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.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
#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
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
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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,
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
#How A STRONG MAN becomes A WRONG MAN IN THE STREET.
16 août 2015, 21:23
How A STRONG MAN becomes A WRONG MAN IN THE STREET.
strong man » (st)rong man »
(st)wrong man
(st)wrong man
As rong sounds totally like wrong And st = street,.
So, A STRONG MAN becomes A STREET (W)RONG MAN,
And A STRONG MAN becomes A WRONG MAN IN THE STREET.
Ironically, this joke written a year back seems to depict what's been here nowadays.
POEM
There! A thug has been on the throne,
Built his own, strong thug-based power,
And wielded forces with anger,
Sooner or later, in prison.
Built his own, strong thug-based power,
And wielded forces with anger,
Sooner or later, in prison.
He's been so drunk in vanity,
No pity's been felt as often,,
And people cry so much common,
As nation stark seen much suffers.
No pity's been felt as often,,
And people cry so much common,
As nation stark seen much suffers.
Violence is there so widespread --
Are up-fed with such, commoners,
Victims of abuse of power --
Their hunger is De-mocracy.
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,
Thus, let's be fight IN UNISON.
Flow in flood in such cruelty,
How to fight to build society,
Thus, let's be fight IN UNISON.
An English-language poem (four lines/verses of eight-syllables each that rhymes so beautiful though a bit strange to English-speaking people) written using the Khmer 8-foot style.
Copyright rbu_spp 7:59 am Monday August 17, 2015 Puthpong Sao, Phnom Penh
COMMENTS
Mengly Kry
Hello , uncle! How have u been doing , lately? Since then , I have no chance to visit u again. Did u get fully recovered yet? I do hope so . In this morning , I overheard bro ' Phak ' talking about how fantastic u are in explaining him the way how tenses work . That sounds like u have always been helpful to us.
Hello , uncle! How have u been doing , lately? Since then , I have no chance to visit u again. Did u get fully recovered yet? I do hope so . In this morning , I overheard bro ' Phak ' talking about how fantastic u are in explaining him the way how tenses work . That sounds like u have always been helpful to us.
Puthpong Sao
Thanks , Mengly Kry. Me in the wait for a French mission of highly expert surgeons to come to Calmette on October 25. I haven't contacted my French Dr. Kelberine for a month now 'coz I've forgotten my gmail password and can't sign in. I'll try another way to ask for any friend's help, using his computer or email address to contact Kelberine. Thank for inquiry.
Thanks , Mengly Kry. Me in the wait for a French mission of highly expert surgeons to come to Calmette on October 25. I haven't contacted my French Dr. Kelberine for a month now 'coz I've forgotten my gmail password and can't sign in. I'll try another way to ask for any friend's help, using his computer or email address to contact Kelberine. Thank for inquiry.
Mengly Kry
No at all, uncle! It was a pleasure to have chatted with u, is such a great blessing to have known uncle , as well. Everything will be fine .
No at all, uncle! It was a pleasure to have chatted with u, is such a great blessing to have known uncle , as well. Everything will be fine .
Puthpong Sao
Hope so and the best.
Hope so and the best.
Mengly Kry
I am regret to say that my time is over, so I am gonna say goodbye to u in a minute. Bye for now. God bless you.
I am regret to say that my time is over, so I am gonna say goodbye to u in a minute. Bye for now. God bless you.
Samachivo Samakamonta
A thug came to throne....all is done in bad behavior and unlawfully.
A thug came to throne....all is done in bad behavior and unlawfully.
Monday, August 15, 2016
#rbu_568_HOW_ONE_MILLION_TIMES_AND_ONCE_DIFFERENTLY_WORTH
15 août 2014, 17:35 ·
O God, take my name from the list,
Why hope for others to assist?
When can't help self with anything?
I'm shameful of such a being.
Why hope for others to assist?
When can't help self with anything?
I'm shameful of such a being.
So true your comments are Jenny,
Jennifer Hughes I mean really.
As they can't help themselves to live.
Hope's just a word, a thing to give.
Jennifer Hughes I mean really.
As they can't help themselves to live.
Hope's just a word, a thing to give.
Destiny does seem a true friend,
For them to seek what to commend.
Don't say a friend in need, in deed.
A true relative whom to feed.
For them to seek what to commend.
Don't say a friend in need, in deed.
A true relative whom to feed.
"Hear one thousand times" isn't worth,
"See just once and once" things on earth,
And "See one million times" is not,
Worth once experienced on the spot.
"See just once and once" things on earth,
And "See one million times" is not,
Worth once experienced on the spot.
Why I hate my life God does know,
I can't help myself even though.
Disability does disown.
My things for a life on my own,
I can't help myself even though.
Disability does disown.
My things for a life on my own,
© rbu_spp August 2014
Sunday, August 14, 2016
#rbu_563_What_a_Great_Painting -- theme, colors, light
Did it use to be the Eden there?
What a world though passing a nightmare!
Colors, light, sky, clouds, trees and mountains,
Where are there lives or in the coffins?
What a world though passing a nightmare!
Colors, light, sky, clouds, trees and mountains,
Where are there lives or in the coffins?
'Tis reminiscent of the beauty,
As Nature spread its wings so mighty.
Where there were life, hope and happiness,
Like a paradise of a goddess.
As Nature spread its wings so mighty.
Where there were life, hope and happiness,
Like a paradise of a goddess.
And the last patch of light still means hope,
Though mounts of tasks with which are to cope,
The dark and bright bring with radiant light.
O wish the day got well with the night.
Though mounts of tasks with which are to cope,
The dark and bright bring with radiant light.
O wish the day got well with the night.
Beauty of the Earth's blessed from blue sky,
A landscape's seen like being on high.
If the glorious canopy of stars,
Did heal the world rife with painful scars!
A landscape's seen like being on high.
If the glorious canopy of stars,
Did heal the world rife with painful scars!
© rbu_spp 8:51 am August 14, 2014 Sao Puthpong Sao
Photo: Chath Piersath's painting
#rbu_564_STATUE_OF_LIBERTY_CRIES_OVER_CRIME
Puthpong Sao a partagé la publication de Mary Gauthier.
"I cannot see and do not wish to see,
And that's why I cover the face of me.
And just not to see such a heinous crime,
'Tis sure the stark cruelest of all the time,"
Said the Statue of Liberty crying,
Her ears open to hear people shouting.
And their words to claim unbiased justice,
To take to court the cruel man of police.
And that's why I cover the face of me.
And just not to see such a heinous crime,
'Tis sure the stark cruelest of all the time,"
Said the Statue of Liberty crying,
Her ears open to hear people shouting.
And their words to claim unbiased justice,
To take to court the cruel man of police.
‘Twas in Ferguson recently, to shock,
The whole world that in turn does yell and mock.
A young unarmed man was shot and left dead,
Uncovered, four hours on the street as bed.
And less than human the scene’s been cried out,
For real justice to be honored, no doubt.
The whole world that in turn does yell and mock.
A young unarmed man was shot and left dead,
Uncovered, four hours on the street as bed.
And less than human the scene’s been cried out,
For real justice to be honored, no doubt.
O the police is seen militarized,
– With tanks, riffles on alert mobilized.
Protesters, hands up, shout in tears: “Don’t shoot”
They’re just unarmed women and guys on foot.
– With tanks, riffles on alert mobilized.
Protesters, hands up, shout in tears: “Don’t shoot”
They’re just unarmed women and guys on foot.
The shameful shame of crime impunity,
Has justice to deal with in Missouri.
Statue of Liberty cries over crime.
“The bomb of violence is not to prime!”
Has justice to deal with in Missouri.
Statue of Liberty cries over crime.
“The bomb of violence is not to prime!”
Americans as all peoples love peace,
And call for the atrocity to cease.
And call for the atrocity to cease.
© rbu_spp Aug 14, 2014
Mary Gauthier a ajouté 2 photos.
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