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[Đặng Liên Hương (serena)]

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A night before Xmas

It was the night before Xmas
He llived all alone
In a one bedroom made of
Plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney
With presents to give
And to see just who
In this house did live.

I looked all about
A strange sight did I see
No tinsel, no presents
Not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle
Just boots filled with sands
On the wall hung pictures
Of far distant lands.

And this house was diffrerent
It was dark and dreary
I found the home of a soldier
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping
Silent, alone
Curled up on the floor
In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle
The room in such disorder
Not how I pictured
A United states soldier.

Was this the hero
Of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families
That I saw this night
Owed their lives to these soldiers
Who were willing to fight.

They all enjoyed freedom
Each month of the year
Because of the soldiers
Like the one lying here.

The very thought
Brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees
And started to cry.
The soldier awaken
And I heard a rough voice
“Santa, don’t cry
My life is my choice.

I fight for freedom
I don’t ask for more
My life is my god
My cuontry, my corps”

The soldier rolled over
And soon drifted to sleep
I couldn’t control it
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours
On that cold, dark night
The guardian of honor
Sowilling to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over
With a voice soft and pure
Whispered “ Carry on Santa
It’s Xmaz day, all in secure”

One look at my watch
And I knew he was right
“Merry Xmas my friend
And to all a goodnight”

 

[Đặng Liên Hương (serena)]

Tasty

I feel ya lips on my skin
We are here while the world still spins
Feels like there’re only 2 persons in this world
Only you and me, yeh, life worths.

Your heat warms me
Your touch grabs me
Your love traps me
And rain drops
Rain drops…

I love your smell. I love your voice.
I love the way you kiss me so well
I hate to think when I’m with you
My head’s all blank and I’m thoroughly renewed.

Wanna taste your tongue
Wanna taste your funk
Wanna taste your voice
Can’t hear you everyday is just so annoyed
Wanna smell you again
Again and again
See meself inside of you.


You’re my tasty man.

 

[Nguyễn Bá Mạnh (tinhbongma)]

the moon for nignt
the sun for day
the roses for love
and you for me
************
you are all that i need

 

[Bùi Cẩm Vân (CamVan)]

Hơi dài, nhưng tớ thấy hay

TOGETHER ONCE AGAIN

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband had sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine”, like all the years before.

Each year he'd sent her roses and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, "He'd ordered roses in advance before this day."
Her husband could not have known that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early; way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face
And then she sat for hours, in her husband's favorite chair;
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago”,
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."

"There is a standing order that I have on file down here
And he has paid, well in advance; you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this year ago."

"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."

"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."

"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."

"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."

"Please... try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."

"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."