An Angry Tyrant – Poem by Vinh Nguyen

Bountiful tasty morsels are dazzling and glaring,
inviting the fish of the sea to party and feast,
as the tasty morsels dwindling away and so the feeling,
are too dwindling and shrinking away from the beasts,
they swim away willingly in silent without protesting,
only a lonely tyrant left standing all alone, not so intrigue,
wondering why the party had ended even though he’s so towering,
over the little beasts that were once drooling around his feet,
“oh, this is definitely so lonely,” says the tyrant with a feeling,
“perhaps, I should have been more angry,” while shuffling his feet.

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With Night Light Shines Through (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

With night light pierces through,
with light, night covets for an expanse,
the contradiction may ensue,
night light fight, for the love of filling an expanse.

Without night, light is through,
without light, night wishes not to expand,
the contradiction may ensue,
lovers they may be, they fight each other for the expanse.

In the darkness, light inspires the fools,
in the light, darkness finds common sense,
thus in time, one must seek out the light to strike down the fools,
one must also swim in the darkness to quench the thirsty senses.

Would God Just Smash It Or…

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

If God is here today,
sitting in the kitchen to eat,
to drink and to brighten up the mood,
when a cockroach runs by,
would he just smash it to hell???
or would he just ignore it and dine on???
keeping his spirit high,
even though he feels ill,
for the cockroach is one hell of a sight.

You can hate me for thinking that,
how God is similar to us,
when something is unwholesome as a cockroach,
skipping by us, scrambling quick and dirty,
dirtying our mood as we dine our blessing,
but it’s all going to hell,
for a cockroach is in the house,
and we are quick to grab hold onto something,
big and strong and sturdy,
so we could smash the damn thing,
smash it into little pieces,
so we can feel even more disgusted,
by the sight of its splattered ooze,
but a spider had scrambled by earlier,
we did nothing to it,
and laughed on while we dined,
as if the spider was meant to run free by us,
and here is the smashed ooze from the cockroach,
disgustingly forcing us to scramble,
for something to clean up the unwholesome sight,
the ooze that is.

If God is dining with his friends,
sitting up high in heaven,
drinking and smiling to brighten up the mood,
when a human runs by,
would he just smash it or…

The Process (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

Everybody, young and old,
eventually, embraces the darkness,
where the void would greet,
with an eternity which would last,
to when nobody would know,
till now nobody has ever awoken,
from a forever last eternity,
to tell the tale of the forgottens.

Why bother with the fear of the darkness,
when one could enjoy the light to the fullest,
while one can breath in the delight of everything,
so one can feel the wakefulness of every fiber,
this is when one knows it doesn’t matter,
when such a day one has to be greeted by a void,
where light would go out forever,
because one has already been shone upon by light.

When It Starts To Crack (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

Something is so shiny and translucent,
brittling to the point of shattering,
yet holding together so tightly, so glittery,
brightly so in creating some reflections,
sometimes it rather lets things to shine through,
uncompromisingly proving to be glittery still,
a ceiling of this could not be shattered,
hanging too tightly together as tough as steels,
as the sunlight slips through the silky mass,
splashing a golden surface among the shadows,
though it is glittery and slippery and shatter-easy,
it’s a unit of strength which stands among the giants,
only when the components within the unit show cracks,
it is when the ugliness begins to grow onto the surface,
breaking away what once was gravity defying act,
which had held the impossible together,
thus the slippery slope begins the sliding path,
down back to earth where worms squirm in all directions,
trying to gnaw into the once smooth glittery surface,
more ugly cracks begin the madness,
pushing the sadness to a new level,
once a mirror, a glass to let sunlight through,
now it is lying, shattering on the damp, darken ground.

Green Men In The Saucers (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

Out there a little green man,
with a space binocular he probes,
down onto earth he probes,
so he could see what we are up to.

Such imagination we have,
here on earth we hope,
somebody out there in space,
would give us a creep.

So keep on looking up,
into the stars we’re searching,
just for anything would give us the creep,
anything would exorcise our loneliness.

Perhaps we should think again,
maybe we’re just keeping up with the programs,
as machines crank away,
green men warmly smile at their marvels.

Green men don’t even know,
how smart their machines have become,
for now they’re looking for their creators,
so called green men in the saucers.