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About Mr. Samrane S. Savangsy
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My roots are in Lao, specifically barn Nong Tome, Saeng Sak Muang, Muang
Phornethong, Jumpasak. I come from a huge farming family. Nong Tome is a
small town that consists of about 85 families, and it sits right alongside Mae
Narm Kong. Like most families that left Lao, ours remained in Soon Ubon for a
few years before making the trip to the States.
Our first stop was a small, sleepy, picturesque town Littleton, New Hampshire, where everyone knows almost everyone. Our house situates right alongside a river, and across the river stands a majestic mountain some distance away.
Because of the extreme cold weather, my parents then moved to San Francisco, CA., where I ran into cultural shocks of city life. Everything seemed to be moving too fast. Years later, I graduated from a high school there. We then moved to Sacramento, and I obtained a Bachelor's degree in Finance from Sacramento State University, and we've been living here eversince.Thanks for your time. Kop jai everyone for the support.
To contact Mr. Samrane : sfgiantz49ersf@aol.com
Our first stop was a small, sleepy, picturesque town Littleton, New Hampshire, where everyone knows almost everyone. Our house situates right alongside a river, and across the river stands a majestic mountain some distance away.
Because of the extreme cold weather, my parents then moved to San Francisco, CA., where I ran into cultural shocks of city life. Everything seemed to be moving too fast. Years later, I graduated from a high school there. We then moved to Sacramento, and I obtained a Bachelor's degree in Finance from Sacramento State University, and we've been living here eversince.Thanks for your time. Kop jai everyone for the support.
To contact Mr. Samrane : sfgiantz49ersf@aol.com
INTRODUCTION
Years ago when I was just a small boy, my grandfather, a well-known story teller who had roamed all corners of our Kingdom Rartharnark and the Kingdom to the north (Dao Neua), to the south (Dai), the east (Narn), and west (Taharath), told me a story about a son of the farmers’ rise to a higher social status, or his rise to power. But the story was not just about his rise to power; more importantly, it was a story of love, honor, courage, and justice.
I will now begin telling this inspirational tale, not from whence our farmers’ son was conceived, but from whence two years after he had enlisted in the great ancient King Suutharath’s army.
Two years after our farmers’ son enlisted in King Suutharath’s army, the roots of interest in his young life started to expand. Now I will begin.
Years ago when I was just a small boy, my grandfather, a well-known story teller who had roamed all corners of our Kingdom Rartharnark and the Kingdom to the north (Dao Neua), to the south (Dai), the east (Narn), and west (Taharath), told me a story about a son of the farmers’ rise to a higher social status, or his rise to power. But the story was not just about his rise to power; more importantly, it was a story of love, honor, courage, and justice.
I will now begin telling this inspirational tale, not from whence our farmers’ son was conceived, but from whence two years after he had enlisted in the great ancient King Suutharath’s army.
Two years after our farmers’ son enlisted in King Suutharath’s army, the roots of interest in his young life started to expand. Now I will begin.
An excerpt from Farmers Son: His Rise to Power
A young man, a Private in King Suutharath’s army, had just dropped General Xaithirath off at the nearby city, Xieng, which was about half a day away from the Capitol, Swun. He turned the carriage around and drove as fast as the two horses could gallop. The young soldier knew what the punishment would be if he were to be late in picking up another General and his officers. He called on or rather yelled at those horses to move faster and faster.
“Go now! Faster! Go faster!” He yelled at them as if they could understand him.
He could have whipped the two horses, but his kind, compassionate heart would not allow him to use the whip lying by his side. So all he could do was urging on and complimenting that the horses move along with a greater speed.
“Go now, the greatest stallions in our Kingdom! Go Faster!”
On dirt road with tall trees and thick shrubs and bushes on both sides, the horses’ hoofs touched a hard ground, and the wheels spun as if rolling downhill. The soldier’s shouts could be heard a good distance away. Dust became like red fog that covered the carriage from behind.
“Go Faster! Pick up your speed! Prove to me that you two are the greatest stallions in all the known and unknown Kingdoms!” The two horses ran as if they understood the soldier’s words and as if they understood the urgency at hand. They galloped so fast that if you were to look at the carriage from a distance, you would think as though they glided with ease just few inches above the ground.
A young man, a Private in King Suutharath’s army, had just dropped General Xaithirath off at the nearby city, Xieng, which was about half a day away from the Capitol, Swun. He turned the carriage around and drove as fast as the two horses could gallop. The young soldier knew what the punishment would be if he were to be late in picking up another General and his officers. He called on or rather yelled at those horses to move faster and faster.
“Go now! Faster! Go faster!” He yelled at them as if they could understand him.
He could have whipped the two horses, but his kind, compassionate heart would not allow him to use the whip lying by his side. So all he could do was urging on and complimenting that the horses move along with a greater speed.
“Go now, the greatest stallions in our Kingdom! Go Faster!”
On dirt road with tall trees and thick shrubs and bushes on both sides, the horses’ hoofs touched a hard ground, and the wheels spun as if rolling downhill. The soldier’s shouts could be heard a good distance away. Dust became like red fog that covered the carriage from behind.
“Go Faster! Pick up your speed! Prove to me that you two are the greatest stallions in all the known and unknown Kingdoms!” The two horses ran as if they understood the soldier’s words and as if they understood the urgency at hand. They galloped so fast that if you were to look at the carriage from a distance, you would think as though they glided with ease just few inches above the ground.
INTRODUCTION
The majority of the poems in A New Beginning: Love Poems and Others were written in my younger years, starting in high school and few years thereafter. I remember writing these poems down whenever I felt it, and as for the sad poems, more than anything, I wrote them down as a therapeutic measure. As I reread through my teen-year poems, I can see how innocent, genuine, comical, and desperate some of them sound. And I’ve edited most of the poems as little as possible because I want to leave the youthful spirit untarnished.
The poems are arranged into four parts for a simple reason that each part has its own identity or theme, but they are not arranged in any particular order. Though the first two parts deal with love, each touches on a different stage of love. First part talks about love’s courting and understanding or happy stage, and the second part recalls love’s sadness, confusion, and ending; the third part paints pictures of life’s miscellany. And the fourth part occurs when love has ended and night has parted, and a new day is about to take shape as the sun waits right at dawn’s doorsteps and ready to rise. There is a sense of a new beginning, the one that may bring brighter tomorrows.
The majority of the poems in A New Beginning: Love Poems and Others were written in my younger years, starting in high school and few years thereafter. I remember writing these poems down whenever I felt it, and as for the sad poems, more than anything, I wrote them down as a therapeutic measure. As I reread through my teen-year poems, I can see how innocent, genuine, comical, and desperate some of them sound. And I’ve edited most of the poems as little as possible because I want to leave the youthful spirit untarnished.
The poems are arranged into four parts for a simple reason that each part has its own identity or theme, but they are not arranged in any particular order. Though the first two parts deal with love, each touches on a different stage of love. First part talks about love’s courting and understanding or happy stage, and the second part recalls love’s sadness, confusion, and ending; the third part paints pictures of life’s miscellany. And the fourth part occurs when love has ended and night has parted, and a new day is about to take shape as the sun waits right at dawn’s doorsteps and ready to rise. There is a sense of a new beginning, the one that may bring brighter tomorrows.
An excerpt from A New Beginning: Love Poems and Others
To Her
To her my heart be.
Uncertain is this world.
Much love I have for her.
Not a word is sent.
I can only sigh.
To her my heart be.
Uncertain is this world.
Much love I have for her.
Not a word is sent.
I can only sigh.
A Broken Heart
In my room,
I sit all alone thinking
About what happened
And thinking of you.
At times, I stare at the wall;
At times, I can feel my tears drip;
And I can feel my heart’s slow beatings.
It is bleeding.
In my room, I cannot close my eyes.
Many times I walk around in the dark,
Hoping the pain would cease,
And hoping there would be
A moment of peace.
In my room,
I sit like a fool.
And in my room,
I keep thinking of you
In my room,
I sit all alone thinking
About what happened
And thinking of you.
At times, I stare at the wall;
At times, I can feel my tears drip;
And I can feel my heart’s slow beatings.
It is bleeding.
In my room, I cannot close my eyes.
Many times I walk around in the dark,
Hoping the pain would cease,
And hoping there would be
A moment of peace.
In my room,
I sit like a fool.
And in my room,
I keep thinking of you
True Friendship
True friendship never withers
Unlike leaves which fall in autumn.
True friendship never seems to fade,
Unlike the wind’s current that changes.
True friendship never fails;
When things go wrong, true friends are near.
True friendship will not disperse,
Unlike cold which, when in heat vanishes.
True friendship, like earth and sky,
Which never disappear from the eyes.
True friendship, when in flame
Never burns, nor drowns in water,
Nor tosses, nor turns.
True friendship, hardly a thing
That erases; it is part of our faces.
And true friendship is the musical sound
That is always there.
True friendship never withers
Unlike leaves which fall in autumn.
True friendship never seems to fade,
Unlike the wind’s current that changes.
True friendship never fails;
When things go wrong, true friends are near.
True friendship will not disperse,
Unlike cold which, when in heat vanishes.
True friendship, like earth and sky,
Which never disappear from the eyes.
True friendship, when in flame
Never burns, nor drowns in water,
Nor tosses, nor turns.
True friendship, hardly a thing
That erases; it is part of our faces.
And true friendship is the musical sound
That is always there.
INTRODUCTION
Heanthong’s Last Wish is about the strength of friendship and love’s uncertain, unpredictable course. Fate pushes Souk (Sook) into Heanthong’s front door, literally. The two of them immediately fall for each other though their innermost feelings remain unspoken and linger on for sometimes. Once these feelings are revealed, the world belongs to Souk and Heanthong fills with nothing but smiles and laughter. Their smiles and laughter soon turn into frowns and tears. Fate has pushed the two young people together; by the same token, it creates a huge space between them. Misunderstanding arises and becomes a source of distrust for Heanthong, who then turns her back completely on Souk. Lost and confused, Souk strongly believes that Heanthong has overreacted, but Heanthong perceives the circumstances differently.
Come and take a journey into the lives of a few young persons, who have left their beloved land (Laos) behind with their families because of untoward circumstances and live in a foreign land (USA) where they meet. Friendship and love form. Their friendship is unshakeable and cannot be broken as if glued together by sticky rice. And then comes love's unpredictable course, where there are twists and turn-found, lost, and united, but fate seems to have far reaching effects beyond reason.
Heanthong’s Last Wish is about the strength of friendship and love’s uncertain, unpredictable course. Fate pushes Souk (Sook) into Heanthong’s front door, literally. The two of them immediately fall for each other though their innermost feelings remain unspoken and linger on for sometimes. Once these feelings are revealed, the world belongs to Souk and Heanthong fills with nothing but smiles and laughter. Their smiles and laughter soon turn into frowns and tears. Fate has pushed the two young people together; by the same token, it creates a huge space between them. Misunderstanding arises and becomes a source of distrust for Heanthong, who then turns her back completely on Souk. Lost and confused, Souk strongly believes that Heanthong has overreacted, but Heanthong perceives the circumstances differently.
Come and take a journey into the lives of a few young persons, who have left their beloved land (Laos) behind with their families because of untoward circumstances and live in a foreign land (USA) where they meet. Friendship and love form. Their friendship is unshakeable and cannot be broken as if glued together by sticky rice. And then comes love's unpredictable course, where there are twists and turn-found, lost, and united, but fate seems to have far reaching effects beyond reason.
An excerpt from Heanthong`s Last Wish
I looked around, hoping to catch someone outside. I was in luck. Outside of a nearby house, an oriental girl was standing by herself. She seemed to be enjoying the sunset and the cool evening air. She looked pleasant and friendly. Her eyes fixed on the distant horizon, where the sun was about to set. Without wasting any moment, I walked slowly toward her. She then looked my way as I trudged along the sidewalk. When I approached her, I was surprised that she greeted me first.
“Hello,” she looked at me with a smile. “Are you lost?”
True, I was lost. But I knew I could find my way out sooner or later with a working car.
“Not really,” came my reply as I stopped right in front of her.
We both smiled.
I then told her about my problem and asked if I could use her phone. She just smiled and ignored my question. She was absorbed with the uniform I wore. She looked at me from head to toe.
“Are you in the Army?”
“Yes. Actually, it’s the California Army National Guard.”
“I’ve never seen a soldier this close.”
She took one step toward me.
“May I touch your uniform?”
“You may.” I said, appreciating her politeness.
She reached over and touched my right arm. She looked so innocent and very curious. After she withdrew her hand, she thanked me.
“No problem.”
Both of us just smiled.
“Did you say you’re having car problem?”
“Yes. And can I use your phone so I can call home or a tow truck?”
“No need to call anyone,” came her surprised answer.
“What do you mean?” I looked at her.
“I know my dad can help. He’s pretty good with cars.”
She paused; I felt relief.
“I meant,” she added, “my dad is great when it comes to fixing cars.”
Another pause.
“Where are you from?” She continued.
“Sacramento.”
“No. I meant what country?” She laughed.
“Lao [Laos].”
I looked around, hoping to catch someone outside. I was in luck. Outside of a nearby house, an oriental girl was standing by herself. She seemed to be enjoying the sunset and the cool evening air. She looked pleasant and friendly. Her eyes fixed on the distant horizon, where the sun was about to set. Without wasting any moment, I walked slowly toward her. She then looked my way as I trudged along the sidewalk. When I approached her, I was surprised that she greeted me first.
“Hello,” she looked at me with a smile. “Are you lost?”
True, I was lost. But I knew I could find my way out sooner or later with a working car.
“Not really,” came my reply as I stopped right in front of her.
We both smiled.
I then told her about my problem and asked if I could use her phone. She just smiled and ignored my question. She was absorbed with the uniform I wore. She looked at me from head to toe.
“Are you in the Army?”
“Yes. Actually, it’s the California Army National Guard.”
“I’ve never seen a soldier this close.”
She took one step toward me.
“May I touch your uniform?”
“You may.” I said, appreciating her politeness.
She reached over and touched my right arm. She looked so innocent and very curious. After she withdrew her hand, she thanked me.
“No problem.”
Both of us just smiled.
“Did you say you’re having car problem?”
“Yes. And can I use your phone so I can call home or a tow truck?”
“No need to call anyone,” came her surprised answer.
“What do you mean?” I looked at her.
“I know my dad can help. He’s pretty good with cars.”
She paused; I felt relief.
“I meant,” she added, “my dad is great when it comes to fixing cars.”
Another pause.
“Where are you from?” She continued.
“Sacramento.”
“No. I meant what country?” She laughed.
“Lao [Laos].”