ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF WOMEN

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF WOMEN
 
Ninety nine percent of women in this world
are completely unknown to me;
however I adore
them
all,
regardless of their looks and shapes.
 
I enjoy:
sexy chick’s with tiny waist
so
tiny
i could even hold it with my fingers.
attractive girls of long legs in short skirts
too
short
that nearly reveals their mossy prairies.
 
I admire:
older women who have been beaten up
by the heartless flow
of
time;
their beauty is no longer intact
yet they are experienced and mature
in their way of dealing with men
 
I respect:
all female seniors who are at the end of their ropes
but still happily hanging
onto
what they have in their palms.
 
One percent left are those women
whom I know
they’re actually very close to me
I love
I care for them
as they are related to me
my grandmas, my mommy, my sisters, and all other female relatives of mines
of
whom
I am in need for my life.
 
if there were no woman in this world
how could I be survived?
 
who would make me wait for …a very long time when I date?
who would jack up irregular heartbeats?
whom would I be in love with?
who would be with me when I feel lonely?
who
would make
my life more interesting
in endless daily arguments during my lifetime marriage?
 
every man needs at least a woman.
if there were no woman
this world would be boring to death
and men would become nothing;
zero,
nil,
zip,
zilch,
naught.
 
therefore
i enjoy,
i adore,
i love,
i respect,
i care for
one hundred percent
of all women in this world.
 
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet.

Somber Though

Somber Thought

hearts
shattered…!!!
so devastated.

over fifty people killed
four hundred others injured.
by
only
one
madman.

how could it be?
why did it happen?
who would comprehend it?

to create such large scale damage
in the Stone Age
it
would
take two tribes
to have their armies at a full war

Let say a madman has access code to highly sophisticated weaponry
of atomic or hydro bombs
what would the future
of modern
man
be
???
??
?

Thao Chuong

To my friend Ed Meredith

To my friend Ed Meredith

your beloved brother has left everyone
whom he loved
for 
the unknown.
your mourning heart is shattered to cope with the devastated loss

it’s very stressful for all of us
to
say good bye
to the one we love.

maybe, you would see him again
in another world
at our home
where we originally came from

my dear friend
I have gone through the same pain in the past
my heart
IS
with YOU
I wish HIM rest in peace.

You and I are also mortal beings
When will
it
be
your turn
and mine?

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Courtesy Would Land You in Someone’s Troublesome Water.

Courtesy Would Land You in Someone’s Troublesome Water.

I was so confused,
I didn’t know for sure
about 
that specific issue
I was desperately in need of a plain clarification
it was purely the reason
why
I had asked you that damned question

I wanna be honest with you
I didn’t feel at ease, at all
with your polite
reply:
“oh no.
so sorry for it
let me check on that.
I’ll find out and let you know.”

While I appreciate your good intention in social courtesy
I still don’t get your point
why would you waste our time
by
beating
around the bush?

You clearly didn’t have the answer
why not just say:
“sorry. I don’t know”
it was as simple as that.

I have to admit
I had already had a rough time
when I did not get what I had expected
your polite reply was acting like more gasoline added to my intensive fire
apparently, you didn’t have any luck
you stood on my way
and got my bad day

So you know
courtesy sometimes doesn’t help
you’d better stay
far
away
when someone is in his own hell.
it’s none of your business
don’t turn someone else’s problem into yours.

30-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

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.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
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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