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Monday, July 28, 2025

RU ĐÊM (2) – Thơ Le Nguyen Thu

 



RU ĐÊM 

À ơi!... vào ngủ cho ngon

Buồn ơi! Ru giấc mộng hoàng hoa xưa

Ôi! đâu đây mắt môi xa

Em đi tôi gánh cả mùa thu nguyên

Vàng phai lá rụng chiều nghiêng

Cội hồn khô hạn mưa ngàn tồn sinh 

Em không nói em lành thinh

Trăm năm người đẹp giận hờn mưa mây

Tiếng cười chí dị liêu trai 

Tràng Giang sóng dạt thuyền đời lênh đênh

Lỡ tay níu lại thời gian

Ngỡ ngàng ngày tháng chênh vênh lạc hồn 

Một lần em đến bên anh 

Nửa đời còn lại tôi buồn quanh năm 

Trà My một đóa từ em

Đường trần thèm chút say men tội tình 

Trở mình chợt lạnh sống lưng 

Đâu mùa thơ dại tàn canh lỡ làng

Đêm buồn tênh đêm hư không

À ơi! vào ngủ chớm đông... mưa về


(5:13 nắng vàng còn ươm mật)

Stanton, California July 2022-July 23rd, 2025 


Le Nguyen Thu 

lenguyenthu94@gmail.com


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POEMS OF Eva Petropoulou Lianou

 


Eva Petropoulou Lianou’s poems reveals like pages of a deeply personal, emotional journey, one that touches on love, loss, forgiveness, and the aching beauty of human contradiction. In You, love becomes both cosmic and painfully intimate. It is a longing for a soul that once crossed paths with the speaker, a yearning stitched with mystery, distance, and the quiet acceptance of impossibility. The poem reads like a constellation of moments never shared, dreams half-lived, yet held dearly as truth. In Forgiveness, the voice rises with spiritual intensity, pleading not for human understanding, but for divine mercy. It becomes a prayer of a soul suspended between heaven and earth, stripped of all but vulnerability, seeking peace through transcendence. And in We Have Asked, the poet steps into the collective voice of humanity, disillusioned yet awake. It is a cry against forgetting, a call to remember kindness in a world preoccupied with power and destruction. Each poem stands alone, yet together they form a compelling narrative of existence: we love and lose, we break and mend, we ask for light in dark places. Eva’s words invite us into that fragile, persistent search for connection, grace, and meaning.




You

You,
That the face I did not see for years

You
U are the most amazing being
But cannot touch

You,
The beauty is hiding in small pieces in your body and mind. 

You,
I can explain why
But i know my what

You
That one-day u crossed my path
  Forces of love or passion touched me
Without reason

I am looking for the east
U are looking for the west

Miracles happens every day
You
A passion I can live in a privately moment

Love I give
Love will never be understood

You...
In another space of galaxy
You
My ideal
My secret Garden

You
The moments I never had. 

You
The distance between two countries
A bridge i will try to build to reach you. 

©®Eva Petropoulou Lianou





Forgiveness

A word that is coming out from the brave heart

I am not asking to forgive as a Human

I am asking to forgive as a GOd
As HE has the kindness and the generosity to see the human 's mistake.

I am asking to forgive not a as a man
But as An Angel that every day and night 
Is traveling from Earth to sky....

I don't need any paper
Green or blue

I saw your heart
You had it there in front of me...
I understand that silence
That silver silence

I am damned in sky and earth...
I am just a soul traveling alone..

Seeking for forgiveness

©Eva Lianou Petropoulou


We have asked

We have asked not to be forgotten....
But we forget to live
We forget to love
We forget to say hello and thank you to people they were there for us!!

We asked to be patient
We have asked to be kind
But they never teach us about the selfish person
The evil people
They are snakes, they are among us
That are waiting for our moments
The small moments
To come
And destroy

We have asked to believe in ourselves
We have asked to be positive
But they never explained that
We will be the only that we must do that
As people are occupied with make war
Make money
Have power

I do what they asked but i walk forgotten....
In the battlefield...

©Eva Petropoulou  Lianou 
Greece



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