Two Colors for K and E

                បទពាក្យ ៧

អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃសរសៃសូត្រ     ទោរទន់យោរយកតាមអក្ខរា

ក្រអូបឈ្ងុយឈ្ងប់ក្លិនបុស្បា     បង់បោយយាត្រាតាមសំបុត្រ ។

អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃត្រកងអូន      រាត្រីសាយ័នស្នេហ៌បរិសុទ្ធ

ពេលណាអ្នកមកអោយចន្ទផុត   ទុក្ខារាប់សិបក្នុងចិន្តា ។

អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃប្រលាក់ពណ៍ ​​​​​​ ​  ម្ចាស់ដៃរូបល្អ ក្នុងលោកា

ភ្លេចញាំខ្ចៅខ្ចងម្ចូរម្លូរស្លា     ភ្លេចខ្លុយស្នេហារូបអូនហើយ ។

អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃទិសនិរតី       មិនអាសូរស្រីបក់មិនល្ហើយ

ឬអ្នកជួបហង្សថ្មីទៅហើយ    បានរូបត្រាណត្រើយកន្ទើយចិត្ត ។

អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃកូរទឺកល្អក់     ទឹកភ្នែកកខ្វក់ដៃប្រឌិត

អូនលេងជឿហើយពាក្យស្នេហ៍ស្និទ្ធ សូមបួសលាងចិត្តលាងកម្មស្នេហ៍។

អាសូរម្ចាស់ដៃអ្នកអង្វរ ​​    ផ្លែល្វារូបល្អដែលបែកបែរ

ជាតិថ្មីជាតិចាស់មិនចង់ក្បែរ  អោអើយម្ចាស់ស្នេហ៍លារហូត៕
​​​ ​​​​​           Melancholy hands

Melancholy hands of a silky thread

Rampant and swing along certain words

Scented fragrance of the flowers

Waving the expedition from the letters


Melancholy hands that hold me

The Aurora nights, and the true love

When will you come to the moon

Help her to overcome the painfulness in her heart


Melancholy hands that fill with paint

The hands of the pulchritudinous man on the universe

Forget his snail food, sour soup, Areca nuts and betel leaves

Forget his beloved flute that I gave to him


Melancholy hands from the southwest

No sympathy for this anguish

It’s because you find another golden bird

That’s why you turn your back at me


Melancholy hands stir the unclear water

The dirty tears, the liar’s hands

No more belief in your counterfeit words

Become a nun to clean the karma


Melancholy hands begging me

The beautiful fig cheated on love

Next life, old life, wish not to see you again

My little darling, just say goodbye

Rusting Sound of an old Casino

Rusting Sound of an old Casino

You come and then you go

You forget but you pretend like you know

A little wave crushing the sand

The saltiness decay of your old man

I blow away before you bury me

I'm stuck in the grave

While you catch the cloud

Watching it turns into my tears

I lock my legs with all my bones

Waiting for you to call me home

Until the day you knock me down

These clowns wearing a new crown

A cancer has besieged this rotten apple

Because of you

A forced goodbye

While watching the new dancing grass smile.



Poem for Cambodian singer

                                                  Touch Srey Nich is one of my favorite singers. She was shot and unable to sing anymore. Her life is hard when she lost her beautiful voice and I am very upset that I can’t hear her gorgeous voice. She inspired me to write this poem. I want to give her more stamina to enjoy the rest of her life in this world blissfully.

Photo by: khmp3

The Purple Petal

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Bear the Bear

Writing is where I create my imaginary world and become the hero for all the living creatures in that world. Writing is where I express my feelings, I can make it be the most stupid stories with the clumsy and crazy character that I could laugh all day long.  They are the one who solves my real problems, trying to find new solutions for my headache days.

A while ago, I was apart of the Creative Writing Story Expertise. We learned how to use all kinds of writing techniques through poems and short stories. I wrote a lot of poems, pass responses, and short stories.

Bear the Bear” is one of my favorite stories.

Bear the Bear

Bally, I am a 1.30m polar bear. I’ve been pass down five or six times. I am a bear who happily shower the impurity on the palm sofar waiting for my beautiful master’s smile. I wait until my thick furs are short, adhesive, and my

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Kampot Reader and Writer Festival

On November 2nd, 16 students had including me had attempted the festival called “Reader and Writer” festival. It had been 4 days that all the students had experience with the poetry slam and art. 

  On the first day, we went to the pepper farm called “SOTHY’s Pepper Farm”.

 We interviewed the owner and also explored the farm.

One of the interesting things is because of the special rock or soil that has only in Kampot and has been used for pepper purpose, makes the quality of the pepper become higher.

But because of the climate change, the traditional way of growing the pepper is very harmful to the business.

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