Vagabond around Paris

Vagabond around Paris

Paris is tricky city for tourists
she has too much of everything

much light
that blinds the eyes

much dog-poo on streets
that soils the shoes

too much sex
that wrecks the back

too much love
that make you lose

too much good food
that aches the stomach

too much fine wine
that blinds your sane minds

too many artists
who drive you insane

too many poets
who break your damned hearts

don’t go there, unless you are foes of Donald Trumps
otherwise you’d get dog-bites

Thao Chuong

Unknown Fates of Dreamers

Unknown Fates of Dreamers
all of babies have been arriving by themselves
at everywhere,
on this earth,
without passports nor visas.
we assume they must be sent
either god at his will with full attention
or by accidents when their parents reach orgasm and lose birth control.
regardless of how they’ve been ended up here
no way to stop them from coming in
in this world
could deport them
back where they came from.
they automatically become legal citizens of the god’s paradise
without being asked from where they came.
a sad story faced by seven hundred thousand immigrants
those who were sent to this vast land
(originally owned by the natives)
since they were little kids
their own parents.
unfortunately, their resident status is in big question
their lives have been hung on a thin string
they are in great danger of being deported back
to their place of origin
they have no knowledge of, and zero attachment to,
they don’t speak the language.
they know nothing about the culture.
they would feel as aliens to Mars;
and last but not least, their wives and kids are here
this nation ain’t their country of birth
but the soil of grace
they were planted, fully rooted, and fully grown
could it be possible to pull them up
replant on the other land
without killing them off to their roots?
do whatever you want with your wearisome nation
America First
and Make America Great Again
but leave them alone
stop barking at the wrong tree
don’t put more problems on your full plate
it’s time to ask yourselves these damned questions:
“where am I from?”
“who send me here?”
“how do I feel of being deported back?”
silly me
how could I not know
no point to talk to you
those ultras-right wing extremists in USA’s modern politics
who are brainless for thought and heartless for love
Jan. 15, 18
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

On Trump’s Worshipers

On Trump’s Worshipers
It is likely Ultra-conservatives in USA could only see a one-way street
road to the extreme right in politics.
They truly believe at all times:
They are always right.
They are all smart.
They’re bright.
They’re perfect.
This is why they become Trump’s most loyal supporters.
Donald is their Holy God
who helps “Make America Great Again!”
He could never be wrong
whatever He says
to dispute it.
whatever He does everyone must take it.
They point their sticky middle fingers at the rest of the world
and shout aloud:
“why da hell doncha follow our logics in US politics?
you must worship Donald Trump
otherwise, you’re dumb;
you must be crushed
into pieces
of crumbs.”
They’ve strongly assumed that
who don’t wanna sleep in the same bed with Trump
are blind
and totally insane
those must be “welfare” suckers and traitors to America.
Unfortunately, Trump’s worshipers are somehow so narrow
in their thoughts
They cannot accept the cold facts
firstly, in deceptive politics
everything is extremely relative
nothing is absolutely right or wrong.
secondly, in painful reality,
during the first year in the Oval Office
Trump has hit some noticeable speed bumps.
However, those smart, bright, always-right Trump’s backers
have continuously played their dirty blame game
those people around the world
and particularly American citizens
who aren’t always in full support of Trump
it makes me wonder
which one
stupid, and insane
and have their smart heads  buried for too long
really deep
a shit-hole?
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Of Love and Marriage. (please leave your comment. thanks)

Of Love and Marriage 

she was in heat,
so was he.
it became too hot.
impossible to bear.

an urgent urge was arising inside,
their hearts,
burning their minds.
they could hold it no more.
wanna let go
and have the need
of their bodies to be fulfilled.

I know
you may think
why the heck didn’t they do it?
what da hell were they waiting for?
must be
the perfect time for sex.
they should take their clothes off
and had a mattress fight
for the whole night
‘til the bed sheet became murkily wet.

that’s it
end of my poem.

my dear readers
you might be right;
hey! what else would they do?
if they were still in love.

it was bad
were no longer
lovers to each other,
but husband and wife.
it’s the major difference between love and marriage.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Who Is Next? Please leave your comment. Thanks

Who Is Next?

it ain’t fake news either from the mainstream media
or from those insane liberals,
cruel communists,
of whom
Donald Trump has ruthlessly accused
but it’s the real deal,
coming from leaky plumbing,
his “kitchen” cabinet.
his good friends and various loyal men
under his full command,
by one,
have turned themselves into his foes.
the rotten inner circle has constantly revealed
his painful
which always makes
him furiously mad and badly sick.
believe it or not.
most trusty
talented chief strategist,
Steve Bannon has just loaded his loose canon
and threw a bombshell at his fort.
regardless, it’s right or wrong.
ain’t it sadly ironic?
Trump’s most loyal ally and closest collaborator
would heartlessly do it to ‘im.
what the heck do you call this?
it mainly depends
how you feel
if you are in distress
you call it a back stabbing act
and may ask Bannon to get lost.
in case, you have an opposite thought,
you would feel cheerfully relaxed.
Bannon later regretted and offered his honest apology
by the way, it is no longer a good point.
the damage has been done.
to pull it back.
moreover, how you react
it doesn’t help much .
ain’t it better
to minimize the aftermath impact
and put it in under control as soon as possible?
be on alert !!!!
‘kuz, you never know
who would be next
Jan. 12, 2018
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I’m a Madman; Is Donald Trump a Genius?
we have totally different profession
and I
are alike.
we believe we are best of the bests
we can never be deadly wrong
in our ways
thinking, saying and doing business.
we work hard for the name of fame;
both of us love to show off
in limelight
of North America’s showbiz
and to be constantly on headlines of global news .
our egos are huge
alas, they’re extremely fragile;
to be irritated.
it’s how we both like the game of blame.
gossiping reporters must know far better by now.
any news that is neither on our side
nor for our interests
must be
why the heck mainstream media have yet got it?
as a nameless artist, 
I have no problem to admit
how insane 
in my false hope of becoming famous.
on the other hand,
as an amateur politician
he has somehow truly believe
he is  a renowned genius
so great in art
the deal
that he could easily trade a piece of his rubbish for your golden plate.
you’re still in doubt of what
he truly believes in
better watch
his most favorite channel
the know-how Fox news
that can help get the best chicken-on-the-run for you.
do a quick search on Twister.
you could easily find out more about ’im
“that would qualify as not smart,
but genius….
and a very stable genius at that!”
it don’t matter whether I’m dumb and he’s smart
so far, no one could have  clearly defined 
the vague borderline
madman and genius.
Jan. 11, 2018
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Ode to Absinthe (Tanka)

Ode to Absinthe (Tanka)

heat me up, honey
oh absinthe! the green angel
blind my mind, tonight
’til i lose myself in you
I wana forget who i’m.

Jan. 11-2018
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

my joke of the day 

Alcohol and Drugs 

I put my drink down
of getting drunk
and losing my driver’s license
I’d rather smoke dope
even if I get caught when driving my vehicle
I could tell police
I ain’t under influence of alcohol
leave alone
get lost to your post
or go find some donuts at Tim Horton

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Note: Driving under influence of drugs has yet become a criminal offence in various countries.

Damn Dead Artists Make Billions of Bucks 

Damn Dead Artists Make Billions of Bucks
(to all my artist friends who are still kicking alive)

You’ve told me
You’ve have kept nurturing a wild dream
of soaring up
into unlimited sky
your name must be added
to the list of most famous artists of all time.

You wanna be better than any one of the fol-o’-wings:
Andy Warhol
the pope of Pop Art;
Pablo Picasso
the emperor of Art-kingdom;
Vincent van Gogh
the holy god of Starry Nights;
Leonardo da Vinci
the genius of the know-all-universe.

Except these above
NO to Michelangelo,
NO to Henri Matisse,
NO to Jackson Pollock,
And NO to all other well-known artists in the art world.

my dear friends
don’t torture yourselves
by fooling your mind with this delusion.
I believe
an emotional being
create something
the creative craving,
the need of expression
or (to some) for purely making a living.

It’s a bonus
if the world would recognize your work
also it would be nice
if you get some fame and get enough money
a decent living
food served on the table
monthly bills paid on time.

Otherwise, it is but the wildest dream as an artist
while you’re still

Please remember the cruel fact in art
after their deaths
artists would make millions of bucks
and might become most famous of all time

You wanna join them?
go ahead
come to either the Louvre or MoMA
and hang yourselves on its walls
with a suicide note
that says
“I am a damned dead artist”.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Moulin Rouge 

Moulin Rouge

The missing French artist
last seen
in Montmartre
he was staggering on notorious streets of sex.

Later, he has been found in a cathouse
safe but not sound;
he was shaken
where he was
what he had been doing

Likely, Madame Moulin Rouge fed him too much condensed milk
then she laid him on a slippery silky sheet
in a warm bed.
the damned mattress bounced so hard
‘n downs
too many rounds
it made him feel ill
really sea-sick
of whack,
like having been riding on a merry-go-round for so long.
he was fallen into hallucination
that sex without love
“la vie”
“en rose”

next time
if you happen to be in Paris
try to ask any sexy French lady in the old Moulin Rouge
the silly question:”voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”
of course
you would be so insanely joyful
that you totally forget your way home.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet