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     | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 10:34 am Somalia Life pulses throughout Her land, Covered by rich harvest and fertile beauty - Time as deep as ocean and as infinite as sand rippling harmony and complexity; Her duty Her life and wisdom rides the breeze, As her mercy and strength evaporates. War and meaningless death - what extinction it creates. Her rivers of life are running dry As She watches Her children lead Her to die. She feels the gentle wind of Her own failing breath, And from Her eye a final tear does glisten. It saddens Her to know we orbit our own death. We've always known the way - her voice; if only we would listen this is me and my sorrows I see me sitting sadly in the corner Knees drawn up tightly to my chest. Mind and body wreaked in sorrow As tears course down my face. I look at me with narrowed eyes Pitying the sorry creature I have become. I look into my wretched soul Cursing the emptiness inside. Emptiness put there by my own Somalian people. As I stand over the huddling form of myself I see I have gotten what I deserved from life. I had no right to the beautiful love we shared When the love rightfully belonged to her. Sadly I watch the shell of myself slowly cracking Oozing out all the pain and misery within my soul. There on top of all the shattered pieces Lay my beating heart, all alone.
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 11:12 am UkMan9 what r u man! u make me cry i can't stop crying. UkMan9 i wanna know u as a bro so plzzzz can u let me know u. give me ur email if u dont mind i am still crying........ i wish every somali men can see that way.
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 11:30 am My beloved Somali people let us make a decision and do some thing... We come from a turbulent past To an info-age moving way to fast The fate of these lands Is now placed in our hands Will we bring destruction to an end Will we have the power to mend Save this fragile dreamland Wash away our footprints in the sand Every day go through their daily motions Waiting it out for measly promotions Distant stares and silent prayers Monday to Friday . . . say goodbye The victims of greed are getting younger In a world that still allows their hunger Our petty problems make us hang down our heads While million's go unfed Desire unfolds the light of our day But we cannot give in to the subtle decay We must rise above the haze descending Toward mass action mending We must take control of our actions today or the children of tomorrow will be the one's to pay The new innkeepers shall soon take charge of the next generation’s voyage at large Trends are patterned and patterns trended But man's damage must be ended!
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 12:10 pm I think am in love with this guy UkMan9 hey what do u do? how old r u and r u good looking looooooool u r sooooo gooooood man gosh
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 12:22 pm u see this is why I hate somaliwomen this brother is talking about the situation in our beloved country and they are more concerened with his look how pathetic
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 01:18 pm Watch as this tear falls into empty space See it fall into life's nameless place Can you see the sparkle as it catches the light That sparkle once was happiness that is no longer in sight As it falls watch it, its color has changed From blue to bright red, it has a wide range There it goes all alone, it continues to fall With it, it takes the emotion, the emotion of all Wait, can you hear it? A sob has broke free Has shook the lungs cold, but yet it continues to be Here it comes, a force has been built between the eye A wall of shear water, it's now time to cry A shudder, a scream, darkness envelops your soul The darkness of the night has taken its toll night = war in this poem if u know what i mean
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 01:22 pm without country where do I fit in? spinning out of control my mind is always spinning shimmers of pain and confusion dominate my every thought I can't handle it it can devour me at an instant when, where, why? questions I ask everyday limbo is my residence madness is my destination is this it? this is all I'm supposed to be where do I fit in? or do I fit in?
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 03:27 pm No one hears me, understands me I speak in silence hoping that someone will see my words, my message hoping to find peace, it has arrived so divine I wish for a stronger, better life filled with everlasting touch I dream the future, but hold the past My body is brimmed with so many confusions Am I really here experiencing fullness? I must be, the pain is so real the hurt I feel could never be imagined but I will pull through into greatness and destroy whatever faces into me As I struggle I will fight until the end Whenever it may come that is what I feel my Bro and sis....... is there anyone out there have the same feeling as me!!
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| | Monday, February 19, 2001 - 06:38 pm CAN U JUST ANSWER WHAT SOMALISIS ASKED U?. ONE MORE THING NO BODY HAVE THE SAME FEELING OK.
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 02:59 am hey Anonymous looooool r u interesting too how I look oh lord..... if u insist I am ugly run away from meeeee I am a beast xuuuuuuuuuuuuuux
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 05:25 am The pain of a mother whose breast milk has run dry The pain of a father unable to provide cornmeal The pain of a child "mommy, why does it hurt so much" The bullets of a drugged out youth no one understands their intent The war-cry of a leader sending thousands to their untimely death The land- forgotten and barren The people- hungry and tired The children- dying. The scars fresh The wounds deep The shrouds weep. UKman9- such is our tale, too sad to tell. Such is our destiny, such is our homeland, that once was. I feel your pain when I remember the sands of our shores, I feel your pain when I think back to star-filled skies of our home, I feel the hole where once was my soul.
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 08:10 am I feel like crying.....somebody close the door.. and get me a diet coke on your way back!
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 10:34 am The Sky is a different shade of blue ! The atmosphere is full of death and Gloom ! Why have they turned against me,, She wonders ! How can I stop this Misery she ponders ! They abadoned me when I needed them Most ! Where art thou my people ! Where art thou my children. Somalia is crying for thee !
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 01:46 pm A thunderous silence breaks through my thoughts. What was once many great ideas is now a triumph, lost. Baffling words tumble through my mind. Reflections of darkness hover. A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me, and inside myself, I take cover. What would it be like to stay there forever? To be lost in all my cares? From the inside, looking out - I cry silent tears.
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 02:07 pm Broken tooth From fist once loved Scars in unseen ways. Trust betrayed Inflicted harm Lost in emotions maze Respect denied Flows both ways Diminishing esteem. Sadness seeps To aching marrow Laughs a far off dream Soul deep anger Smoulders darkly Sustaining life long pain Time groans on Fades memory Deep wounds, though, Still remain.
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 02:12 pm ukman9 stop carrying and do something. we all know we do not have a country and people so what should we do? sit and cry like an old lady?
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 02:25 pm My emotions pick up power and speed Then break and smash and explode at my heart. The great surges of my feelings impede All that's consciously right. I start to cry. Every tear sends waves of unseen feelings Through the hidden surface of our lives. They roll and fall until all love is gone, All life is lived, and each feeling explored.
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 02:35 pm The sun used to shine on me, there used to be a fluffily clouded sky. I knew about something called happy. I always knew just where I wanted to be. That sun is gone, replaced by night. those clouds now carry low thunder, I only know misery and fright and I don't even recognize me. Somewhere in between something got forgotten and lost the key to my soul was replaced by a lock. I can tell of the deep, dull crevice I have let myself crawl into but no one has asked. If it were wished, I would count the cold tears I've shed but none of it would matter, there would still be the lost happy I don't remember
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 02:42 pm Desolation, Wide open space, Between the trees and me, Emptiness and me, Confusion and decisions, Feelings hard to define, And I say to myself, Just a little longer, Coldness seeps It's way in, I am falling deeper, Into what I fear most, As I reach out, There is nothing there, As possible there was something once, Only to be gone, And I say to myself, Just a little longer, The sun drops, The last inch of light falls, The squirrels more likely to be huddled up, But not me, Something I never possessed, And I say to myself, Just a little longer, Then the sun has gone, Darkness spreads its wings over me, I see nothing so no one sees me, Feeling of bitterness only, And I say to myself, Just a little longer, An Owl peers down, With question in her eyes, She doesn't have a hope, In helping me, As she doesn't see my pain, Spreads her wings, Passes me by, And I say to myself, Just a little longer, The soft earth, Seems the only thing holding me up, Even then I could slip, And wondering takes me, To why and how I got here, Without even knowing it, Yet no one notices, As they didn't see before, So I say to myself, Just a little longer, Shimmering in the darkness, I see two moons, Reflecting off a stream of thoughts, Ongoing forever more, Along a rocky road, Slowly giving in to finding a way out, I take the plunge under the river, Then the wind carries a whisper, Gently on a breeze, 'Just a little longer.'
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 02:54 pm I look up as a tear rolls slowly down my cheek I think about better days and wonder if I'll feel that way again you look at me with those eyes I know so well always serious, so deep and insightful as though you're always in control But not today not now Now you look so scared like for once you don't have the answer I gaze at you looking deep into those hazel eyes Hoping to understand why those things happened to you my land I wonder for a moment if this is all a dream if I shall wake in the morning and be relieved you look at me with a confusion I have never seen slowly pull me towards you and wipe the tears from my cheek
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 03:48 pm Hey Anonymous I work so hard to deal with this thing, The fact that I have it and the problems it brings. So when I finally get control of this flaw, Everyone around me seems to watch me in awe. I never learn why it’s happened to us, And we must work that much harder to make dreams come true. But what’s happened has happened, and it’s now part of life So why give up in yourself, why live with such strife. The best you can do is fight back twice as hard, Just be careful, make right choices and play the right cards. As they say what doesn’t kill you can only make you stronger, It’s been here for awhile, it’ll be here for a while longer. So why can’t people see past this technicality, Having problems with my life is now my specialty. I should have a master’s degree in what to do, So please don’t treat me any different, I’m just the same as you. When people have pity it just makes me feel sad, Do you think it makes me feel better, well it makes me so mad. I can’t stand the fact that people look at me and stare, What you don’t think I can see you, oh I know you’re there. I know what I can, and cannot do, So why try to stop me, it’s not up to you. If I want to cry my ass off until death, Let it be that way, let me use my last breath. I’d rather go through life living, even if it is in pain, Rather then sitting all day, slowly going insane. So now that you know just how it has to be, Are you going to do some thing, or just complain. I don’t care what you think is the best thing to do, If you can’t support me and my choices, then the heck with you.
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 07:48 pm I AM CRYING SOMEBODY GIVE ME TOWEL TO WIPE MY TEARS.
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| | Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - 07:57 pm UKBRO I WISH IF I KNOW U.EVERY DAY I WOULD JUST LISTEN UR POIMS.BUT 2 BAD I AM NOT THAT LUCKY GIRL I AM SO SAD NOW.ANY WAY BRO KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK.
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| | Wednesday, February 21, 2001 - 02:17 am tribes fighting, Fires igniting. Children crying, People dying. Bombings of whole towns. houses burning, Hostages taken, What kind of world are we makin'? Everybody wanting to be on top, Just where will it all stop? Many of these people wishing they were dead, And another civil War is rearing it's ugly head.
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| | Wednesday, February 21, 2001 - 05:07 am A war of brothers A war of kin Who forced you to slaughter Your sister's child? A cry for a land, A cry for a people, Who forced you sell Your son's future? Belated is the pain Tears are not the rain That will wash the sins of Cain. Blame your brother Blame your father Blame the Judas who sold the land of your mother! Cry not for Somalia For beloved it was not. We lied. We cheated. We bled it to rot. For when it was We abandoned morality, prostituted our souls, for the chance to live in "Estaro" We felt no pity, For others bombarded in their cities! We felt no mercy, for the men jailed in "Godka" or "Labatan Jiro" So to those weeping today, I ask- Do you not recognize The fruits of your inaction? This is the child, You reared with your uncaring mind. This is your Somalia, The land of the heartless nomad.
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| | Wednesday, February 21, 2001 - 06:47 am and may it burn forever for i care less
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| | Wednesday, February 21, 2001 - 08:09 am Amazon XX, I am impressed with your poetic tendencies.....u should cultivate it!!
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| | Wednesday, February 21, 2001 - 03:23 pm Harsh words & violent blows Hidden secrets nobody knows Eyes are open, hands are fisted Deep inside I'm warped & twisted So many tricks & so many lies Too many whens & too many whys Nobody's special, nobody's gifted I'm just me, warped & twisted Sleeping awake & choking on a dream Listening loudly to a silent scream Call my mind, the number's unlisted Lost in someone so warped & twisted On my knees, alive but dead Look at the invisible blood I've bled I'm not gone, my mind has drifted Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow Today's just yesterday's tomorrow The sun died out, the ashes sifted I'm still here, warped & twisted
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| | Wednesday, February 21, 2001 - 05:12 pm My little boy loved to play. With hot wheels as a lad. When he drove off, in his first real car. My heart it was so sad. His first real date, was to the prom. My heart it filled with pride. I couldn't help express emotion. As he stood there by her side. At his wedding, I did cry. And let him know my feelings. My little boys heart I held so long, This lovely girl had stolen. My first grandson was born today, Without the presence of his dad. For he was called away to war, When he gets home, we will all be glad. I heard the knock at the door, Peeked out the window to see. Before they spoke, I knew what they were here for. My heart, my soul, just left me. My thoughts go back into time, When he was just a lad. A dirty face with car in hand, I wish I once again had.
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| | Wednesday, February 21, 2001 - 06:34 pm The Masses have No say ! Since the Warloard got his Way, Violence seems to be the order of the day ! By road, by sea, by air they flee ! All wanna go to the land of the free ! Dont take me back,,,, they plead ! When will they see the light ! when will they stop to fight !!!!
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| | Thursday, February 22, 2001 - 07:15 am Man You ppl are gooood.... Probs to all of you poets up in here (thats if they are your own poems). But Ya'll are making me cry... doesn't anybody have anything positive to write??? c ya
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| | Thursday, February 22, 2001 - 06:34 pm London sis this is for u dear sis I hope you woke up this morning with a big smile on your face . . I hope the sun is shining just for you and the birds are singing their very best songs ... I hope your coffee is hot and tastes just right and the cats are purring contentedly, and the mailman waves a cheery hello and there are no bills in the post ... I hope that your day is filled with lovely surprises and friends call you up just to say "Hi" ... I hope you feel on top of the world with a spring in your step all day ... I hope just everything goes your way ... I hope everything is well with your world, a place for everything and everything in it's place ... I hope you can enjoy all you do and you are complimented on the way you look and you can laugh and talk and share to your heart's content ... I hope you have all you wish for yourself and those dear to you, and all your dreams come true ... and at the end of the day I wish you a perfect moon shining just for you, a snug and cosy bed with the softest of pillows and I hope you sleep like a lamb with a smile on your face ... I hope you have a perfect end to the perfect day and I hope that every day is just as wonderful in it's own way
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| | Thursday, February 22, 2001 - 11:14 pm In rage i am o my lads and lasses Lose not hope now or ever All is well that was our land What we lost we will build What lay in ruins will be raised Raise we will the pole and let the flag flatter Rivers of love will flood where blood flowed Love will free the souls and hate will fade Live our life we will for the fatherland Lugh and Lasanood the lowlands and the highlands there will be love and no limits to our joy Lula will ululate and Looyan leap in dance Lose not hope lads and lasses This land of Somalia is nay! not lost yet Alive it is and looking for thee!
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 07:12 am Our Land's show The flowers of the meadow present a colorful show as they are caressed by the warm sun's glow She offers her flowers as a treat for the deer as a doe watches her fawn and keeps her near Birds circling to land in the meadow below looking for bugs, so their offspring will grow Butterflies dancing together in mid-air, one would think they are at a social affair The bees scurry from flower to flower gathering nectar they love to devour The stream follows the meadows path, a raccoon enjoys taking a bath The frogs sing in unison nearby, only stopping to catch a fly The meadow is a wonderful place to go to see Mother Nature put on her show
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 07:51 am Pleasant sitting in the shade. Letting the day slip away. Slight breeze keeps the heat at bay. A small lizard on a rock, looks at me through beady black-eyes, and in a flash it’s gone. A sparrow lands on a nearby branch, it’s head bobbing up and down as it watches me. I laugh out loud, and the bird takes flight. Such beautiful country, Air cleaner, sweeter the sky more blue. Soon you find yourself escaping deeper, Surrendering. Shutting out the world. Sitting there motionless. As your spirit is set free.
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 08:07 am If only for a moment... To see the our land come alive with morning sun light, as it gently pushes aside the dark night sky... To see a mother deer and her fawn drinking from a reflecting pool of water, the first thing in the morning... To see the smooth rocks formed from a beautiful waterfall, that flows endlessly down a mountain side... To see a rainbow that stopped traffic, all gazing upon an incredible dome, memorized by uncountable colors... To see the sky turn to a deep red violet color, as the sunset leaves it's fiery trail behind... To see so many stars across a black velvet sky, that you get dizzy from spinning about to take them all in at once... If only for a moment, you could, see through my eyes...
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 08:12 am UKMAN9 DO U HAVE A LIFE DUDE??????????? ALL YOU DO IS COPY AND PAST...INTERESTING QUESTION TO PONDER. VA GIRL
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 08:19 am Wisdom not hate Love don't debate Honor don't disrespect Contact don't forget Feelings keep deep Mistakes don't repeat Trust but know Open your heart Let the past go Love from the soul For all, even old Never forget Lessons are meant Grow from your weakness Find love, go seek it Peace in the mind An open heart for all kind
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 10:16 am Dadkaygoow dunidii dhamaanteed Dadkaygoow Dowladaha haruumaray Dadkaygoow Dayaxay u guureen Dadkaygoow Qaarbaa Dull sahan saday Mars Dadkaygoow Dahab iyo dheeman iyo Dadkaygoow Dugsi aan qaboobin hawo aan Disease wadan Duxa ila biya ah iyo wabiyaal Durduraya Dalxiis ruuxii ku soo mara Qurux uu Dayoobi Duulbaa ka door biday nabadii Dadkaygoow Dagaal inay u jeestaan qabiil isu Dooxaan Danta ay ka leeyihiin ilaa hadda igama Daadegin Dadkaygoow kanna waa copy and paste huh anonymous VA girl
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 11:44 am Light Up Our Land With Love As the world turns around in space, And time moves on in distance to place. Let the sun warms the hearts of all who care, And make this land one of such love to share. Beam down on this earth with a magical glow, For hearts across tribes to begin to show. Light up the land with love so true, Let it be felt deep inside each of you. Spread a smile and let others clearly see, What can happen if we all try to let it be. As the world spins and days turn to night, Let the glow of the moon increase loves light. Down into hearts from near and so far away, Bring peace around the Land forever to stay And pray for Allah to make it so Amiin
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 07:17 pm well people specially ukman, iam very gratefull , that our beloved nation has people like you , and others in this unique world. the peoms that you , and others wrote are very touching regardless wether you copied or not. i would appreciate if you leave an email , that i can contact you. remember iam a somali man .i just want to congratulate you personally, and tell you how much i enjoyed your peoms. this is perfect. i would like to get the emails of all the peots please , just make emails brothers and sisters ,so that we can't contact you . as a zealous somali nationalist what can i say. i wish i had the words to describe my take of the homeland , somalia . peace and love to all my people. may allah bless your souls bros and sis.
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 06:27 am flying amidst the winter storm threading the strong northward wind pushed back but keep on going flew with current then southward again each day they flew in pairs but today his mate is nowhere what happened, I wonder nobody knows, only them can answer a day of reckoning brave mallard you flew alone before, you know go to new places where no one go destiny is waiting, fate never forsaken you mallard my friend, keep on flying destination is in sight, no quitting out there lady mallard is waiting love full of passion and understanding
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 07:24 am I do not know what to say Sheikh abdi rather than thank U. although ur name is weird loooool he he he kaftan click on my nick if U want to see my e-mail bro
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 10:50 am Whispers upon the midnight air Soft breezes speak of yesteryear Willows kissing tears streaming Memories flood banks of despair Reflections of anguished control Soul torn searches peaces comfort Nomadic ripples upon sorrows tide Aimless wandering waves of empty Shattered dreams of hollowed heart Screams silently echo in halls of mind Shrieking fear grips imminent thought Hope shouts terrified on clouded vision Wretched emotions in solitudes darkness Terrains colorless edge teeters on cliff Waning defeated spirit vanishing dives in Black abyss in the land of broken dreams
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 11:06 am Raining season how beautiful is our land A ribbon of crystal winds peacefully downstream. Clover covers the ground, in a velvet carpet of green. Birds soar high above, spreading their wings. Trees sway with graceful motion, as the wind sings. Butterflies flutter, first here, then there, playing a childlike game of chase through the air. Flowers face upward to smile at the rising sun. The blue sky forms a canopy, a new day has begun. Slowly the sun moves in search of the horizon, and as the two meet, the darkness widens. Night arrives, the crystal ribbon now quicksilver. The trees are still as the wind becomes a whisper. The carpet of clover glistens with dew. The flowers rest, for tomorrow they renew. The birds return to the safety of their nest, as a new day begins in a land farther west. Fireflies appear sprinkling glitter everywhere. A surreal glow reflects from the mist in the air. Stars fill the sky, suspended in space. Moonlight shadows in patterns of midnight lace. In this place of untold beauty, travelers visit yet remain unseen, for it is the land of Somalia, where each traveler comes to dream.
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 11:26 am I am torn between forces. Both against me. What can I do? I am faced with a lose/lose situation. To this there is no right answer, both are wrong. I feel terrible for choosing. I am faced with an unanswerable question. Who can answer it? Is there a right or wrong? Torn between friends. Both I love and care about, forcing me to choose sides. I can’t choose. But if I don’t, I loose them both. Why must you put me in this deadlock? A war is being fought, and I’m in the middle. Both sides getting equipped for battle, readying their men. Sharpening their swords, bringing their horses. Readying their bows, for the battle comes at dawn. Many will die. Many will be wounded. None will be taken prisoner. Neither will surrender. All I want is to stop this madness beforehand. I wish I could help, But I am so inadequate. I must be strong. I must help. If you care anything about me please stop this foolish fighting. I will not choose sides. I will not favor one over the other. I will not give in to your pleas. I love you both, and you can’t change that. Stop this insane civil war, and go back to being friends. I would do anything to restore this. I wish you would heed my words and stop. Nothing can come between us, certainly not your foolish fights. Fighting for nothing, why does it continue? No answer will I accept.
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 03:44 pm hey ukman9 bro , when i clicked your nickname nothing came up , so please leave a legit email, so you could be contacted , and post these poems, on the general discusion to share them with every one. iam interested in all the peots here, i wish though i know which ones are actual peots. peace and love people. this is something i have become addicted to when iam in my boring job. peace and love people. sheikh abdi sheelaweyne is my actual nickname by the way bro
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 04:31 pm sheikh ok bro naadiif@yahoo.co.uk
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| | Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 04:33 pm This is the first poem I wrote on Somalia and I want to share it with you guys again. I dedicate this Poem to the children of Somalia,,,, I try to Sleep but the pain is too deep, How can they dare to say they dont Care, The Warload knows No bound All he wants is a Crown, Violence is in the Air Bullets are Everywhere, They Kill them with Hunger So that they can Conquer, When Peace becomes a Stranger we all are in danger, Cant they see War is the Enemy Violence is not the Remedy, Give Peace a Chance Let the Children dance, Lets make a deal So we can begin to heal, If Allah they fear the end is Near, What will they say come judgement day, For what Crime did they the children die, I cry for thee children of Somalia.
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| | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 05:05 am VA GIRL my dear sis... do you have to question where the poem came from, if we copy and paste or not.. Do you feel what the poem has revealed Do you see what my hearts have felt does it have to be like so and so Then why question, if it made your heart melt If words have touched,in some sort of way and even made you want to cry some gave you a sense of what war is all about Oh VA GIRL be wise and feel the pain
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| | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 11:28 am As frighten as a child in a dark room My life is that child My world is the room A constant torment that derives from A simple fact Pain and Confusion run fast and rapid to my life like blood flows in a vein Decrepit is the tired reality that not one soul knows that which is the mind known as me. A life of illusion, that’s the role I feel I lead, Secretly holding back my thoughts, feelings, for every one things insane thoughts, It is only the mad that says them out aloud. Some days I really wonder where I am, I live with all my thoughts, it’s the third stage that contempt's me I want to wake up where the light is, where there is no one call's me names Where things are better than the cold, hardened, dark, destructive, infestation, apocalyptic place.
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| | Monday, February 26, 2001 - 03:41 am So now that you eloquently, established your pain. Will you continue to wail Crying your tears to fill a pail. For Somalia, you can do you part, By helping the people in these parts! The homeland has perished But living still are the people you so cherish. So.....walaalkiis- tir ilintaada, and dadkaaga caawin!
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| | Saturday, March 03, 2001 - 11:43 am Will this break tomorrow Break me from this drought Yes,hot ,dry and lonely With nothing to write about The words I weave today Will they stay woven tomorrow Who will be tempted to join me Put an end to all this sorrow Where did you all gain wings How come I see those fly I seem to fall upon my face However hard that I try I really need to go there Embrace those untold destinies Please bring me a pair of wings Then lift me from my knees If I could find the nerve On a calm and distant sky Just needing a help to do this Then I’m sure that I would fly Today as I look around me I see those who pass me by Why can’t we all build wings To help each other fly
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| | Saturday, March 03, 2001 - 11:54 am Harmony is possible Not to give anyone power It would only weaken me So its share and share alike Give and take comes equally Important are these journeys Don't leave anyone feeling weak Guide each in a special way With the warmth on which you speak Harmony is always possible Join together and meet half way Change the bitter into the sweet Always know the words to say All can make the same mistakes Tomorrow we each can do better Each person can have the power To be a giver not always a getter Harmony means in agreement To be there for you,if your there for me You have opinions and so have I But at times we don't always agree We all enjoy times of receiving love So we give more back in return Never impose dark moods on others In each day its lessons we learn
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| | Monday, March 05, 2001 - 03:32 pm as I lay here dieing, my face hid in the ground, so no one see's me crying, for heaven I am bound. mama, I am just a boy, fighting in a tribe war, playing with guns,no more toys, what's all this bloodshed for? mama I am so scared, of what may become of me, I feel as if my peaple declared, a war on only me. I told you that I'd be ok, but now I know I lied, by the time you've read this poem, you know that I have died. now the blood is flooding out, from the bullet wound, I'm going to die without a doubt, I wish I were at home. give everyone I know my love, soon i'll be deceist. now..I'm going up above, out of tribe war and into peace.
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| | Monday, March 05, 2001 - 04:48 pm A march of a hundred people a street of unwanted territory Which victim shall fall next? Will someone be there to help? Our toleration is beginning to split We've opened ourselves at last These people know not why they're fighting or whom they're fighting for but one thing is clear The victims are not to blame Can these people look through the eyes of another? What is tribe anyway? Running from society is one way to tribe But running towards it is a challenge What can you do in a country like this? Or am I being rhetorical?
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| | Tuesday, March 06, 2001 - 04:16 pm ukman bro where is your poem for the ciid . if you have any share with us. and also post them on the general discusion please. eid mubarak to you and to all sistaz around the globe peace n love
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| | Wednesday, March 07, 2001 - 05:41 am All I want is gone now All I needed is just a dream Tears I put before me On a road reflecting pain All alone I walk now To the beat of a broken heart Silent steps I hear so loudly And your pain I have to share Holding you with such devotion Never wanting to let go Honoring your wishes I know it’s time to go Love has turned to hate now And you cannot bear to hear Somali name All I wanted is gone now Smoke lost in the winds of change While I put a tear inside my heart For it has a reflection of my land locked forever in sorrow's heart
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| | Monday, March 12, 2001 - 10:54 am Frustrating, hate, anger. My heart over flowing with pain and confusion. Wanting a shoulder to cry on, A hand to hold. Lost in a deep dark forest, raging fires burning inside, Speechless words of fear. An unknowing direction, an unending road of pain. The first civil war almost dead, Another is growing. Will I survive.
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| | Monday, March 12, 2001 - 11:03 am Sweet, sweet Child of war Tell me, my little one, what was it you saw You schoolmates all shot by their own protector Tell me how and whisper quite softly How you survived , yet mum and dad died Tell how the me said the good people winning Whom can you tell are the good or the Bad Sweet, sweet child of war Why do you not cry The tears you had all dried up and gone Little one I feel your pain I wish I could promise you 'Never Again' Yet our great leaders say Some have to die for our tribe Sweet child of War , no all men don't lie They just are mistaken Killing seems to be their only way Sweet Child I know It's a hide and seek Sweet child of war I hold you so tightly As you try to hold on to your life And you die so lightly
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| | Monday, March 12, 2001 - 03:52 pm * STOP* Stop the hate for I'm tired and weak, because I'd rather die than stay and see. The hatred that we have because of greed love is all that we will ever need. Stop the hate for I'm tired and weak, because I'd rather be hanged than stay and believe. That this is just a place of disgust and grief which is supposed to be a paradise for me. I was happy but now I see. What a mistake this has been. Hatred makes men fight and bleed and greed is their greatest sin. Stop the hate for I'm tired and weak peace is what we will always need for we are lost in hatred's mist and in it we will slowly ceased to exist.
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| | Thursday, March 22, 2001 - 03:30 am I do not know much about poems - in fact I can hardly put together a few poetic lines to produce a meaningful verse - but, nonetherless, I do appreciate their importance in stirring emotions and thus transforming lives both at the personal level as well as communal.Throughout history poeple have derived inspiration from poems.Its for this reason that I thank all the contributors who were kind enough to share with us their thoughts and feelings regardless of wether it was original or not. The question that I pose to you readers is can poems alone change a whole nation which has fallen on hard times.Did we ever ask ourselves "where has it gone wrong?". Everything is governed by the Universal Law of Cause And Effect - i.e nothing ever happens by chance according to Islamic belief . I suggest that we take one long hard look in the mirror and address that question. Some of u may well be saying already that the root cause of all our problems is tribalism; others would say that there was no true democracy and so on and so forth. Yes some of these factors did contibute towards our social disintegration but were they the fundamental ones. You see when a disaster happens poeple ask " how did it happen" - in the wake of a devatstating earthquake, for intance, its common to hear poeple blaming their buildings saying they were not stong enough to withstand the tremor. If only we had stronger buildings..... Others would say its the geographical locations of this town or city - if only our town was not built on the edges of these tectonic plates { regions where earthquake is more likely to occur}.... Again are these the fundamental factors or merely superficial. I think we are merely sratching the surface to supposse that this town's ruin was entirely due to its weak buildings and location. Yes these were contributing factors but they were not the ultimate ones. In Islam we are taught that this disaster is a means of checking man's transsgression and reminding him of Allah's power . Its awake up call for mankind to change their erring ways and thus mend their lives. What's has befallen my lot is a catastrophe of unimaginable propotions.The rise and fall of any Muslim person and nation depends on the Holy Quran (and I have practically experienced that).The muslim person has to understand that he's blessed with Islam and that he's chosen by God as such. Open your heart to Islam and be model for the rest of humanity so that u gain recognition and honour from muslims and non-muslim alike or else you would always be consingned to a life of misery and humiliation. That's God's punishment - u only have to look the world's map and notice that most of the trouble spots are in muslim lands.Where do u see starvation, war , misery and senseless killings and other horrors ? only in muslim lands. Its not tribalism (though a contributing factor) or lack of democracy etc etc that is our root cause of our pitiful state.Its our gross negligence of Islam and now we are paying the ultimate price. There is no solution without Islam and no one in his right sense would dispute that fact. Poems alone do not change anything - they are merely EMPTY SLOGANS!!! Like-minded persons welcome to contact me at bantu_g@hotmail.com but I can't guarantee that I would respond to every email because of my busy schedule.
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| | Sunday, March 25, 2001 - 07:32 pm how can put this ,WE HAVE MADE A BREAK THROUGH SO TO ALL YOU POETS AND ALL WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR THE FUTURE OUR PEOPLE WERE NARROW MINDED TO DISTROY A COUNTRY LIKE SOMALIA.I FIFTEEN AND I WAS A LITTLE KID WHEN WE LEFT SO I REALLY DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT IT .SO HERE IS A QUESTION WHY DID WE FIGHT WAS IT POLITICALLY AND WHY DIDN'T THEY THINK OF DEMOCRACY-THAT IS FAIRNESS AND ELECTION NOT GETTING INTO PARLIMENT BY FORCE SEEEMS LIKE A WHOLE LOT OF STUPIDITY SO DON'T WORRY WE ARE THE ONES TO MAKE A CHANGE "CHANGE STARTS WHEN SOMEONE SEES THE NEXT STEP" AND THATS WHAT WE ARE ALL EXPERIENCING AND IT'S OUR DUTIES TO SOMALI THE WAY IT WAS. PEACE ALL AND PEACE TO OUR COUNTRY.
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