Phan Thanh gian
Biography of Phan Thanh gian
I would like to express and contribute some of my thoughts and ideas in words. Although I am not formally trained in poetry, I love the medium and would appreciate any comments or suggestions on my works.
Phan Thanh gian Poems
Let's talk about the cannibals: Not the naked ones with colourful wigs, Who eat and drink the human flesh and blood
Et Si Je L'Embrasse...
Je devine que ce serait si doux Si je la regarde avec tendresse Embrasser ses lèvres brulantes Au milieu de cette foule menacente
Courage My Friends, Courage...
My friends, have faith and courage! Their walls may be nine metres thick and twice as tall, But your pure heart will overcome them effortlessly.
Spring Of Autumn (In High Park)
Weakened branch clung on to last season's dead leaves Gusts of darkened wind still threaten the Northern sky Shy glimmers of pale green - hints of hope lurk nearby
My Dearest Son, When You Grow Up...
My dearest son, I bid you farewell! When you grow up, Please take care of your mother.
Life Is A Beach...
Je Veux Savourer La Lune
Que j'adore la lune! Mais si, je l'aime autant! La pleine, la demi et la croissant Moi, je l'aime dans toutes ces formes
My Last Twenty
This my last twenty dollars bill. Would I spend it on lottery tickets? Or a second-hand jacket from Goodwill? Maybe, better yet: my last decent meal.
Night fell suddenly The savages rule Birds take flight!
At the moment you're born The bonding starts early on: Bound with your dear parents, Who cater to your every need
Guide Dog And Master
O blind master, my only duty is to serve you Wherever you go, I'll be by your side I'm your eyes, your faithful guide This harness binds our love
Rumination After Rumination
I used to linger near the palaces of opulence Now I left them for less than a pittance I no longer hold on to any faith
As the antidote to Midas Your touch brings Life to the lifeless, It melts away my fear... It dispels my loneliness...
When will the future come? The one you promised us yesterday. When will the end of darkness come? Will the magical beginning ever arrive?
'Five for two dollars, two for one! '
Yelled the ones in straw hat
Men, women: aged, riped as the vegetables they sell
Wilted, weathered, leathery, tanned melon skin.
Twenty five below in February, well or sick,
Sunday, Easter, Christmas: everyday they toiled
By their stands at the street corner, they always stood.
'Lettuce, chilli pepper, spearmint! '