Tuesday, November 8, 2016

#rbu_976_ទិវាឯករាជ្យជាតិកម្ពុជា​

The world's biggest research engine Google celebrates Cambodia's 63rd Independence Day: November 9, 2016 Google ចូលរួម ជូនពរជ័យ ពេញអត្ថន័យ ឯករាជ្យជាតិ នៃកម្ពុជា សមសព្វធាតុ ជាប្រជាជាតិ ឥស្សរៈ។ ថ្ងៃទី៩ វិច្ឆិកា ឯករាជ្យថ្លៃថ្លា ពេញឋានៈ រន្ទឺលើលោក យ៉ាងប្រចក្ស ចិត្តខ្មែររួមស្ម័គ្រ ស្មោះសាទរ។ ឆ្នាំ '៥៣ បិតាជាតិ អង្គស្ដេចនរនាថ ព្រះភូធរ សីហនុ នាម នៃអង្គរ ដឹកនាំទារយក៍ ឯករាជ្យបាន។ ពីរដ្ឋបារាំង យ៉ាងសន្តិ ដោយពេញកិត្តិ យសថ្កើងថ្កាន មិនបង្ហូរឈាម ជាតិក្សេមក្សាន្ត មានគេរាប់អាន ពេញផែនដី។ ស្នាព្រះហស្តឪ នៅមានច្រើន ទុកកេរដាស់កើន ខ្មែរប្រុសស្រី ថែកេរពូជជាតិ សព្វអ្វីៗ ប្រទេសទឹកដី អ្វីជាខ្មែរ។ កាំជ្រួចរន្ទាល ច្រាលផ្ទៃមេឃ ចម្រុះពណ៌ផ្លេក ព្រាចប្រាប់ប្រែ កម្ពុជរដ្ឋ ជនជាតិខ្មែរ សាមគ្គីរួមថែ ទើបខ្មែរគង់។ អ្នកជិតខាងខ្លះ តាមពាធា លេបកម្ពុជា ជាន់ពន្លង់ ពន្លិចខ្មែរយើង មិនឲ្យគង់ ប៉ងបំបាត់ពង្ស ខ្មែរម្ចាស់ស្រុក។ ទន្ទ្រានរុលព្រំ ដែនសីមា បង្កើតបញ្ហា មិនឲ្យសុខ ប្លន់កាប់សម្លាប់ តាមអុកឡុក ខ្មែរអាចបាត់ស្រុក បើឈ្លោះគ្នា។ ឈាមហូរក្នុងខ្លួន ជាពូជខ្មែរ ចាំបាច់ត្រូវតែ រួមសាមគ្គា ទើបជាតិផុតភ័យ រួចគ្រោះគ្រា ហើយកម្ពុជា នៅគង់វង្ស។ រក្សាសិទ្ធិ copyright ថ្ងៃទី៩ ខែវិច្ឆិកា ឆ្នាំ២០១៥ សៅរ៍ ពុធពង្ស Puthpong Sao

Monday, November 7, 2016

#rbu_1334_LESSONS_LEARNED: TOGETHER, STRONGER

#rbu_1334_LESSONS_LEARNED: TOGETHER, STRONGER When we stay "Together, we'll be Stronger" A message that's rocked the world as a whole, From the States for Hilary to Power, In the elections from Democrat Pole, At the White House as Woman President, To lead America so eminent. The three Clintons and Obamas en bloc, Took turn on the stage for their Hilary, Who's been seen more hopeful to the world shock, As woman leader of this great country, Whilst her rival Trump has been far behind, Along his bumpy roads bad of their kind. To mention, no poetry is used there, No candidates do seem much interested, Just think of their victory lion's share, In the national suffrage they're excited, They should resuscitate the poetry, As it was loved and liked in history, And what we could learn from these elections, "Be together and stronger for the win" As o'r country needs for generations, To be one for all free of social sins, Not like a hostage of any party, For Cambodia of real prosperity. https://www.facebook.com/hillaryclinton/videos/1320561358000390/

Sunday, November 6, 2016

#rbu_1321_gOOgle_bOObs

Her mOuth says something loud, Oh, "My gOOgle bOObs" as you've seen, Thus, by sight you really know, By gOOgle what does "bOObs" mean, Source of birth and that of life, With love with or without strife. © Copyright rbu_spp 7 November 2016, Puthpong Sao Image may contain: sunglasses, one or more people and outdoor

Saturday, October 22, 2016

#rbu_1298_ក្រមុំសុំចាញ់​ ​


ម៉ែចង់បង្ហាញ ឲ្យគេដឹង
ម៉ែស្អាតអ៊ីចឹង ដូចក្រមុំ
កំលោះ​តាមញ៉ែ គេតាមសុំ
ម៉ែថាទេកុំ មានប្ដីហើយ។​

គេថាមិនអី ឲ្យតែព្រម
ក្រមុំល្មមៗ គេមិនឆ្លើយ
ឯម៉ែវិញនេះ កូន​ឃើញ​ហើយ
មិនខ្ចះសោះឡើយ កំលោះ​ញ៉ែ។

ខ្លះ​ញ៉ែ​តាមផ្លូវ​ ឪកូនទាន់
គេចោមមើលលាន់​ ចូល​មកក្បែរ
សម្លឹងមើលជិត ពិនិត្យ​ម៉ែ
ថាទាំងក្រុងស្រែ ចាញ់​ម៉ែដាច់។

ខ្លះ​តាមដល់ផ្ទះ សំពះសុំ
ម៉ែថាទេកុំ ខ្ញុំប្ដូរប្ដេជ្ញ
មើល​ឪអាទូច នេះឃើញស្រេច
មិនបាច់​បកស្រាយ​ វែង​ឆ្ងាយអី!

ឪកូនពេលខ្លះ ចេះប្រចណ្ឌ
ថាម៉ែមិនកាន់​ ក្រឹត្យក្រម​ស្រី
បង្ហាញ​សព្វ​សាច់ ខ្លួន​មានប្ដី
ម៉ែថាចង់ល្បី ប្ដី​ល្បីដែរ។​

Sunday, October 2, 2016

#rbu_949_How_and_Much_Feel?

October 2, 2015 · Edited ·

Summer means freezer in the States,
As Winter does come so much late,
E'en black and white clouds mock the Earth,
Her promise hasn't seen its birth.


The wind whirls engulfing its shame,
As friendship becomes a real game,
Of life as lies are in their norms,
Shaping their wishes into storms.

How to conceal the shame of shames?
To flee away and change names,
Or bury them deep underground,
Nobody could find - aren't they found?

Time would unearth them and then show,
To the world from their tomb - shallow.
The truth itself would then reveal,
Her lying face -- how would she feel?

Why do I write this poem alone?
- Oh no, not to regret and moan,
But not to breach a promise made,
To tell her its color won't fade.

She said she'd write poems with me,
In English, yep English, we'd see,
Now, her frivolous words turned lies,
Racing against time as time flies.

NOTE:

Puthpong Sao
This poem was written after a foreign poet hadn't come to write poems together with me as promised. However, I did keep my words and wrote it alone.

© 2015 rbu_spp 12:12 pm Friday October 2, 2015 Puthpong Sao

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

#rbu_600_Hope_Phnom_Penh_Not_Atlantis_

September 28, 2014 at 1:23pm
Downpours help Phnom Penh to get its new name,
Up high, the highest of its fame,
The magic rains change the streets to rivers,
Cars, m'bikes, all become swimmers.
O City of Pearl gets what's so famous,
Boasted of being prosperous,
You are in the dubbed "Kingdom of Wonder"
Of face immersed under water.
Surely not like Venice in Italy,
Under water, it's real beauty,
From Phnom Penh, 'tis completely different,
Here, floods, sewage, filth -- no comment.
May you not be buried under water,
And lost like Atlantis fore´er,
Nowhere can the City be found as though,
None of us as of now would know.
© rbu_spp September 28, 2014 Sao Puthpong Sao

Monday, September 26, 2016

#rbu_Hopeless_Dream


What a good opportunity for job seekers!
But is it applicable for the handicapped?
Are the disabled eligible as the workers,
For the post or their hope always lapsed?
What an honor to be a translator/interpreter,
Working as an official at the Office of Consular,
Of the USA Embassy, all finders do wish most.
May God bless a disabled person for the post!

Saturday, September 24, 2016

#rbu_939_Mountain_Rose

Just its beauty and scent it shows,
And spreads in the air everywhere,
Your nose smells freshness all to share.
Thank for kindness to pay your glance,
Your smile from its scent makes it dance,
In the cool morning breeze so nice,
In the calm jungle paradise.
It says, "Please name me to your heart?
"I need your frankness to take part,
"To save wild fauna and flora,
"As songs of birds and wind murmur."
Just not much share ere 'tis too late,
Thus, 'gether do help save their fate.
"Rose of Mountain!" a man utters,
As every heart loves it for sure.
- "Okay, I'll say to my species,"
This name would be known in Paris,
Where perfumes are made from flowers.
"Yep, to the Wild Rose," it prefers.
Note: its scientific name Pavonia rigida. It prefers the name "Rose of Mountain" to "Wild Rose".
Copyright © rbu-spp 8:06 am September 24, 2015 Puthpong Sao
Pkay Nisay to Natural khmer
មិនមែនផ្ការំយោលទេ តែគឺ ផ្កាព្រៃតូចល្អិត ...ទំហំ ១.៥ ស.ម...តើមានឈ្មោះ អត់?
GOOD MORNING ALL DEARS....
Comments
Leaksmy Pok រុក្ខជាតិនេះមានឈ្មោះថា កុលាបភ្នំ ដែលមានឈ្មោះវិទ្យាសាស្រ្តថា Pavonia rigida ។
Puthpong Sao Thank, just another mediocre poem.

Friday, September 16, 2016

#rbu_930_A_Mekong_Smile Along the thousand-kilometers-long, Mekong River, you'll see throng after throng, Of flowers of various species so nice, Like goddesses in their own paradise. Of them this one is a cute Mekong rose, Whose so charming grin strikes the heart of those, Just to shape their vanity to be love, -- The slave of her love nothing is above. Yep, her powerful smile can do shaping, Wars into peace, and more and everything, Thus, warriors become guys of peaceful heart, As if her beauty played its peaceful part. Mekong, a river of six-nation life, Along your placid banks though with real strife, There millions of people live in Eden, Enjoy your help for life as their heaven. From China, to Myanmar, Thailand and Laos, Thru Cambodia to Delta wiping chaos, Of your name -- 'tis the Delta of Mekong, Sipping life with your resources along. Copyright rbu-spp 1:55 pm Wednesday September 16, 2015 Puthpong Sao Image may contain: 1 person , people smiling


Along the thousand-kilometers-long,
Mekong River, you'll see throng after throng,
Of flowers of various species so nice,
Like goddesses in their own paradise.
Of them this one is a cute Mekong rose,
Whose so charming grin strikes the heart of those,
Just to shape their vanity to be love,
-- The slave of her love nothing is above.
Yep, her powerful smile can do shaping,
Wars into peace, and more and everything,
Thus, warriors become guys of peaceful heart,
As if her beauty played its peaceful part.
Mekong, a river of six-nation life,
Along your placid banks though with real strife,
There millions of people live in Eden,
Enjoy your help for life as their heaven.
From China, to Myanmar, Thailand and Laos,
Thru Cambodia to Delta wiping chaos,
Of your name -- 'tis the Delta of Mekong,
Sipping life with your resources along.
Copyright rbu-spp 1:55 pm Wednesday September 16, 2015 Puthpong Sao

#People_Need_Justice

September 16, 2013 at 1:54am
Hey, canon water is used to extinguish,
The raging fire just to control it to finish.
As for the fire of the mind from injustice,
Can't be done by water/bullets of police.
Only true justice can deal with the blaze,
Of the people's anger from the elections,
Rife of frauds as gov't actions do amaze,
The world for not willing to find solutions.
Police bullets have spilled people's blood,
As seen evidently by lifeless body in blood,
On the way to true democracy we all follow.
How shameful of gov't to feign not to know!
Not the bullets but justice people do claim,
And the nobly peaceful and fair solutions,
Why should voters undergo the cruel game,
Of bullets to the detriment of their reasons?

Thursday, September 15, 2016

#rbu_928_Guavas

Guava grows anywhere you plant it.
And bears many fruits as you wish it.
It pleases any mouth that eats it.

Whether with chilly salted powder,
Yeah, it can suit you to your hunger,
No matter 'tis full ripe or rather-.

So much liked, 'tis sourish sweet --
Under its shade listening to birds tweet.
So beautiful songs -- and there we meet.

And there we see our friendship grow,
As to enjoy various chats as though,
We share happiness of life we know.

Copyright rbu_spp Tuesday September 15, 2015 Puthpong Sao

Monday, September 12, 2016

#rbu_897_On_Island_of_Republic_Monarchy

(An imaginary island not referring to Cambodia)
There! A thug has been on the throne,
Built his own, strong thug-based power,
And wielded forces with anger,
No later, he'd be in prison.
He's been so drunk in vanity,
No pity's been felt as often,,
And people cry so much common,
As nation thus seen much suffers.
Violence is there so widespread –
Are up-fed with such, commoners,
Victims of abuse of power –
Their hunger is De-mocracy.
People wish to see NO own blood,
Flow in flood in such cruelty,
How to fight to build society –
Your duty: "Fight IN UNISON."
Democra-cy can't be from sky,
A hard-die struggle or burden,
On shoulders of you – not heaven –
Is to then wage till victory.
The Carpet of Blood would spread out,
As to shout for De-mocracy (?)
There's no need – a bout so bloody,
Each Party just serves the Nation.
You have to have talks, honestly,
Hypocri-sy's to "Abandon,
Any tricks of game," to mention,
You would then reach De-mocracy.
An English-language poem written using the Khmer 8-foot style (four lines/verses of eight-syllables each, with a slight modification) read in clusters of syllables "3-2-3" with good rhythms and rhymes that sounds so beautifully though it's a bit strange to English-speaking people.
Copyright rbu_spp 7:59 am Monday August 17, 2015 Puthpong Sao, Phnom Penh,

Thursday, September 8, 2016

#rbu_Election_Results 2013 ternatif disponible.

The NEC official result of the elections,
Reflects perfectly the plan of the CPP,
No way the people's will, for reasons,
As all good and honest people do see.
'Tis the stark broad-daylight robbery,
Of people's votes for the CPP benefit,
As we all did hear and see it clearly,
Even before the suffrage -- all illicit.
Such a treacherous result's a nightmare.
Frauds have been observed and seen.
NEC's tricks and cheats were all there,
To kill the young democracy still green.
To the detriment of liberal democracy,
And the contempt to the people's will.
What an infamous NEC of the ignominy,
Whose target's the democracy 'tis to kill.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

#rbu_574_TWILIGHT_BEAUTY_AT_SUNSET

The Sun's setting in the west,
Its view is one of the best.
As if God's drawing the drape,
To close the sight of the cape.

The golden disc's setting down,
Thus makes the sky the dark gown
To sleep so sound during night,
Until next dawn to be bright.

The frivolous mind so wild,
Plays with the Moon light so mild,
In so soft a breeze of dark,
To a dawn song of a lark.

#rbu_573_ANGELA_IN_THOUGHTFUL_LISTENING_TO "Sorrowful Death of a Circus Elephant"

Angela Williams listened thoughtfully,
Onto so sorrowful my elegy.
Said Dr. Theresa de Langis there,
Whilst I was reading it so sad to bear.

I myself have lived a life so much sad,
Since I was known as a good-looking lad,
Two score years or so as of now,
Thus, so many sorrows as to know how.

The elegy is meant to mourn Tyke,
A circus elephant killed down on knees,
After her long life of abuse and more,
To serve human pleasure she was thus for.

Tears run down the cheeks watching the event,
That's been shared with much sorrow to comment,
No heart is not unbroken when to see,
The tragic death of the pach'derm, Tyke.

Copyright 21 August 2014, Puthpong Sao

Photo by Dr. Theresa de Langis

Saturday, August 20, 2016

#Two_Poems_Read at Java 20 August 2014

Theresa de Langis (the caption of her photo of the reading at the bottom)
Last night, mourning elephants with an elegy from Puthpong Sao, Angela Williams listening as thoughtful as ever.

Puthpong Sao
What a shot from a camera more modern and expensive than my cheap phone. Thank Dr. Theresa de Langis and Angela Williams for thoughtful listening to the elegy mourning the "Sorrowful Death of a Circus Elephant" I read at Java Cafe last night.

Theresa de Langis
Apologies, bong, but you took the best photo of me last night, thanks, and my phone is the one with the shattered screen.

Puthpong Sao
Even in such a shattered condition your camera still makes better pics than mine, Dr. Theresa de Langis.

My poem depicting the photo and comment of Dr. Theresa de Langis about the reading event, as follows :

#rbu_573_ANGELA_IN_THOUGHTFUL_LISTENING_TO "Sorrowful Death of a Circus Elephant"

Angela Williams listened thoughtfully,
Onto so sorrowful my elegy.
Said Dr. Theresa de Langis there,
Whilst I was reading it so sad to bear.

I myself have lived a life so much sad,
Since I was known as a good-looking lad,
Two score years or so as of now,
Thus, so many sorrows as to know how.

The elegy is meant to mourn Tyke,
A circus elephant killed down on knees,
After her long life of abuse and more,
To serve human pleasure she was thus for.

Tears run down the cheeks watching the event,
That's been shared with much sorrow to comment,
And no heart is not broken when to see,
The tragic death of the pach'derm Tyke.

And my elegy read at the event is as follows :

#rbu_572_SORROWFUL_DEATH_OF_A_CIRCUS_ELEPHANT

With Theresa de Langis at Independence Monument.  (August 20, 2014 Click this Link to watch the shootage of the event : https://www.facebook.com/peta2/videos/10152587510175560/

On the mic at the Open Stage, literary works reading event at Java Cafe hosted by Dr. Bryan Humphrey from Australia and sponsored by Java Cafe owner Dana Langlois, I read three poems -- two Khmer ones titled "Palm Tree and Juice" and "Sorrowful Death of a Circus Elephant" and another one is the English-language version of the latter, inspired by watching a video of the story on YouTube on August 19, 2014:

"Bam, bam, bam! ... , bam, bam, bam!" Eighty-six times,
The gunshot bullets hit her four score times,
Today, twenty years back in a town street,
Tyke tragically succumbed on her feet.

The circus pachyderm was closely chased,
From within the hall she had raced,
Against the time trying to save her life,
After years of abuse and a "l-o-n-g" strife.

There inside, she had attacked her mahout,
And his mate for a cause we do not know
Then fled the scene in panic, crying out.
'Twas a horrific event of sorrow.

The bullets hit her in the legs, trunk and head,
Blood was pitifully seen shed out -- red,
Her blinking eyes were in tears -- no comment.
As if to say her death was imminent.

Her wails sounded like saying "O-u-c-h, A-d-i-e-u !"
To her beloved dad, mum and people who,
Love freedom, peace and also equal rights,
And therefore to stop igniting the fights.

"Adieu, the circus in Honolulu,"
"Adieu, all my beloved," she sobbed, "/hu:, hu:/!"
"I can't live on in such a world so cruel,
"As the cruelty is so blunt as usual !"

And as though in her last breaths that she wished,
Not in a tragic end that so finished.
If she had had wings she would then have flown,
Thus, escaping death to live on her own.

Why shouldn't they have used the tranquilizer,
Instead of the live bullets and anger?
God makes them to be humans' mates since birth,
They're so mild the animals on the Earth.

(I think her decades-long life in captivity and depression might have been the cause of her violent reaction that caused panic to the audience.)

Dr. Theresa de Langis, one of the two feature readers read her three short compiled oral history of Cambodia's human rights issues during the Khmer Rouge regime. Chin Meas, another feature reader read his Khmer poems whereas others such as Dr. Bryan Humphrey, the host read a work of his from his book, Miss Chann Ryna, Chheangly Yeng read their own story and poems, "Child Slaughter" and "Buffalo" ... respectively. Kimheng was the interpreter helping the host.

The other two writers of the Writers Workshop group John Christopher Brown from the United States and Jehangir Mehentee from the UK -- not like in the previous events where they read their own works -- this time just sat idle watching and listening to the event. A Frenchman Antoine Touch teaching English at Panhnhasastra University didn't get prepared to read this time, another Australian writer Carly Beth Nugent who used to host the reading was still on vacation in her home country Australia and not yet back in Phnom Penh.

While I was reading the poems, especially the English-language version of the tragic death -- by an 86 rounds of live bullets -- of a circus pachyderm Tyke twenty years back today on a street of Honolulu, Hawaii, I noticed some people, particularly a young woman was moved as tears seen in her eyes: Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, 86 times, She was shot with live bullets many times. Dr. Theresa pleasantly gave me a thumb-up of her satisfaction to my reading. Regret that a young Khmer talented writer Hang Achariya wasn't available as hoped. Oh, I've nearly missed to say something. Another person Luke Young, an American writer and member of the Writers Workshop group couldn't be seen at the reading tonight.

Thank Dr. Bryan for recounting to the audience my ability to write poems in three languages -- English, Khmer and French. This kind man is always helpful and in his usually soft voice says to me, "my good friend" several times every time we meet whether at such an event or the bimonthly workshop of writers of which I am the only Khmer member. Thank everyone present there and those who've read and are reading this item.

The kind of great event ended at around 8:40 and I got home at exactly 9 by a car of my cousin Kim Sok who was back from studying for his Master Degree's at Jiaotong International University in Beijing recently.

Photo by Dr. Theresa de Langis

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

‪#‎rbu_897_On_Island_of_Republic_Monarchy

(An imaginary island not referring to Cambodia)
There! A thug has been on the throne,
Built his own, strong thug-based power,
And wielded forces with anger,
No later, he'd be in prison.
He's been so drunk in vanity,
No pity's been felt as often,,
And people cry so much common,
As nation thus seen much suffers.
Violence is there so widespread --
Are up-fed with such, commoners,
Victims of abuse of power --
Their hunger is De-mocracy.
People wish to see NO own blood,
Flow in flood in such cruelty,
How to fight to build society --
Your duty: "Fight IN UNISON."
Democra-cy can't be from sky,
A hard-die struggle or burden,
On shoulders of you -- not heaven --
Is to then wage till victory.
The Carpet of Blood would spread out,
As to shout for De-mocracy (?)
There's no need -- a bout so bloody,
Each Party just serves the Nation.
You have to have talks, honestly,
Hypocri-sy's to "Abandon,
Any tricks of game," to mention,
You would then reach De-mocracy.
An English-language poem written using the Khmer 8-foot style (four lines/verses of eight-syllables each, with a slight modification) read in clusters of syllables "3-2-3" with good rhythms and rhymes that sounds so beautifully though it's a bit strange to English-speaking people.
Copyright rbu_spp 7:59 am Monday August 17, 2015 Puthpong Sao, Phnom Penh,
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Samachivo Samakamonta Khmer Rouge in its new camouflage clothes
Theresa de Langis where is this island? everywhere?
Puthpong Sao As a high-educated person holding a PhD, you surely know well what metaphor it is.
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