About Sex

About Sex. 

Why the heck do you think
she would pay any attention
to your talk
about
sex?

It would make her mad
since, you’re the one
who
must listen – not talk.
she is the boss
a home-made goddess
who would tell what you would do
not only
for
sex in bed
but also for everything else in the household

When she isn’t ready
she is stiff like a piece of rock
her thighs must be tightly locked
so
you know
you must await at the heaven gates.

No
point to beg
why keep pushing?
wouldn’t you better rest your back
on the mattress and try to tend a sound sleep

Like alcohol and drugs
sex could ease your stress with an instant joy
but its long term side effect
would drive you
into
a hell
of eternal headache.

29-9-2017
Thao Chuong

The Beauty O’ Autumn

The Beauty O’ Autumn

Maple leaves have lost the green
and turned into
red,
yellow,
golden
purple,
orange,
pink,
crimson
magenta,
brown
black…
ton sur ton
amazing colours
in various shades..

Apple fruits are so tired to keep hanging themselves on branches
they let go freely

scatter on the ground
wait for the leaves dropping down
forming a blanket to cover them during the coming winter snow.

Neither butterflies circle around in the yard
nor dragonflies land on dying lily-pads on the pond
birds no longer sing or chirp inside colourful canopies
some hungry crows fly around
cawing for food

During the day
when the sun shines
it’s still warm to go outside without a jacket
at night
temperature drops
but not too cold for the fireplace
it’s cozy to tuck oneself up in bed, under a light blanket.

Autumn is season of joy
the falling leaves for romaine
and the temperature is neither too cold nor too hot
perfectly
joyful for sex.

If you don’t need either of them
you could still enjoy a nice morning walk
on any path or trail
with
your dog
to enjoy a royal welcome
on a colourful carpet of autumn leaves.

29-9-2017
Thao Chuong

Between Summer and Autumn 

Between Summer and Autumn 

Autumn will come and take over
the course of nature
very soon

Summer is happily packing up
for a long vacation
until
next year.

Only a couple days left.
He will fly to somewhere in the Caribbean
And
lay his back on a beach chair,
hold in his hand a glass of “Singani”,
enjoy every sip under bright sunshine,
while he’ll gently close his eyes
listening to the sound of crashing waves

too bad
I am stuck here
to sweep messy leaves in my backyard.

I wish if I were one the four seasons
to do a three-month work
then take six months off
on
holiday.

18-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

The First Day Of Autumn. 

The First Day Of Autumn. 

Wind’s rustling tree canopies;
yellow leaves eagerly let go
some fly in breezing air
slowly
dropping down
over a toddler’s head.
He looks up, then runs after a leaf,
trying to catch it.

Sun shines on morning dews
wet grass needles looks
like a sea
of
millions of
sparkling tiny diamonds.

An old man leisurely walks barefoot
on
wet ground.
he could feel each step
the softness an dampness of the green carpet
absorbed
into his feet
and refreshing his entire body.

The toddler excitedly jiggles
and shouts: “I got it”,
“well done”, the old man laughs aloud.

Both enjoy their best moment
on the first day
O
Autumn.

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From Love and Hate 

From Love and Hate 

No point to have any concern about creamy spots
left
on the WHITE sheet
from any mattress fight.
They’ll be easily washed off

Don’t feel embarrassed about it
as it is the trademark
of joy and happiness
from LOVE
or at least, from SEX that humans need to keep their mind sane.

What must be worried the most
is
man’s tainted mentality.
When the mind is fully infested
by
bias
and prejudice.
this type of stain is very difficult to shake off.

HATRED drives man into endless fights against each other
When he is at war
he gets
nothing
but
unbearable sufferings
and endless destruction

For LOVE and compassion, don’t believe in what those men-in-power promise
but carefully watch what they have been doing.;
Lies are like sharp needles hidden in a pocket.
Sooner or later, their pins must be fully exposed
And the truth must be revealed.

Impossible
to clean a tainted mind
let alone to make it great again
and bring it to its “WHITE” state as promised.

For better or worse; also for love and hate
it’s totally up to you to decide
to
make LOVE or be at WAR.

Listen to your own selves, not to anyone else

17-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
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Poetry O’ the Obsolete 

Poetry O’ the Obsolete 

heading toward the absolute of the outer space,
somehow he gets sucked into
a black hole
o’ his inner universe

in a long journey to the unknown,
his mind is like a pendulum
swinging back and forth
in the continuous realm
of
past,
present,
and future

he’s buried in multiple dimensions of the infinite;
the endless cycle
of
spring, summer, autumn, and winter
and whatsoever that time would be

somehow, all lights are off, the whole virtual cosmos is down
he gets lost in a hell of nothingness
the nightmare in absolute silence
he hears nothing
no
noise of man
no sound of other beings,
worse, he loses all contacts to the outer universe.
he sinks into the core of naught,

inside the darkness
of his own
self
it’s quite a nightmare.
he finds no imagination,
no food for thought.
so
hungry
that he recycles those rotten words
stomach upset forces him to throw everything inside up

a flock of crows noisily pick every piece his rubbish
they happily recite each line of his poetry of the obsolete

15-9-2017.
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Roses and Thorns

Roses and Thorns

I’m a butterfly circling around over a colorful tapestry.
The sea of beautiful flowers
are
swaying
like tidal waves
under my flipping wings.
I could smell splendid aroma in the breeze.

The sun’s shining on those waving petals
I land on a pretty tea rose
for
sweet nectar.

Ah!
my red rose,
somehow you attracts me
I’m adored by your red beauty
I fall in love with you immediately,
without recognizing
your
hidden thorns
that hurt me a great deal.

Oh!
Honey,
it really stings
my dream is shattered
my heart is bleeding
my fragile wings are punctured.
I can fly no more to the blue sky.

Now I know inside every beauty,
there always is a hidden thorn,
that would strike me unexpectedly anytime .
I understand there’re both joy n’ sorrow,
pleasure n’ suffering
in every drop
of
love.

I hold my wound
It’s very painful
However, neither would I regret
nor would I blame you
for my fall
in
love
with you.

14-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Modern Artist. 

A Modern Artist.

Old Masters in the past created art
either to present the beauty
of
nature
human body,
their activities
or to express their inner selves.

Modern artists have very different mentality with their own way of creativity.
Art
is no longer
for and about the beauty.
but about provoking imagination.

Artists must be able to transform what in their minds into an ugly creation
or perform an insane stunt
that
would shock viewers
and push viewers’ sane mind out of the norms of life.

Nowadays, there’re different types of artists
Many may wanna create and market their works for a living,
some create for fame
some do art
just
for the well-being
of themselves alone.
others may create for something else (who know?).

Anyway, who care about art
but the artist, himself
and maybe those art collectors

If an artist is happy in what he’s doing
toward the goal
he wanna achieve;
then he is truly a taltented artist
in
the art of living.

13-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Humans and Climate Change.

Humans and Climate Change.
 
Mother Earth has cried aloud:
“Enough is enough;
Stop abusing me!
I can’t take it
any
longer.”
 
Mankind has ruthlessly gone after big profits
at devastating costs on nature.
he kept messing up the earth
which
provides
safe refuges
for himself and for all other living beings.
Nature has no choice but take its course.
it strikes back as hard as it could
with more disasters
of greater
forces.
 
Hurricane Harvey has just gone away,
after he had dumped the record-breaking rainfall
in Houston,
Texas,
He left behind
devastating destruction
which takes years for the affected people
to bring their lives back to their regular rhythm again.
 
Hurricane Irma
is
currently
roaring in Florida.
after she sliced through the Caribbean, Cuba,
and destroyed nearly everything on her path.
 
Hurricane Joe…
and more Hurricanes are on the way.
 
Neither any man and nor any country could stand against the full force of nature
regardless
how rich and smart he believes he would be
and how great and powerful his nation is.
 
Let’s hope that any arrogant man
in denial
of
Climate Change
would get these powerful messages
and start changing his way in dealing with Nature.
 
12-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

True Love Has No Sex

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