Bryan Thao Worra

Rookie - 203 Points (01/01/1973 / Vientiane, Laos)

Bryan Thao Worra Poems

41. What Tomorrow Takes Away 11/14/2017
42. Swallowing The Moon 11/14/2017
43. Moon Crossing Bone 7/29/2013
44. Middle Path 7/13/2012
45. Surprises In America 7/13/2012
46. Golden Triangle, Holy Mountain 7/13/2012
47. New Myths Of A Northern Land 7/13/2012
48. Padaek 7/13/2012
49. Ba 7/29/2013
50. Aliens 7/29/2013
51. E Pluribus Unum 7/13/2012
52. No Regrets 7/13/2012
53. A Crime In Xieng Khouang 7/29/2013
54. Our Dinner With Cluster Bombs 7/13/2012

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  • Leon Hartley (11/14/2017 6:59:00 PM)

    Bryan, great poetry. Thank you.

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Best Poem of Bryan Thao Worra

Our Dinner With Cluster Bombs

Our pilot packs a Makarov
Flying into the outskirts
Of the old province capitol
Long since delivered to kingdom come.

It‟s bleak, this once-thriving home of ours
Now just a pile of broken jars
Serenading the paint chips and charred spars
Of the human spirit.

Our hotel is ringed with bomb-tails
And inert Browning machine guns from distant days
Of immolation.

It‟s all the rage in décor.

The markets of carcass thrive because
There is no refrigeration to speak of:
Power fails them here, except from 5 to 11
When coincidentally, the ...

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Mon

When I go to sleep there is a distant city for a nation,
And in that city a street at night, fragrant as a frangipani.
On that street there is a house, there is a room, there is a pillow,
Soft and welcoming like a strong woman‟s smile
Who reminds me of everything a world is supposed to be,
One dream at a time, where I want to whisper, a phoenix,
"I don‟t want to be a stranger, " but I barely have the words.

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