Unrecordable! (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  In this poem, I’d strung ten Haiku poems together into one massive string Haiku poem.  Of course, this isn’t Haiku if one thinks of a real Haiku, but I like it this way.  I hope you will be able to enjoy this string Haiku poem of mine.

  • Gone, long gone, those words,
  • never be spoken again,
  • an extinct language.
  • How had this become?
  • A lame future with a shame,
  • for losing a tongue.
  • Couldn’t speak it no more,
  • writing would be hard to come,
  • gone, long gone, one’s root!
  • No root, gone a past,
  • no past, gone identity,
  • unrecordable!
  • Unlike a dino,
  • extinct tongue couldn’t be dug up,
  • unrecordable!
  • Unlike a treasure,
  • lost writing couldn’t be dug up,
  • unrecordable!
  • A moment in time,
  • forever lost in motion,
  • losing in real time.
  • Gone a history,
  • history was historic,
  • unrecordable!
  • Who was the culprit?
  • Men, women, nature, and all!
  • We are the culprit!
  • We raped a language,
  • we raped an identity,
  • gone, long gone, those words!
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Boredom (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

LOL!  This is my first time trying to write a Haiku.  I think Haiku is difficult, because it’s so limited.  Its form demands first line with five syllables, second line with seven syllables, and the last line with five syllables.  With limited syllables per line, Haiku definitely limits a poet’s descriptive words.  After all, some words might have more than three syllables, thus preventing a poet from using such a word for five syllables lines.  Anyhow, check out my first Haiku right after the break.

  • Boredom, frustration,
  • long life, poverty stricken,
  • a desperation.

Gone A Poet’s Sigh (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

  • Just a walk through a fog,
  • out came a world without border,
  • printed pages weren’t eaten by a dog,
  • entombing a talent beyond border.
  • As words floated down the stream,
  • wetting once dried lonely heart,
  • wet words wet a dream,
  • delighting once deserted heart.
  • As words laid dry on these rocks,
  • giving hope to one’s heart,
  • sun rays beamed in flock,
  • warming up one’s heart.
  • As words delivered by a pigeon,
  • elevating a downer up high,
  • a downer might need a surgeon,
  • removing a heartache ire.
  • So talented, these words were,
  • as words drowned in water,
  • gasping for air, dried readers were,
  • yet drowning still, they’d rather.
  • Talent came, and so talent went,
  • still, these words lingered by till sun’d die,
  • a talent had gone and so the unique sense,
  • gone a poet’s sigh, yet these words hadn’t die.

Vitiligo Is The Situation (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

  • There is this condition,
  • Vitiligo is the situation,
  • turning thee into white,
  • it’s depigmentation might!
  • Instead of millennia long,
  • for evolution to grow strong,
  • Vitiligo has done a miracle,
  • thy lifespan is just credible.
  • As Ferguson erupted,
  • a nation is divided,
  • black and white fight,
  • you’re wrong and I’m right!
  • Oh, the misery in Missouri,
  • nobody has yet said sorry,
  • the confusion grows the more,
  • even I feel confusing evermore.
  • If you’re white in a fight,
  • they say white power’s rights,
  • if you’re black in anger,
  • they say you’re pretender.
  • As the confusion gets grander,
  • the truth is lost among the strangers,
  • instead of getting lost in a tale,
  • we need to hammer down the nail.
  • (nail stands for truth — getting to the truth)
  • Don’t be bothered by skin color,
  • don’t divide neighbors by color,
  • for Vitiligo is the miracle,
  • black and white in one is credible!

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