The Web Poetry Corner

Tri Tran

of

Huntington Beach, CA, US

Home Authors Alphabetically Authors Date Submitted Authors Country Submission Rules Feedback

If you have comments or suggestions for Tri Tran, you can contact this author at:
luoikiemvotoi@hotmail.com (Tri Tran)

Find a book store near you, no matter where you are located in the U.S.A.!

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

Living with AIDS

by

Tri Tran

Blossoming summer without shimmering light,
Fading in loneliness, it is joyless.
Morning, silent without birds and bees,
Sailing sadly into twilight.
Nights lie still in their graves,
Whispering in pain while dripping tears.
The stars above, sting without ceasing;
The season without foliages,
Longing to hear heaven’s voice.

Nighttime’s peace.

by

Tri Tran

Blazes like a morning star
In glimmering midnight,
The fiery burn in my heart,
Sleeping soundly like a toddler.

A glassy stream, trickling
Through my soul,
Whistling love tunes,
Rocking the baby to her dream.

Silence, a whispering bee,
Playful in the lonesome meadow,
Fireflies, darting above,
Illuminates heaven’s lawn.

A dazzling halo, dangling above my head,
Shiny like gold;
The air, warm without the summer breeze,
Lifting my body to the quiet magenta cloud.

The melted universe

by

Tri Tran

Mornings...bees and butterflies,
Nights...fireflies;
My brain, a heaven sailing in space,
My heart, a crimson sea in the galaxy,
My soul, a dark city of the winged creatures,
I, a tiny universe inside the earth,
Sinking toward mortality,
Glistening light...whispering good bye;
My endless journey, through layers of life
Without aware.

The go-go girl

by

Tri Tran

She is a blonde Corvette,
Always in top speed;
I ran and ran behind her,
Panting like an old bull dog.

She weaved in and out like a motorcycle,
Hastening her foot steps without rest,
And in no time she vanished,
Leaving me behind among the New York crowds.

She sat for five minutes,
Then off she went again.
I clung onto her arm,
And she dragged me so fast that I fell.

I yelled for her to stop,
But she kept running without hearing,
Pulling me along the crowded streets
As if I was a dead pig.

My knees, all bruised and cut,
And my pants, filthy and torn like her old rags;
I wanted to let go of her arm,
But was too afraid to be raped by weirdoes.

The sound of yesterday

by

Tri Tran

To your heart, I sing,
Music trickles from my soul;
Cradle your heart,
I rock you to a peaceful dream.
Darkness glimmers, daylight glitters,
You live in my world,
Strolling everywhere to find the golden ring,
Once lost in yesterday's most painful moment.

DIVINE VENGEANCE

by

Tri Tran

The evening, sad and bleak, in her heart
As each drop of blue rain changes into purple;
On the quiet green, she drags her bare feet,
Slowly dying as the evil sword of God strikes.

The lavender moon, shattered into debris,
The fiery stars bleed crimson then tarnish;
My heart, a nightingale, with a joyous song,
My soul, blissful_forever free from lust, love and her.

Her skeleton evaporates into the dusty air,
Her soul trickles down to the lonesome lower world;
I sit on the lawn, watching my woman melt.
The demon has finally lost her battle.

THE LITTLE BUDDHA

by

Tri Tran

The little Buddha sat under the buddhe tree,
He gazed at the garden , wondering how to shape his mind.
He mumbled prayers and felt the energy flow within him.

The little Buddha sat, quietly, as the moon waned each minute.
His heart hummed gently like the voice of a wren;
His eyes fixed at the twilit horizon, letting the colors sink within him.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow, came and went...
Mornings changed into nights, and nights, into mornings...
The little Bhudda sat still until the galaxy exploded.

Around the weird world

by

Tri Tran

I visited Green Bay in Wisconsin,
Yearning to see its famous green colored bay.
I looked and looked each day,
But I could not find a bay with green water.
The Americans must have been crazy to call it Green Bay.

I visited Liverpool in England,
Hoping to see livers floating in every pool in Liverpool.
There was no liver and no pool in public parks, there, at all.

Why is Liverpool a city without a liver and a pool?
The English must have forgotten to drop a liver in their pool.

I visited Moscow in Russia.
There was neither a single mosque and nor a cow,
Though the city was called Moscow.
Those idiots in Russia must have thought it was easy raising a cow in the mosque.
Also, they had forgotten to build a mosque and bought a cow to see if they could raise it.

I visited the hot city of Bombay in India,
Thinking there was terrorists, planting a bomb, there.
I kept praying for no bomb in India's bay
Because I was too young to die, and especially, did not want to die on foreign soil.
To my surprise, there was not a bomb and no bay in India. Thank God.

I visited Sidney, Australia,
Wondering why the Australians used my best friend 's name.
May be Sidney became famous when he was there.

But Sidney was only a taxi driver in California,
Not a famous person in Australia to have his name used for a city.

I visited the city of Tamale in Ghana,
Thinking the native African would sell tamales like the Mexicans.
I could not find restaurants that sold tamales
And was so depressed not to have tasted my favorite food, there, in Tamale.
The Africans must have love the taste of tamales in order to call their city Tamale.

But where did they first tasted the tamales?

I sat in my beach house in Newport Beach,
California,
Wondering why people had named those cities so weirdly.
I sat in my expensive beach house,
Realizing I was living in a city that had a weird name, too.
There had never been a new port, built on that beach.

The Wandering Worms

by

Tri Tran

Sperms wiggle along her river,
Like tame worms glide on the sordid ground,
Hissing in silent music and giggling in joy.

They engulf each of her innocent eggs,
Injecting sweet venom into her dark vacuum.
These ravenous creatures in her tiny universe,
Tickling those nerve endings till she feels the euphoria.

Sperms wiggle along her river,
Seeking a shell to sit for nine months
Until the autumn rain flows by.

temporary grief

by

Tri Tran

Sunset, in the my lonely arteries, now, here.
Joyous blaze, now, orange gloom.
My corpuscles are dancing their last Rumba,
Not longing to sleep, yearning to see darkness.

Fireflies, darting; moonlight gleaming.
Silent seas with wings, unfolding,
Whispering secrets to the mahogany sand.
Sunset in my silent arteries, a brief moment.