior that day,
lost to me
but for a single cautious tear
running down the old man’s cheek.
I’ve read the story wrong.
Not to feel love’s pain,
Or death’s fear -
This is not the way of the warrior.
Passion in life.
Movement through fear.
All with purpose.
With honor,
This is the way of the Samurai.
I have found my resolve.


Artist Note: "Today was an especially challenging day for me - confronted with some personal weakness that finally manifested themselves in real life. Left drained, my inclination is to run away and hide. To shut down and be still. So I ran into the world of my art. But I could not hide from the muse within who did not want to be silent or still. As this came into formation, I stopped and was immediately captured by the elegant violence of the piece. The teacher inside spoke, "You must move through the pain and fear with passionate resolve. Only then will the battle be won."


Wall Art

 

Ed Meredith

3 Days Ago

Viet your poem "Man is Often in Need of God It's Why Christianity on the Rise”
caused Theologically Ambiguous echos in my mind…



Theologically Ambiguous Universe
mythopoetic

what’s been written here
on this thread of thoughts
which found within my mind
a response in kind
spoken in tongues
understood
when looking out
to see the universe
then within
again the universe
endless beyond the knowable
behind the curtain
of empty emptiness
that's some how filled
with the impossible
improbable
indefinable

no cosmic magicians are found
or magic wands appearing things in a flash
pulling a man out of hat
out of the mud to name things
this and that
here on this sphere
In the mirror
of the ever expanding firmament

or does the watchmaker
who wound it all up
sit back with Jack
Daniel's that is
enjoying blow by blow the show
that fills the aloneness of his eternity
amusingly

edmeredith
09/23/2021


i am the Universe realizing itself in the form that is me

 

Ed Meredith

2 Days Ago

.
.I Learn It All At The Movies


there were no books
where i grew up
never saw a dictionary
or a bible
never heard of the koran
or read the vedas
i saw a yellowing Zane Grey paperback
in my parents bedroom once

it was cockroaches
rodents
family brawls
and drunkenness
it was ugly
it was family
it was home

my brother and i did go to the movies
now and then
Saturday matinees
fifteen cartoons
a couple of serial cliff hangers
a double feature
and some popcorn on occasion
all for just twenty five cents
two bits

the movies
yeah
that’s were i learned about love, loyalty, patriotism and how to commit a crime
and get away with it
hell
i even learned how to use a knife and fork like the Europeans
so i wouldn't get caught as a spy by the Nazis

and of course
i learn all about good and evil and morality
from those big epic
biblical films
so i didn’t need to go to any church
and I didn’t need to read the bible thanks to Cecil B
i'm ready for my closeup Mr DeMille

yeah
i learned it all at the movies


ed meredith
09/24/2021

 

Ed Meredith

2 Days Ago

A very clumsy echo to Ken's way of the Samurai:



One Coming Together One Moment

through
a low door
a tall samurai
bows in humility
to enter the teahouse
with an act of vulnerability
placed his sword on a rack outside
to sit with others no weapons of protection
In a small windowless room without distraction
where all are equals save for the tea-master creating
one coming together one moment that will never happen again
with consciousness cultivated the tea ceremony brings it's once-in-a-lifetime
moment enriching the most mundane aspects of living as they turn their attention inward


ed meredith
09/24/2021

 

Ken Walker

1 Day Ago

Ed, love your input here. I learned a lot at the movies. Funny. I often use the movies as a way to bring a visual to the things I've learned (for real), Great poem.

BTW - to all the great poets here, from a beginner. When I can, I'm trying to learn how to space the thoughts (I had been writing more prose) through line breaks and enjambment - I can see that some thoughts can have more meaning by simply using enjambment. something ya'll do here. BUT, and this is a style thing I guess, some line breaks I don't quite understand and are hard for me to read, while others I totally get. What I'd also like to learn is what ED did with his poem "One Coming Together One Moment" VERY COOL. I remember seeing some poets create a picture like this using the arrangement of the sentences. Very nice.

So once again, you'll have to excuse if I don't have the line breaks/enjambments placed as well as maybe it could be.

THE MORNING THAT NEVER WAS

I long for the morning
that never was. In my mind
I go there often and replay the events
before today. Everything was
Simpler, perfect
In the morning that never was.
Fractured
parts of my heart fight
to hold onto the mirage: I was happy
in the morning that never was.
“Magical Tranquility awaits us
in the morning that never was,”
They say, “Look away!
Look away!
Come to where tangerine clouds frolic
through pink skies, the sun never sets
on the morning that never was.
All is merry and bright,
euphoria for the wishful heart.
Nothing to see here. Whisk us away
to the morning that never was.
Life is what story we believe
Let us stay here and dream of
the morning that never was.”
But how can we stay?
And what awaits us there?
Nothing,
Ever after
in the morning that never was.

Art Prints

 

Viet Tran

1 Day Ago

Thank you very much Ken and Ed. Awesome poems to read and to be digested..


An echo for Ed's poetic moment of Buddha


Kill the Buddha-on-the-Road

Buddhist sage Lin Chi told his disciples in the ninth century
“kill the Buddha, if you happen to meet him on the road”
his strong statement sound extremely violent
it was against the essence
of
Buddhism

yet it undoubtedly abounded
and astounded Buddhists typical views
of motionlessness
tranquility
stillness
calm

no external Buddha
would be able
to liberate
his own
tainted mind
from biases and prejudices

it is only man
he
himself
could free him
from being chained and shackled
by doctrine and religious teachings

he would better search
not the outer-universe
but his inner self
for
enlightenment

only the Buddha-within
could help
him
dispose
of all sufferings
and find his own living paradise
of
love
peace
harmony
and compassion

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9-25-2021

 

Ken Walker

1 Day Ago

Interesting VIET. I am amazed that you have words to share, no matter the topic. Hmmm, perhaps a challenge? LOL Name a topic and see what you have ready to go? TRULY AMAZED ! AND your depth and amass of artful poetry. You astound me my friend :)

 

Viet Tran

21 Hours Ago

Thank you very much, Ken. I write poetry the same way as I had to write my teachers' home assignment in my school years - LOL.


Caught in the Fight Between America and China

“getting
caught in the fight
between a bull and a buffalo
flies and mosquitoes often become victims and die”,
said a Vietnamese proverb.

it was exactly the circumstance
O Canada
she became a victim
when she somehow got caught
in
deadlock fights
of the trades war
between China and the United States of America

under political pressure from her “Southern big brother”
Canada had no other option
than playing a legal card
in her lengthy extradition
against
Meng Wanzhou
the top executive of China’s powerful Huawei

not much surprise
China
quickly retaliated
this world-renown bully
detained two Canadian citizens
on deceitfully fabricated charges of espionage
(made-in-China as cheaply as all of its rubbish products)

the two Canadians were in bad luck
to be
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
they had been held hostage
inside a red bamboo curtain
for nearly three
years

fortunately, the partisan landscape
in the US of A
had significantly changed
as her political wind swiftly turned
its direction
from the extreme right to the moderate left
the trade war is brushed aside to her back burner

Canada heaved a sigh of relief at the new change
the political pressure had been off her back
she was able to negotiate with China
by dropping the case against Huawei
in exchange for the release of the two hostages

welcome Michael Spavor and Michael Kovrig,
back to the land
of
freedom and democracy
and to your home-sweet-home with your loved ones

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
9-25-2021

 

Ed Meredith

10 Hours Ago

Ken I write poetry the same way I do most of my forms of expression... unknowingly of the rules...
yesterday I was a sculptor.


The Stone Carver

as i lift the hammer to strike the stone
i heard the heartbeat of creativity
and felt the breath of inspiration
rush across me
i struck the first blow
controlled yet not
DAM DAM DAMMIT!!!

ed meredith
09/26/2021

 

BA Tripi

5 Hours Ago


Wanted to let y'all know how much I have enjoyed your thread---Viet thanks so much for the kind words about my poetry and paintings---Ken your short stories and poems (not only) were interesting and drew me back for longer looks into your paintings----The whole" Buddha" discussion was Top Drawer (along with several others). Fondly, B.A.Tripi

 

Ken Walker

3 Hours Ago

VIET, of course the precision master. Ed, been vibing with you and appreciate you sharing "the same way I do most of my forms of expression... unknowingly of the rules..." yep, I get that. You learn some things along the way, I guess, but at the end of the day I just need to get it out some way. Today I'm enjoy poetry.

BA Tripi: Thanks for the encouragement and taking a closer look at my work - which is always wonderful to know that what we put into it is being shared with others.

I just finished this piece this morning (little sleep again). The poem, well, that was a different one. I typically try and bring things back up to a positive resolution, but I realize that sometimes you need to just share a moment in time. The question. The unanswered solution. Maybe even a snapshot of a feeling, even if a second later that changes. So here is a thought about a situation I'm in, choices made that drew me to write this, to get it out. THERAPY. CATHARSIS. In the end, I know we take stock of what we've done, who we are, let go, and push forward.

HARBINGER OF RED

STOP!
CAUTION!
WARNING!
I see
words written across bright colored back drops.
Signs of importance.
placed in prominence.
ATTENTION!
HIGH VOLTAGE!
HAZARD!
They are our noble guides,
Insightful, albeit
Ominous
I am grateful
But
Where was the writing on the wall
a sign I was off course
heading towards certain calamity?
WRONG WAY!
DO NOT ENTER!
DEAD END!
Foolish life choices.
Hindsight.
They seemed so sound at the time.
Where was the red flash of light?
I needed you
arresting my attention,
my Harbinger of things to come.
Oh, had you veered me away from these
painful consequences
the life of my own making.


Art Prints

 

Ken Walker

3 Hours Ago

BTW, why doesn't the thread let you put in spaces? This was spaced out differently to emphasize certain lines for effect.

 

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