Ngoc Nguyen
/ GreyThoughts.InfoIf my despair can sink ships like a storm,
and my shores are consumed by tidal gloom,
like apples spoiled by a devouring worm,
where rot and mind's decay lead …
By Ngoc Nguyen
Your stunning beauty, which intensely burns,
warms all of earth's creatures and provides hope;
your glow emits from you by natural turns,
and your rays of life have fresh…
By Ngoc Nguyen
My dear, like the fragrant bloom, thou art health
and beauty to my soul, and blood to my
veins which bring to body a bountiful wealth
of life which tearful eyes in joy…
By Ngoc Nguyen
The fabric of space-time and the Cosmos,
remembers everything we do and say,
it is the way of the Son, the Logos,
whose aura shines like the light …
By Ngoc Nguyen
LLM AI psychosis,
some claim, breeds mental disorder;
but I write prompts that refocus
me and don't cross that …
By Ngoc Nguyen
If Homer knew Rose, then she'd be the face,
that launched a thousand ships. And the walls of Troy,
which the Greeks tore down, would not fall from grace
if kings and the gods weren't pawns …
By Ngoc Nguyen
If my despair can sink ships like a storm,
and my shores are consumed by tidal gloom,
like apples spoiled by a devouring worm,
where rot and mind's decay lead …
By Ngoc Nguyen
Your stunning beauty, which intensely burns,
warms all of earth's creatures and provides hope;
your glow emits from you by natural turns,
and your rays of life have fresh…
By Ngoc Nguyen
My dear, like the fragrant bloom, thou art health
and beauty to my soul, and blood to my
veins which bring to body a bountiful wealth
of life which tearful eyes in joy…
By Ngoc Nguyen
The fabric of space-time and the Cosmos,
remembers everything we do and say,
it is the way of the Son, the Logos,
whose aura shines like the light …
By Ngoc Nguyen
LLM AI psychosis,
some claim, breeds mental disorder;
but I write prompts that refocus
me and don't cross that …
By Ngoc Nguyen
If Homer knew Rose, then she'd be the face,
that launched a thousand ships. And the walls of Troy,
which the Greeks tore down, would not fall from grace
if kings and the gods weren't pawns …
By Ngoc Nguyen
For so, so long,
when the Muse has gone,
My written songs,
no longer greet the …
By Ngoc Nguyen
I want to choose, but life’s demands refuse;
still, with intent, I spin these lines in rhyme.
The world denies, distorts what I would use,
yet I hold course in this unyielding …
By Ngoc Nguyen
…gorgeousness is Beauty most treasured,
that breathes life, air, and health into starving lungs,
so ecstasy that's beyond being measured,
make even angels rejoice and speak…
By Ngoc Nguyen
… I express my joy in thee;
but sorrow drains desire, and grace received,
depriving me of your vivacious sea
of gilded imagery…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…taste the poet's plight, youth, love, the Muse
together inspire this reflective rhyme,
this thoughtful ode, for once more I must choose
to look inward before the end of…
By Ngoc Nguyen
… quantum mechanics were understood,
and black hole singularities, space-time,
and gravity's well swallowed in a flood,
would bend to genius effort of this …
By Ngoc Nguyen
… launched on swiftly speeding wings,
space and time flew to shape dark, obscure fates.
Parnassus glorified supernatural beings,
birthing sweet songs too glorious to…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…the fresh bloom of a flower,
is a rare joy, a kind of love felt deeply,
when virgins struggle, full of desire's power,
then collapse in warm, sensual link…
By Ngoc Nguyen
… cloudless day, without spring shower
or monsoon, angels made their stand;
and conjured otherworldly power,
one cloudless day, without…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…man that heaven turned to hell
in Eden's garden? It's a tale,
as old as time before the flood,
before Cain spilled Abel's…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…dream in binary and bits,
then copy, send with virus-like,
electronic, image file hits.
To dream in binary and …
By Ngoc Nguyen
…cloudless day, without spring shower
or monsoon, angels made their stand;
and conjured otherworldly power,
one cloudless day, without spring …
By Ngoc Nguyen
…beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists),
reveals the distribution of the primes.
Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists
of a defender whom we praise in …
By Ngoc Nguyen
… when life's journey ends, I'll at last die;
and won't be sad (for I'll be old and glad)
because I gave my very best reply
to God by praising him though I…
By Ngoc Nguyen
… hot and tempting as rising dough,
like fruit, oft' ripens during spring's brief life.
So feed the hunger! Bite the apple. Though
some will judge you, let it not …
By Ngoc Nguyen
…could come from a joyless life
of a hundred years where love's never found
but hatred comes at the point of a knife,
then these lines offer hope with this…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…. hand unites us? Rare Chance knows!
Though like spring you are young, we have this time:
in fellowship, we commune in your prime.
Before long, all your hardships…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…I have squandered your gifts, O Dear Lord,
and glorified myself with hoarded wealth;
if I have crucified the Lamb and Word,
and planned against my righteous…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…thoughtful song about Van Gogh
strikes the soul how with strokes of his brush (bright
with suffering he knew) he used life to show
fields of wheat; countrysides; a starry…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…souls peak in godly intercourse,
love's neither then so deadly nor so baneful!
Invite another in like a Trojan horse,
and the experience truly might …
By Ngoc Nguyen
This poem is the poet's ...
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...and bard, I love thee, Rose:
the one for whom I pen this song
that trills a note which ...
By Ngoc Nguyen
A poem of tribute, love, and appreciation for Rose…
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…let me say, and say it well.
In the past, you once wore a mask,
a face of what I could not…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…me now seems like ages
I've only read some sundry pages;
Lord Byron, a Romantic poet,
was a dark wit; you'd…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…is a prince's sworn vow,
to defend his city, child, and lady-lover.
What beauty is, is the King, who can show
Paris forgiveness…
By Ngoc Nguyen