Modern Artist. 

A Modern Artist.

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

Modern artists have very different mentality with their own way of creativity.
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
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
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
the art of living.

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
Mankind has ruthlessly gone after big profits
at devastating costs on nature.
he kept messing up the earth
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
Hurricane Harvey has just gone away,
after he had dumped the record-breaking rainfall
in Houston,
He left behind
devastating destruction
which takes years for the affected people
to bring their lives back to their regular rhythm again.
Hurricane Irma
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
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
Climate Change
would get these powerful messages
and start changing his way in dealing with Nature.
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 
one of van Gogh’s paintings.

Her gentle nature makes her
a perfect female
the best dream
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
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
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.
he can only rely on her
he has never considered her as a pet
but a trustworthy companion for the rest of his life

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Tran

On His “Walk With Me” Path

On His “Walk With Me” Path
You’re at the top of a high mountain
or on the way to its summit
you must be rich and famous
tons of money
and glamorous glory.
To achieve this, you have gone go through enormous stress.
Mentally, you’re falling down back onto the ground zero;
Worse, you would sink further to the bottom
of the sea
Wanna get out of your own mental mess?
Let’s make a serious trade with him;
Exchange your full pocket
his emptiness
He’ll show you
to get back your peace of mind.
After you walk with him
miles and miles ahead
on your own path of thoughts
‘til you become too exhausted to think of anything else
but a full stop
an quick snore
or an eternal sleep.”
It sounds as if it were a clever trick of a gifted scam artist.
however, his “Walk with Me” approach has worked well for many people
It has turned him from an unknown Vietnamese monk
a Zen master
renowned around the world.
Now he has got the money and fame
from those who have relied
his tricky help
to ease their stress
A lot of people have started wondering
whether he is a genuine Zen master
just another
crappy scam artist
rising from the insane mess of the modern world.
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Pollution: How Would We Deal With It?

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 

Why would they would care?
their loved ones.

go ahead
keep praying
if you truly believe in God,
who knows
He might help you cope with your own mess.
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
fill it up by myself
if I wanna get out of it.

It’s 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.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

No Logic in Romaine

No Logic in Romaine

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

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

As soon as, she falls into it;
her mind is blind;
her heart is lost
she’s drowned
‘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
a troublesome mind
and a shattered heart.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet



What’s going down must go up
sooner or later

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

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

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

The Sorrowful Autumn

The Sorrowful Autumn

Summer is drifting further away 
leaving behind an adoring sensation

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

White cloud forms a mournful headband on the sky
during the long funeral; 
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 
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
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 

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Sundry Notes: Man n’ Nature 

Sundry Notes: Man n’ Nature

wildfires from British Columbia and Washington State
have sent a thick blanket of smoke
all over Vancouver Island.

up high
in the sky
the sun looks dreamlike
as a crimson sphere embedded in a thick layer of mud.

on the ground
bluish, misty smoke hangs over the whole landscape.

the atmosphere is murkily hazy.
the air is chocked.
everything is buried in gray;
as if it were the doomsday of the world.

“Grandpa, I wanna go out play”,
the toddler.
I’ve tried my best to explain
why we have kept him and his brother inside for two days in a row.
yet, he’s too young to comprehend my stupid logic.

I have no choice but to keep my fingers crossed
in the hope
having strong wind
to blow the smoke away
and make those little kids’ days better.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet.

On the Labor Day

On the Labor Day
in hot air,
strong smell of burning meat and loud music
that make me feel the festive mood of the noisy crowd
from the barbecue party next door.
‘tis a special day off for working people
for me
as a retiree;
however, I take this opportunity as an excuse for a break
from my mission impossible of restoring cluttered home and weedy garden.
High up
in the cloudless sky,
the sun is shooting its hot rays onto the ground.
I rest my back on a lawn chair inside the cool shade of a curling willow tree.
I take a beer
and let every sip slowly absorbed through my dried throat.
I’m harvesting the fruit
from the tree planted a long time ago.
Thanks to brothers and sisters of the past
those who sweated and shed their blood
to fight and advocate for the working people
have eight hours for work,
enjoy eight hours for recreation,
and take eight hours for rest.
On this special day off,
cheer to you
all working people
and all retirees who work at home without pay.
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet