Ngoc Minh Nguyen
Biography of Ngoc Minh Nguyen
Self-taught poet and philomath. A native of Newport News, Virginia, USA. Born in former South Vietnam. Briefly attended the University of the College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, Virginia- but did not finish. Enjoys mathematics, science, philosophy, literature, poetry, reading and old and rare comic books. A Member of Poetic Genius Society and LYRIQ Society. His poetry can be found in both Poetic Genius Society and LYRIQ Society.
Ngoc Minh Nguyen Poems
"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."—Psalm 34: 18 New International Version (NIV)
Sonnet: "When I Look On My Life Tha...
When I look on my life that's now half-spent, I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past, wishing myself better Fortune's consent, love, friends and wealth with naught to lose or waste
What Mystery Has Poesy
What mystery has poesy? What purpose has its measured art? Why ask, "To be or not to be, " when tragedy assails the heart?
Sonnet: "When Existential Angst Mee...
"Why must we suffer hardships and disease? " we often wonder. Pain? Adversity? War? Hunger? Death! ? ...Our best philosophy cannot put these concerns to rest or ease.
Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death; I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth, devoid of joy from the time of my birth and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
The Pure And The Depraved
A virgin who's both fine and fair is like a rose that blooms afresh even when no sunshine's o'er there. In the spirit and in the flesh,
Sonnet: "The Good Earth"
The fierce, graceful tiger (a deadly, untamed beast) is not meant as dinner for someone's lavish feast.
Sonnet: "Poetic Justice"
A poet's flowing poems uplift the soul and tell the tales of warriors small and great, of knights and dragons, of legends they create, of kings and lords without great self-control!
To My Special Muse
I can hear my muse weep and sigh; I just listen and don't ask why. Her tears gleam like a burning fire
This Brief, Well-Writ Rime
This rime that flows and rhymes must throb with rhythmic time to the beat and the chimes of each line on the dime;
Elegy: "Dear Mother"
Dear Mother—I longed for your love: so when you passed away I wept; as your spirit rose up above my stinging tears, which were inept,
Sonnet: "In Defiance Of Melancholy&...
When dark, depressing moods consume the joys of living, we shrink from the world of men and act like children with their broken toys; we recall a time when this has not been!
Melancholy On One Dark, Dark Night
WHEN sick with gloom and mental pain, I all alone bemoaned my state like one that had slid back again into despair which damned my fate.
To My Special Muse
I can hear my muse weep and sigh;
I just listen and don't ask why.
Her tears gleam like a burning fire
and she's forever here to inspire;
she visits me in the cool of the morn
by the brooks where I was born;