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hey every body i know what we can do,just for fun,
we could all write a poem or short story and people can vote on whos they liked the best.

but remember just because that person got more votes on that one poem doesn't mean that person is the best writer.
I await to see how many people like this idea or not.

and yes you can even write in somali---


If you are thinking that--you have to rhyme? No you absolutely don't but has to be probably a complete thought here or there..

here is mine

Starkle starkle little twink
who the heck you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of qaad
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not high like tinkle peep

I don't know who is me yet
but the higher I stand here the longer I get
Just give me one more mardoof to fill me up
'cuz I got all day sober to sunday up...


hadi kala wahan laha hahey...

aite, sounds good; here is me

when you don’t feel loved or you don’t want to love yourself
dis boy is lovin you
he is lovin you even when you feel like you haven’t found your way
when you forget your own strong point sometimes
dis boy still loves you
he loves you even when you are feelin like you can't get up
and when you feel like you are fallin to pieces
dis boy is still lovin you and he is holdin your hand
servin you up when err'one else walks away

take ma hand (huuno) and dont let go
cause dis boy
aah dis is lovin you
like you was neva loved before

lame i noe but hey

Although i think it's a good idea, there are 3 reasons why i won't take part in this challenge. 1) I'm not talented enough to write poetry, 2) I hate poetry 3) anything i write will explicity and will be deleted for sure......so for the sake of your thread, Zabah, i will not be posting a poem.

zabah is dame who amidst dames
Is a damsel
Light is her step, bright her path
Amiable like dove, appealing like a deer
Ravishing like mid-summer phlox
And becoming like light in dark

Slender and comely
Like a goddess
Are her seemly features
Standing graceful and fair
With a beauteous configuration
Like a bundle of blossoming racemes

Luster’s her face like gold
With eyeballs shiny as emerald
Ever wearing a personable smile
Emitting meanings lulling to the heart

Like a cat’s is her gait
With such agreeable footsteps
So pleasant and free
Like a bird in flight

Represents she a consummate blessing
To those favored to be her side
A sure epitome
Of nature’s dexterity
A reason for satiety in a world of cares
A reason for gaiety in a life of woes
A reason for hope when all seem lost

z you’re like a stream
In the desert
That’ll never run dry
And a bright light
That’s incandescent.

ok this is my version


would cater me
get my macwiis ready and tusbax
was my socks
clean my bed
cook my dinner

get my gelmed for weeso

make shaax cadees oo heel leh

can u give me a nice massage

with macsra oil

can we make love without legdin

Zabah is one FAT lame dame,

Coming up with this excuse of poetry contest Hall of Shame,

Then follows 1nemansquad with his suicidal scheme,

always just on the lazy edge of murder frame,

His cousin & twin Lionheart is no better too, so lame,

So suicidal extreme,

God damn it! What a bunch of losers larking around da forum flame,

Fire all over the place--still they dont die---Not after taking the blame,




Intellex with his casonova shorty self-Twin of the Italia fame,

Cousin of Frasier caine,

Babygal --femme fatale--sweet but still crazy dame,

Damn you Babygal for encouraging these fools--Please no more shame,

let them all die a terrible shocking Fat death from Moryaan Darger slane!!!

Hi studente...i see you're still the same ditz.

part 2



can u make me oodkac

wear dirac and uunsi

without goorgarad just G string

can u cook laxoox

iron my futashaari ,

i will pay your bills

Oh mary mary So contrary,
I find this post just so dreary

Babygal--- I absolutely appreciate your grandeur and dept of your beautiful poetry, your many sterling qualities, such as your talent ofcourse besides your looks... once again thanks for the sonnet....

lol @ intellex... that went well...

BASRA was the frumpiest of frumps;
Her brains had once been Forest Gump´s;
Her face revealed, between the lumps,

More stretch marks than Ivana Trump´s,
Her hair was rats´ tails grown in clumps;
Her legs were straight as cricket stumps;
Her breasts were Bactrian camel´s humps,
Her rump the Everest of rumps -
But, my lads, she gave free jumps!

This is just a bit of cheerful vulgarity to bring a (possibly reluctant) smile to your lips.

This poem is called ME

Me no care
Me no share
Me go marry a millionaire
When he die,
Me no cry
Me go marry another guy

bald men make me wanna cringe .............
dey make me wanna commit suicide using a syringe...........
if i was a hairdresser........i would give dem a fringe............
but dey aint got nuff hair strands.....................
so da lack of hair issue still stands............strong..................

i kno i aint wrong...................
....dis issue has been on ma mind 4 far too long ...................

all your poems really blow,
sad, but yes it's true.
i bet you had some years at school,
but what did they teach you?

nought i think, but not their fault,
that you had little talent and much hope,
That one day you'd be on the corner,
Selling qaad and dope.

now you've found yourselves on Somalinet,
posting without a cause or thought,
all because your macaliin,
taught you all but nought.

idiots

[quote="*sameerah*"]

idiots [/quote]

first of all yo poem aint dat good.................nd its idiot not idiots when one is referring to him/her self ....................nacas yahaay

thsi is called BEARD!

There was an old man with a beard
who said, it is just as i feared! -
two Owls and a Hen, - four Larks and a Wren,
have all built their nest in my beard!