Monday, January 7, 2008
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Fire and Ice
I am not an Armageddonist, far from it. In fact, I consider the whole theory somewhat amusing and kind of funny. But I am sure the Armageddon crowd these days is probably pointing to events around the world, whether natural or man made, trying to promote their agenda and in the process scare people into believing that the end of the world is actually near. For some, events like the recent fires in Southern California, Hurricane Katrina, the record heat around the world, the unusual weather pattern, the war in Iraq, instability in Middle East etc. may indeed push them over the brink and might give the enough reason to accept the Armageddon belief.
Watching the horrible fires here in So California and the other events mentioned above, I could not help be reminded of a poem by Robert Frost, Fire and Ice. Enjoy!
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Contributed by Kahlil Gibran
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Friday, December 8, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Like a Woman…
Like A Woman without a God
By Mimi
When I am tempted to doubt myself
And question my gifts and experience,
Remind me, GOD- of all that I know,
And those things that I don’t know
That I Know,
Remind me, who I am, and whose I am
Even when I hide behind my piety
To avoid doing what must be done
And use You as an excuse for indecision,
For lack of action, for silencing myself.
Love me enough to lift the lid off my basket,
And order me to stop crouching in the dark.
Like a Woman without a GOD
Monday, May 15, 2006
OUR ETHIOPIA
ETHIOPIA - NOT UTOPIA
No sir, it is not utopia
It’s the land of legends, Ethiopia
No M’am, she has a face
She’s not some desolate far off place
The land of Lucy the original
Africa’s icon her pride, her symbol
No, not utopia you’re Ethiopia!
Our badge of honor our insignia!
Some still doubt your existence
Your rich history your very essence
Drunk with lust and selfish reasons
With much contempt and shameless blithe
So bold so vain their words so trite
Treat their own with much disdain
Like Abe was treated by brother Cain
Only sadly it is their mother’s
They rudely claim they are not keepers
How sad, indeed how sad!
How will this look in the eyes of God?
Many before have hopelessly tried
To quell your spirit, your humble pride
Even the youngins your ‘guardians’
The pups you birthed as Ethiopians
The ones you raised you fed you sheltered
You gave your all nothing you spared
Seeing you’ve fallen on hard times
Only for greed no fault of yours
They curse your name to seal your fate
And wash their hands like Pontius Pilate
Their gall, their unmitigated gall
To ploy your demise, your downfall
They carved your flesh with no conscience
And made like bandits or hungry vultures
They chopped your head and sold to traitors
Like thieves in the night or robber barons
Now it’s your heart they are after
That place from which your children gather
Their courage their love their will and valor
That kept us proud for rich or poorer
No, they say, no Ethiopia! No such country!
Fueled with hate, ethnic fury
But they know, even them, they know
Your triumphant face is sure to glow
Your elegance your majesty
They can’t deny your dignity
You are Ethiopia
You’re not a dream, a utopia
Or some far off place an idea
A place of hope and resurrection
Of loyalty of great devotion
Where we pledge allegiance to a beloved nation
CHEREKA
Wednesday, May 3, 2006
Monday, May 1, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
WRITE?
Write?
So I am to write
A Poem, of all plights!
I, who can’t create even if I were God!
A discreet, introvert little lad
Why? I ask
Should I bring this undue strain?
Upon myself like the pouring rain?
Is it for fame? Iis it for shame?
Should I take part in such a game
Racking my brain day in day out
Searching for stuff to write about
Am I inspired yet?
No, I better wait
For that moment that is perfect!
All these “writers” have dreamt about
Why should I write when I can talk?
Causing those words run amuck?
I’m no writer, I’ve never been
Can’t miss a place you’ve never seen.
“Writers are born, never made!”
Echoed the words inside my head.
And then one day I sat alone
Thinking about where life had gone
I often did in pensive mood
Staring blank eyes all glued
Began forming words and phrases
And feeling them with all my senses
“This is it”, I said
“What kept me up laying in bed
The muse, that elusive muse,
All good writers are bound to use”
Started to write with joyous laughter
And all the passion I could muster
I realized then we are all writers
We just need to put those words to papers
CHEREKA
