#rbu_816_សង្គ្រាមព្រះចន្ទ្រ
១. សង្គ្រាមព្រះចន្ទ្រ អាចឆាបឆេះ
ពឹងលើចំណេះ គូប្រយុទ្ធ
ម្នុស្សពីផែនដី ពុំតក់ស្លុត
ថាសហោះចុះច្យុតិ ពីភពក្រៅ។
២. អង្គការ ណាសា ថតរូបបាន
វិភាគប៉ាន់ស្មាន ដានក្រឡៅ
ចាំងជាប់ពេញរូប ស្រមោលខ្មៅ
រួចដៅគន់គិត ថា"ថាសហោះ"
៣. ថាសហោះមកដល់ ទ្វារផែនដី
មកមានការអ្វី ឬបណ្ដោះ
ពូជអ្នកភពផ្សេង ក្រែងស្លាប់អស់
ប្រឹងរករំដោះ ដល់ចន្ទភព?
៤. ហោះពីភពក្រៅ ឆ្ងាយលានយោជ
វឹងភ្លែតលឿនដូច ប៉ុន្មានយប់
មកដល់ព្រះចន្ទ្រ រួចក៏ឈប់
គិតប៉ងសាងភព ជម្រកនៅ។
៥. ថាសហោះជាហ្វូង មកក្រវែល
មើលទៅពុំដែល ដឹងរាក់ជ្រៅ
ប្រវត្តិមនុស្ស ផែនដីនៅ
អាយតាំងចិត្តទៅ យកព្រះចន្ទ្រ។
៦. គ្មានអ្វីឆ្ងល់ឡើយ បើថាសហោះ
នៅឯនាយសោះ ហោះមកកាន់
មកដល់រកឃើញ ឋានព្រះចន្ទ្រ
នោះច្បាស់ជាក់ស្បាន់ ស្រាវតាមដាន។
៧. ផ្លូវយានអវកាស ម្នុស្សត្រួសត្រាយ
ឆ្លងទៅទាំងផ្សាយ ទុកទាំងដាន
បំផ្លោងបង្ហោះ ប្រាប់ទាំងឋាន
មនុស្សរស់បាន ក្នុងចក្រវាល។
៨. ថាសហោះមកតាម ផ្លូវហ្នឹងហើយ
កុំបាច់ឆ្ងល់ឡើយ ឆ្លងព្រះកាល
មកដល់ឃើញមែន ត្រេកត្រអាល
ឃើញព្រះចន្ទ្រច្រាល គ្មានអ្នកនៅ។
៩. ពន្លឺចាំងដាល ពីផែនដី
ចុះតើហេតុអ្វី គេមិនទៅ
តាំងជាផែនភព សម្រាប់នៅ
បើគិតឲ្យជ្រៅ ចេះមិនដល់។
១០. អ្នកភពថាសហោះ អាចគិតច្នេះ
ខ្លួនប្រើតម្រិះ ម្នុស្សនៅឆ្ងល់
យកឋានព្រះចន្ទ្រ សាងជាផល
ផែនភពតម្កល់ ជីវិតថ្មី។
រក្សាសិទ្ធិ copyright rbu_spp 1:57 pm Saturday July 4, 2015 Sao Puthpong Sao
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Sunday, July 3, 2016
Saturday, July 2, 2016
12. Poem #rbu_Star_at_Seashore
Perching atop a rock smiling, at seashore,
Raising a hand to say bye to sky and more,
What else do you suggest she would do o'er there?
Guess, who can? Everyone could share their own care.
In white pants and black blouse, she seems to shout,
Boasting her graceful shape and smiling out.
"Ocean of joy, where are you, my dreamed love?
Have you been on Earth or on high above?"
What a scenery of sea-shore with a star,
Her grin weaves against horizon, afar,
As her hair waves and scents the air so nice,
Posing hands up -- says bye to paradise.
Copyright rbu_spp 3 July, 2014 6:10 am Puthpong Sao
Raising a hand to say bye to sky and more,
What else do you suggest she would do o'er there?
Guess, who can? Everyone could share their own care.
In white pants and black blouse, she seems to shout,
Boasting her graceful shape and smiling out.
"Ocean of joy, where are you, my dreamed love?
Have you been on Earth or on high above?"
What a scenery of sea-shore with a star,
Her grin weaves against horizon, afar,
As her hair waves and scents the air so nice,
Posing hands up -- says bye to paradise.
Copyright rbu_spp 3 July, 2014 6:10 am Puthpong Sao
11. Poem POLITICO-COMIC POEM #rbu_816_Sounds_Cat_Has_Head_Stuck_in_Pot
July 5, 2015 4:30 pm
Sounds like a cat has its head,
Stuck in a pot under bed,
As if a ghost plays music,
Beating a drum like comic.
Makes pigs laugh till saliva,
Spit out in red mouth water,
And dogs wake up barking loud:
"Why shout too loud and so loud?"
"Go ask the snails or the crabs,
"To see the 'marks' on true maps,
"Or ask the rats or the mice,
"'They rob o'r land -- Still so nice?'"
-- Actions speak louder than words --
"Not just 'cowherds' also birds,
"Spot out where true border marks,
"Are to be there 'Stop your barks!'"
"Maps imprinted in VN,
"Are used so much and often,
"To demarcate border line,
"That's why CAM has all to sign ..."
"To sigh out how to feel sad,
"Using such maps! Say, how mad!
"'That's CAM land still shrinks comin',
"Border marks walk in and in."
Note: cowherds (created for the context referred to 'kids tending cows' as 'shepherds' are people who tend sheep.)
Copyright © rbu_spp 5:16 pm Friday July 3, 2015 Sao Puthpong Sao I
Sounds like a cat has its head,
Stuck in a pot under bed,
As if a ghost plays music,
Beating a drum like comic.
Makes pigs laugh till saliva,
Spit out in red mouth water,
And dogs wake up barking loud:
"Why shout too loud and so loud?"
"Go ask the snails or the crabs,
"To see the 'marks' on true maps,
"Or ask the rats or the mice,
"'They rob o'r land -- Still so nice?'"
-- Actions speak louder than words --
"Not just 'cowherds' also birds,
"Spot out where true border marks,
"Are to be there 'Stop your barks!'"
"Maps imprinted in VN,
"Are used so much and often,
"To demarcate border line,
"That's why CAM has all to sign ..."
"To sigh out how to feel sad,
"Using such maps! Say, how mad!
"'That's CAM land still shrinks comin',
"Border marks walk in and in."
Note: cowherds (created for the context referred to 'kids tending cows' as 'shepherds' are people who tend sheep.)
Copyright © rbu_spp 5:16 pm Friday July 3, 2015 Sao Puthpong Sao I
10. Poem #rbu_Meeting_Theresa
On Dr. Theresa Langis's request, a meeting between me, trilingual poet and writer Puthpong Sao and the American technical writer Theresa -- herself instructor at the Royal University of Laws and Economics (RULE), Phnom Penh -- was held at The Phnom Penh Tower this morning from 9 to 10.
We talked about things related to writing -- her two projects on compiling oral history of Cambodian women's experiences during the KR regime, and my topics on writing three-language poems, short stories, tales for children and novels. She asked for my translation and transcription services to her schemes.
Having been in Cambodia for two and a half years now, she worked in different fields such as with the ECCC (Extraordinary Court for Crimes in Cambodia) and have collected verbal history of KR survivors in several regions of the kingdom.
Answering her enquiries about my past experiences, I talked about my childhood memories about wars since the March 18, 1970 coup d' Etat ... I related to her, saying, "Cock It Twice! Cock It Twice!" to her surprise. It's a projected title of my story, quoting a Khmer military Commander of Kirivong district barracks -- next to my then Junior High School -- as ordering his men to fire at a South-Vietnamese-American aircraft violating Cambodia's airspace in March that year.
She said she knew I had read my poems at Java with Greg Bem's introduction. I said, "I read 6 poems in total." I told her I had talked to Greg before his departure to the USA if he could find some people to take over his role as host for the reading events.
She asked me if I would like to read my works there again and for my opinions on the Monthly Poetry Reading at Java Cafe and "The Phnom Penh Writers Workoshop" hosted by Australian writer Carly Beth Nugent at the Terrace.
I told her both are good for writers and poets, and the difference is that at Java Cafe, some three [featured] readers have been picked up for the reading to the audience, whereas at The Terrace where writers and poets meet, we usually debate among us of each work submitted by the participants.
At the Terrace, we sometimes read our works, such as at the June 15 workshop when Dr. Bryan Humphrey asked me to read my "Remembrance: The Terrace on 95, Writers Workshop", Luke Young read my "How I Write a Poem Intuitively", Carly my "My Dreamed Love" and John Christopher Brown my "Grand Exhibition at Java Cafe". Jehangir Mehentee didn't have enough time to read another of mine.
Theresa de Langis, holding a PhD, has worked in Myanmar, Timor Lest, The Philippines, among other developing countries in the region.
We decided to communicate through email on what we should work together. And below is my poem of the event:
9 o'clock, a girl at the counter said:
"A foreign woman come? Not yet."
Then a middle-aged woman walked by me,
To a front table outside, I could see.
Presuming 'twas her, I then made a call.
She answered "Ah yes," and entered the hall.
"'Tis me, Theresa," self-introduced she.
"Puthpong," nice to know you as friend-to-be.
Seeing you is like having one more chance.
I guess you're a good woman at my glance.
"Khiang introduced me," she said smilingly.
I told her he knows me through Gregory.
Greg was introduced to me by Jennee,
Jennifer Hughes at the WIG,
Who is a godmother of Sovannthat,
A man who introduced me in his part.
"Oh yes," she said, back to what else to tell.
And "How d'you know your English pretty well?"
I answered, "I've learned it since my childhood,
In my six ways that should be understood,
Listening, Thinking, Questioning and Taking notes,
Speaking and Practising well all the quotes."
She smiled and her face was radiantly bright.
I said, "Your grin heartens me to see light."
© rbu_spp July 3, 2014 Puthpong Sao
Photo by Kim Sok (Sok Kipo), holding MBA from Beijing International University, who took me there by his car. He's President of KIPO.
COMMENTS
Bryan Humphrey:
You are an inspiration, Puthpong Sao.
Puthpong Sao:
You're right, Bryan Humphrey. Carly Beth Nugent even asked me whether I write my poems in Khmer first and then translate them into English. "No," I told her. Things go like this: when I read something whether texts or pictures, or watch telly or listen to something and the first inspiration is in any language of the three (Khmer, English or French) I take notes in writing or in my mind and write it in that language. As you see some poems of mine are in English and have no other language (French or Khmer) versions. That's why I wrote a poem "How I Write a Poem Intuitively," as my reply to Carly's question.
Yesterday, I told Theresa de Langis at the meeting that I'd write a poem about the meet. After lunch, I finished it on my phone around 1:30 pm. About to post it, someone called in and it all went off that I had to recall and rewrite it on my phone till nearly 4.
From mid-afternoon Wed when it rained, I wrote "Angry Sky ..." till around midnight, I wrote 5 poems.
Young and Carly, I see your look is young,
Your mind is fresh and your heart is so kind,
Helping edit my short story among,
Things like my English poems as I find,
So precious your kindness and frankness are.
Please accept my thanks for your help, thus far.
Thanks to both Luke Young and Carly Beth Nugent for your nice and helpful comments on my story "Destiny Built in Deep Heart from Both Hands"
Thank Dr. Bryan Humphrey. Your comments are always heartening.
Makara Try:
សូមសរសើរលោកពូដោយស្មោះអស់ពីចិត្ត!
Puthpong Sao:
Thank Makara Try for heartening comment. Best wishes. Have you known Kim Sok (Sok Kipo)? He's just finished his studies for MBA at Jiaotong Beijing International University.
Sok Kipo:
Makara Try is one of my good friends i have known there. He helped me much while i was studying there.
We talked about things related to writing -- her two projects on compiling oral history of Cambodian women's experiences during the KR regime, and my topics on writing three-language poems, short stories, tales for children and novels. She asked for my translation and transcription services to her schemes.
Having been in Cambodia for two and a half years now, she worked in different fields such as with the ECCC (Extraordinary Court for Crimes in Cambodia) and have collected verbal history of KR survivors in several regions of the kingdom.
Answering her enquiries about my past experiences, I talked about my childhood memories about wars since the March 18, 1970 coup d' Etat ... I related to her, saying, "Cock It Twice! Cock It Twice!" to her surprise. It's a projected title of my story, quoting a Khmer military Commander of Kirivong district barracks -- next to my then Junior High School -- as ordering his men to fire at a South-Vietnamese-American aircraft violating Cambodia's airspace in March that year.
She said she knew I had read my poems at Java with Greg Bem's introduction. I said, "I read 6 poems in total." I told her I had talked to Greg before his departure to the USA if he could find some people to take over his role as host for the reading events.
She asked me if I would like to read my works there again and for my opinions on the Monthly Poetry Reading at Java Cafe and "The Phnom Penh Writers Workoshop" hosted by Australian writer Carly Beth Nugent at the Terrace.
I told her both are good for writers and poets, and the difference is that at Java Cafe, some three [featured] readers have been picked up for the reading to the audience, whereas at The Terrace where writers and poets meet, we usually debate among us of each work submitted by the participants.
At the Terrace, we sometimes read our works, such as at the June 15 workshop when Dr. Bryan Humphrey asked me to read my "Remembrance: The Terrace on 95, Writers Workshop", Luke Young read my "How I Write a Poem Intuitively", Carly my "My Dreamed Love" and John Christopher Brown my "Grand Exhibition at Java Cafe". Jehangir Mehentee didn't have enough time to read another of mine.
Theresa de Langis, holding a PhD, has worked in Myanmar, Timor Lest, The Philippines, among other developing countries in the region.
We decided to communicate through email on what we should work together. And below is my poem of the event:
9 o'clock, a girl at the counter said:
"A foreign woman come? Not yet."
Then a middle-aged woman walked by me,
To a front table outside, I could see.
Presuming 'twas her, I then made a call.
She answered "Ah yes," and entered the hall.
"'Tis me, Theresa," self-introduced she.
"Puthpong," nice to know you as friend-to-be.
Seeing you is like having one more chance.
I guess you're a good woman at my glance.
"Khiang introduced me," she said smilingly.
I told her he knows me through Gregory.
Greg was introduced to me by Jennee,
Jennifer Hughes at the WIG,
Who is a godmother of Sovannthat,
A man who introduced me in his part.
"Oh yes," she said, back to what else to tell.
And "How d'you know your English pretty well?"
I answered, "I've learned it since my childhood,
In my six ways that should be understood,
Listening, Thinking, Questioning and Taking notes,
Speaking and Practising well all the quotes."
She smiled and her face was radiantly bright.
I said, "Your grin heartens me to see light."
© rbu_spp July 3, 2014 Puthpong Sao
Photo by Kim Sok (Sok Kipo), holding MBA from Beijing International University, who took me there by his car. He's President of KIPO.
COMMENTS
Bryan Humphrey:
You are an inspiration, Puthpong Sao.
Puthpong Sao:
You're right, Bryan Humphrey. Carly Beth Nugent even asked me whether I write my poems in Khmer first and then translate them into English. "No," I told her. Things go like this: when I read something whether texts or pictures, or watch telly or listen to something and the first inspiration is in any language of the three (Khmer, English or French) I take notes in writing or in my mind and write it in that language. As you see some poems of mine are in English and have no other language (French or Khmer) versions. That's why I wrote a poem "How I Write a Poem Intuitively," as my reply to Carly's question.
Yesterday, I told Theresa de Langis at the meeting that I'd write a poem about the meet. After lunch, I finished it on my phone around 1:30 pm. About to post it, someone called in and it all went off that I had to recall and rewrite it on my phone till nearly 4.
From mid-afternoon Wed when it rained, I wrote "Angry Sky ..." till around midnight, I wrote 5 poems.
Young and Carly, I see your look is young,
Your mind is fresh and your heart is so kind,
Helping edit my short story among,
Things like my English poems as I find,
So precious your kindness and frankness are.
Please accept my thanks for your help, thus far.
Thanks to both Luke Young and Carly Beth Nugent for your nice and helpful comments on my story "Destiny Built in Deep Heart from Both Hands"
Thank Dr. Bryan Humphrey. Your comments are always heartening.
Makara Try:
សូមសរសើរលោកពូដោយស្មោះអស់ពីចិត្ត!
Puthpong Sao:
Thank Makara Try for heartening comment. Best wishes. Have you known Kim Sok (Sok Kipo)? He's just finished his studies for MBA at Jiaotong Beijing International University.
Sok Kipo:
Makara Try is one of my good friends i have known there. He helped me much while i was studying there.
9. Poem #rbu_ANGRY_SKY THREATENING RAINS
#rbu_ANGRY_SKY THREATENING RAINS
The angry sky starts painting the space with gray veils,
Covering Phnom Penh as to revenge but it fails,
To calm its anger, it pours down torrential rains,
No one welcomes it, it forces smiling and feigns ...
Covering Phnom Penh as to revenge but it fails,
To calm its anger, it pours down torrential rains,
No one welcomes it, it forces smiling and feigns ...
Though feigns so mild, it fails to hide its shameful shame,
Out of defeat from the how-boastful-of-its-game.
It tries to immerge Phnom Penh under filthy flood,
But even fails to spill Phnom Penh with murky mud.
Out of defeat from the how-boastful-of-its-game.
It tries to immerge Phnom Penh under filthy flood,
But even fails to spill Phnom Penh with murky mud.
Yet, it threatens the capital in its half dark,
With several awful monkey's weddings all to mark,
The rainy season is coming in with its full force,
Whilst peasants have been waiting for as water source.
With several awful monkey's weddings all to mark,
The rainy season is coming in with its full force,
Whilst peasants have been waiting for as water source.
Sky, why don't you pour down the rains in countryside?
Where waiting farmers are in your needs nation-wide,
Farming fields are in rural areas, not in town,
Thus, stop your angry rains over town as poured down.
Where waiting farmers are in your needs nation-wide,
Farming fields are in rural areas, not in town,
Thus, stop your angry rains over town as poured down.
© rbu_spp July 2, 2014 Sao Puthpong
8. Poem #rbu_LOVELY_LONDON_FLOWERS
2 July 2014 ·
Lovely flowers open in the morning,
Boast their beauty in the breeze, shivering,
So soft they are to the touch with the nose.
And scent so nice for the breaths as the rose.
Boast their beauty in the breeze, shivering,
So soft they are to the touch with the nose.
And scent so nice for the breaths as the rose.
You help relax fatigue and tiredness,
Making bored mind refreshed and stressless,
Oh fresh flowers, you conquer all the hearts.
And free all trapped spirits with your shared parts.
Making bored mind refreshed and stressless,
Oh fresh flowers, you conquer all the hearts.
And free all trapped spirits with your shared parts.
If you were on top of London Tower,
Had a job to recount every hour,
You'd be then world-famous like The Big Ben,
Counting ev'ry hour of two plus ten.
Had a job to recount every hour,
You'd be then world-famous like The Big Ben,
Counting ev'ry hour of two plus ten.
© rbu_spp July 2, 2014 Sao Puthpong
Photo: Amanda Collins (London)
Photo: Amanda Collins (London)
Puthpong Sao Amanda Collins:
Thank you Puthpong Sao; lovely poem, made my day :-)
Puthpong Sao:
Your pleasure, Amanda Collins.
Thank you Puthpong Sao; lovely poem, made my day :-)
Puthpong Sao:
Your pleasure, Amanda Collins.
Friday, July 1, 2016
7. Poem #rbu_655_ក្រុងយើងយ៉ាងណា?
AT THE ASIA FOUNDATION (My Two Poems Read)
នៅឯពិធីសម្ពោធបើកពិពរណ៍ "វិចិត្រសាលសិល្បៈសហគមន៍" Community Arts Gallery រៀបចំដោយ អង្គការមូលនិធិអាស៊ី នៅការិយាល័យកណ្ដាលនៃអង្គការ កាលពីព្រលប់មិញ កំណាព្យទាំងពីរនេះ មួយជាភាសាខ្មែរ (ខ្ញុំបានសរសេរកាលយប់ថ្ងៃច័ន្ទទី២៤វិច្ឆិកា) និងមួយទៀតជាភាសាអង់គ្លេស (ខ្ញុំបានសរសេរកាលព្រឹកមិញថ្ងៃអង្គារទី២៥វិច្ឆិកា) ត្រូវបានអាន៖ មួយជាភាសាខ្មែរ ខ្ញុំបានអានជាមួយកញ្ញា វង្ស សុជាតា ឯមួយទៀតជាភាសាអង់គ្លេសអានដោយអ្នកនិពន្ធអាមេរិកាំង នាង Elizabeth Lisa. - With Artist Khiang Hei, Dr. Theresa de Langis, Kara Kristin Spore, Silas Everett (Country Representative of The Asia Foundation, the host), Elizabeth Lisa, Vong Socheata, Vicheanon Khieu, Patrick Mosolf, Andrew Jilani, François Vioud and Silvia Anaid Gr, Laura, Seng Visal, Prak Kannith and others. After the reading I was given one thumb-up after another by participants in the audience. My special thank goes to Khiang Hei for invitation and The Asia Foundation and Silas Everett for the first quarterly event, and all the audience for their likes and applause.
១ ពោល៖គូស្រករក្មេង ដើរស្វែងរក ...
ម្លប់ឈើនឹងជ្រក អង្គុយអាន
កៅអីឯណា រកពុំបាន ...
ស្រី៖“ តើឲ្យយើងអាន នៅទីណា?”
២ ប្រុស៖ “នៅក្នុងកែវភ្នែក ទាំងគូថ្លៃ ,,,
ភ្លឺដូចចរណៃ ពេជ្រចាំងថ្លា
សមនឹងសម្រស់ កែវជីវា ...
គន់មើលលោកា ទុក្ខក្នុងចិត្ត”។
៣ “រមួលឈឺចាប់ ប្រាប់ពុំបាន ...
រងាទាំងប្រាណ ទុក្ខរួមរឹត
មើលមេឃបាត់ច័ន្ទ្រ ខ្មៅងងឹត ...
ស្រោបជិតបាំងបាត់ សម្រស់ស្រី”។
៤ ស្រី៖ “ភ្លៀងធ្លាក់ជោកជាំ ជន់លិចផ្លូវ ...
ម៉ូតូឡានត្រូវ ហែលដូចត្រី
កណ្ដាលភ្នំពេញ ក្រុងធ្លាប់ល្បី ...
ប្រែមុខមាត់ថ្មី លិច.ក្រោមទឹក” ។
៥ ប្រុស៖ Lexus, Rolls-Royce ទយគូទទល់
មកទើរនិងយល់ ស្នូរគគ្រឹក
បំពង់ផ្សែងឈ្លក់ លាន់សន្ធឹក ...
ហែលគោកទាំងព្រឹក កណ្ដាលក្រុង។
៦ អ្នកដើរនុ៎ះ ន៎ រកឆ្លងផ្លូវ ...
ម៉ូតូឡានត្រូវ ស្ទះកកស្លុង
ពារលើគំនូស បំពានហ្នុង ...
ហេតុអ្វីក៏ក្រុង ភ្លេចកម្រ។
៧ មើលចុះឡាននោះ បរកាត់វឹង ...
ច្រាសផ្លូវទទឹង ចរាចរណ៍
មិនខ្វល់គេឯង ជែងអ៊ូអរ ...
គិតងាយ ការក្រ ខ្វះសណ្ដាប់។
៨ ស្រី៖ មើលលើចិញ្ចើម សម្រាប់ថ្មើរ ...
គ្នាបានអ្វីដើរ បើណែនតាប់
ម៉ូតូឡានចត ទទឹងស្រាប់ ...
ឃើញរឹតតែយ៉ាប់ ផើងផ្កាបាំង។
៩ ចិញ្ចើមផ្លូវសោត កោតតែមាន ...
ការ៉ូបំពាន ខ្ពស់ទាបតាំង
ដេរដាសដោយអ្វី រាំងបង្ខាំង ...
ដូចលេណចម្បាំង ក្នុងធានី។
១០ បើនឹងដើរលេង តាមឧទ្យាន ...
ក៏ពុំឃើញមាន សួនជាទី
អង្គុយកម្សាន្ត ជារមណីយ៍ ...
គេលក់ខ្ទេចខ្ទី គ្មានចន្លោះ។
១១ ប្រុស៖ តើក្រុងនៃយើង គួរយ៉ាងម៉េច? ...
ជើងត្បូងកើតលិច ពុលហប់ខ្សោះ
ផ្សែងម៉ូតូឡាន ធាតុពុលសោះ ...
អួរអាប់ទាំងអស់ បរិស្ថាន ។
១២ លម្ហបៃតង ក្រុងត្រូវមាន ...
គេលក់បំពាន ធ្វើមានបាន
កើបលុយដុល្លារ ដូរម៉ូដឡាន ...
សង់គេហដ្ឋាន លើសវាំងស្ដេច។
១៣ មើលតែបឹងកក់ ឃើញស្រាប់ហើយ ...
គឺជាចម្លើយ ច្បាស់ជាស្រេច
បូមដីលុបបឹង ឡើងគោកខ្សាច់ ...
ចង់ថាមិនបាច់ មានសួនហ្អី?!
១៤ បរិស្ថានមាត់បឹង ទីនេះល្អ ...
បើទុកលម្ហ បៃតងខ្ចី
តាមក្រុងត្រូវការ វាលបុរី ...
តែចង្រៃអី្វ គេលក់ខ្ទេច។
១៥ ស្រី៖ មនុស្សកើនឡើង ក្រុងចង្អៀត ...
វាលសួនសោតទៀត គេធ្វើភ្លេច
ខ្យល់អាប់អួរពុល ជាប់ជានិច្ច ...
សំរាមគគ្រិច អួទីនួ?
១៦ កាលជាងសែសិប ឆ្នាំមុននេះ ...
ល្បីដូចប៉ារិស កេរ្តិ៍ខ្លាំងគួរ
ភ្នំពេញអាស៊ី គជឋានសួគ៌ ...
ពុំសមអាប់អួរ ធ្លាក់ដល់ម្ល៉ឹង៕
ម្លប់ឈើនឹងជ្រក អង្គុយអាន
កៅអីឯណា រកពុំបាន ...
ស្រី៖“ តើឲ្យយើងអាន នៅទីណា?”
២ ប្រុស៖ “នៅក្នុងកែវភ្នែក ទាំងគូថ្លៃ ,,,
ភ្លឺដូចចរណៃ ពេជ្រចាំងថ្លា
សមនឹងសម្រស់ កែវជីវា ...
គន់មើលលោកា ទុក្ខក្នុងចិត្ត”។
៣ “រមួលឈឺចាប់ ប្រាប់ពុំបាន ...
រងាទាំងប្រាណ ទុក្ខរួមរឹត
មើលមេឃបាត់ច័ន្ទ្រ ខ្មៅងងឹត ...
ស្រោបជិតបាំងបាត់ សម្រស់ស្រី”។
៤ ស្រី៖ “ភ្លៀងធ្លាក់ជោកជាំ ជន់លិចផ្លូវ ...
ម៉ូតូឡានត្រូវ ហែលដូចត្រី
កណ្ដាលភ្នំពេញ ក្រុងធ្លាប់ល្បី ...
ប្រែមុខមាត់ថ្មី លិច.ក្រោមទឹក” ។
៥ ប្រុស៖ Lexus, Rolls-Royce ទយគូទទល់
មកទើរនិងយល់ ស្នូរគគ្រឹក
បំពង់ផ្សែងឈ្លក់ លាន់សន្ធឹក ...
ហែលគោកទាំងព្រឹក កណ្ដាលក្រុង។
៦ អ្នកដើរនុ៎ះ ន៎ រកឆ្លងផ្លូវ ...
ម៉ូតូឡានត្រូវ ស្ទះកកស្លុង
ពារលើគំនូស បំពានហ្នុង ...
ហេតុអ្វីក៏ក្រុង ភ្លេចកម្រ។
៧ មើលចុះឡាននោះ បរកាត់វឹង ...
ច្រាសផ្លូវទទឹង ចរាចរណ៍
មិនខ្វល់គេឯង ជែងអ៊ូអរ ...
គិតងាយ ការក្រ ខ្វះសណ្ដាប់។
៨ ស្រី៖ មើលលើចិញ្ចើម សម្រាប់ថ្មើរ ...
គ្នាបានអ្វីដើរ បើណែនតាប់
ម៉ូតូឡានចត ទទឹងស្រាប់ ...
ឃើញរឹតតែយ៉ាប់ ផើងផ្កាបាំង។
៩ ចិញ្ចើមផ្លូវសោត កោតតែមាន ...
ការ៉ូបំពាន ខ្ពស់ទាបតាំង
ដេរដាសដោយអ្វី រាំងបង្ខាំង ...
ដូចលេណចម្បាំង ក្នុងធានី។
១០ បើនឹងដើរលេង តាមឧទ្យាន ...
ក៏ពុំឃើញមាន សួនជាទី
អង្គុយកម្សាន្ត ជារមណីយ៍ ...
គេលក់ខ្ទេចខ្ទី គ្មានចន្លោះ។
១១ ប្រុស៖ តើក្រុងនៃយើង គួរយ៉ាងម៉េច? ...
ជើងត្បូងកើតលិច ពុលហប់ខ្សោះ
ផ្សែងម៉ូតូឡាន ធាតុពុលសោះ ...
អួរអាប់ទាំងអស់ បរិស្ថាន ។
១២ លម្ហបៃតង ក្រុងត្រូវមាន ...
គេលក់បំពាន ធ្វើមានបាន
កើបលុយដុល្លារ ដូរម៉ូដឡាន ...
សង់គេហដ្ឋាន លើសវាំងស្ដេច។
១៣ មើលតែបឹងកក់ ឃើញស្រាប់ហើយ ...
គឺជាចម្លើយ ច្បាស់ជាស្រេច
បូមដីលុបបឹង ឡើងគោកខ្សាច់ ...
ចង់ថាមិនបាច់ មានសួនហ្អី?!
១៤ បរិស្ថានមាត់បឹង ទីនេះល្អ ...
បើទុកលម្ហ បៃតងខ្ចី
តាមក្រុងត្រូវការ វាលបុរី ...
តែចង្រៃអី្វ គេលក់ខ្ទេច។
១៥ ស្រី៖ មនុស្សកើនឡើង ក្រុងចង្អៀត ...
វាលសួនសោតទៀត គេធ្វើភ្លេច
ខ្យល់អាប់អួរពុល ជាប់ជានិច្ច ...
សំរាមគគ្រិច អួទីនួ?
១៦ កាលជាងសែសិប ឆ្នាំមុននេះ ...
ល្បីដូចប៉ារិស កេរ្តិ៍ខ្លាំងគួរ
ភ្នំពេញអាស៊ី គជឋានសួគ៌ ...
ពុំសមអាប់អួរ ធ្លាក់ដល់ម្ល៉ឹង៕
© rbu_spp Written: 9:27 pm Nov 24, Edited: 9:16 am Nov 25, 2014
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