Monday, March 31, 2008
This is the final posting for ሥንዝር ታህል ጭውውት __ ቄሱና ዲያቆን ለይኩን ( //አለቀ //)
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This is the final posting for ሥንዝር ታህል ጭውውት __ ቄሱና ዲያቆን ለይኩን ( //አለቀ //)
I would like to thank my warka forum best friends for making this story to get to the level where it is right now!!! Again, with out their constant support , I could’ve not got to this last page.
Thank you & Have fun.
Bati
This is the final posting for ሥንዝር ታህል ጭውውት __ ቄሱና ዲያቆን ለይኩን ( //አለቀ //)
I would like to thank my warka forum best friends for making this story to get to the level where it is right now!!! Again, with out their constant support , I could’ve not got to this last page.
Thank you & Have fun.
Bati
Friday, March 28, 2008
I and My Self
(by B. Bellete)
In an astral phraseology -the finest whispering
‘O! My !’said I to myself ,‘I am still living’
In an effortless language -the finest whispering
‘O! My !’said I to myself ,‘I am still living’
Never have I been stranger in any strange dream port
Bestowed in me a language which of course is self-support
I Certainly have been somewhere housing
In which the fabrics of every souls rousing.
I dissolve in myself
myself in I, aye
In the darkest of night
In the light of day
Lifted up I way high above the blue earth.
To be loaded with idea, or rejuvenated forsooth .
Who knows if I was touring the vast beauty
Checking out or engaging in a heavenly duty?
Wondered if was I being installed or fed
Before my eyelids folded up, found I lie in the bed.
I dissolve in myself
myself in I, aye
In the darkest of night
In the light of day
I is energetic at dawn when whisper to myself
With out that invisible - I am dumb and deaf.
I won’t see I ‘till lie on my bed, undergirded
I with myself in a language that requires no word.
In an astral phraseology -the finest whispering
‘O! My !’said I to myself ,‘I am still living’
In an effortless language -the finest whispering
‘O! My !’said I to myself ,‘I am still living’
Never have I been stranger in any strange dream port
Bestowed in me a language which of course is self-support
I Certainly have been somewhere housing
In which the fabrics of every souls rousing.
I dissolve in myself
myself in I, aye
In the darkest of night
In the light of day
Lifted up I way high above the blue earth.
To be loaded with idea, or rejuvenated forsooth .
Who knows if I was touring the vast beauty
Checking out or engaging in a heavenly duty?
Wondered if was I being installed or fed
Before my eyelids folded up, found I lie in the bed.
I dissolve in myself
myself in I, aye
In the darkest of night
In the light of day
I is energetic at dawn when whisper to myself
With out that invisible - I am dumb and deaf.
I won’t see I ‘till lie on my bed, undergirded
I with myself in a language that requires no word.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
John Barnes in Ethiopia
John Barnes England's greatest Goal
“I wanted a new project to get my teeth into after the dancing and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my time.” Read More On The Sun
“I wanted a new project to get my teeth into after the dancing and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my time.” Read More On The Sun
Friday, March 14, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
SAY NOT
(By B. Bellete)
Say not the word Sh*t
say not the word F**k, too
Whereever,
By day and night
They kick the sh*t out of you
Go & figure.
Say not the word Sh*t
say not the word F**k, too
Whereever,
By day and night
They kick the sh*t out of you
Go & figure.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
The Unknown Poet
(By B. Bellete)
Smaller than the visible dot
An invisible, ineffable thought
Trapped in the poet’ s heart
Unwrapped itself in an instant;
All its fresh messages, content
Unleash, one at a time and ignite
What 's inscribed in the poet's heart.
The flow takes place its course
The brain disminates itself to the arms
From the arms disperse to fingers
Fingers will wire to the brain
Brain will be falling in drops, as rain
On a pice of rule paper.
(where ball point acts as a maker
For all has got to be there
Or else, will be lost forever.)
Then words start glow at once
With slow and nice harmonious dance
One word is bouncing the other
To make the picture more clearer.
Yes!
For that spellbound thought
Yes!
For that lovely loving spirit
Just live and die- the unknown poet.
Smaller than the visible dot
An invisible, ineffable thought
Trapped in the poet’ s heart
Unwrapped itself in an instant;
All its fresh messages, content
Unleash, one at a time and ignite
What 's inscribed in the poet's heart.
The flow takes place its course
The brain disminates itself to the arms
From the arms disperse to fingers
Fingers will wire to the brain
Brain will be falling in drops, as rain
On a pice of rule paper.
(where ball point acts as a maker
For all has got to be there
Or else, will be lost forever.)
Then words start glow at once
With slow and nice harmonious dance
One word is bouncing the other
To make the picture more clearer.
Yes!
For that spellbound thought
Yes!
For that lovely loving spirit
Just live and die- the unknown poet.
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