Majority of GOOD God fearing girls are already well dressed and covered Majority of Not-wise-to-mention ones are not covered, thats a sign for us to reaslise. So fellas don't beg them to cover themselves, coz it will be easy for you to know which girl is good or bad. When it comes marriage, ya'all fellas know where to point fingers at! Xijaab is not a choice but a difference...

loooooooooooooooooooool kamila maahmaahyadaada cajiib waaye inta badan balse tan ayaan ku qosley "16. af aanad aqooni aabahaa wasna waa kaa yeedhsiiyaa" "43. Arrin aan sidii **** riyaad la feydin, ma fayoobaato. "46. awr awr wado iyo nin naagi wado midna kaama baydho.

Kamila, sister wlcm. It is good to have you back.

Scholars have always differed in theory of what "knowledge" is. Some say knowledge is gained following the process of education and that the Education is not knowing but a system with which you have to follow to gain knowledge. Many have also argued that knowledge can be or is gained without going through the system of Education. Others argue that knowledge is not as formal as Education and that what some call knowledge is experiance, and can be dismissed as informal and unnecessary. I think Education is the process which transports you to Knowledge, which means that it is a preperation that transports you to the know-how of a SUBJECT or a SKILL. I believe Knowledge can also come under what the secular society considers as informal Education. I have heard a debate about this topic before and as simple as it may sound, it goes far when some scholars discuss this topic. Some of you might say Education is Education and knowledge is knowledge. But i am not sure of that. So what is your undersanding of these two terms(Education and Knowledge) ?

The gun-shots got more quiet, all that can be heard was foot steps and wierd giggles coming nearer JamaaL: Someone is coming, i think it is cali-waalow trying to check us out Hassan: (chuckles) well, let him come near, we have news for him here. I haven't shot a gun since the whole war scenario started but i think i will exercise my gun point power on him Moh'd: No! NO! please we don't want anyone to get hurt in our house, honestly i am allergic to blood and blank points (smiles humourously) JamaaL: Calm down hassan, cali-waalow is what he is, don't you see, thats why they call him cali-waalow. The sleepy head of them all awoke to the conversation, Faarax, who God has given him strength and bravery. Farax suggested that he will woo cali-waalow to disarm and when he does, he will beat the crap out of him. The whole house loughed Sahra: what are you guys, nuts? we have underage children and women in the house. If you wonna show us your ability to fight and frighten us women then well and good, otherwise take your machoness outside my house!! All males loughed including caadil who just loughed coz every man was loughing JamaaL: women? oh, how typical they are (in a sacarstic way) Faarax, go do your thing man, get cali-waalow in doors and he is all yours. Faarax: Hahaha Do you mean that? Hassan: He means it fool, why else will he say that huh? Faarax: hey kiddo, shut up before i kick your tooth inside and you say "goodbye" to all your smiles aight? i am talking to JamaaL... JamaaL: Guys! guys!! please! relax, we can't afford to start a WWF here while we are in this situation..ok? Faarax, go cajole cali-waalow to stop the shooting please. Please don't endanger your life... Faarax: (ironically smiled) oh yeah baby, watch me walk out and get the bad-guy aka cali-waalow hehe, "walk this waaayyy" Kids whine as Faarax walked out of the house holding his AK infront of him Sahra: Oh God, the kids are hugry, they are getting week by the minute Caadil: mom! Sahro: Yes Caadil, my son Caadil: whats gonna happen to us? Moh'd&sahro: Everything is gonna be alright!

lool Jawaahir I sent 7 poems under another name and they sent me 14 letters telling me that i am such a poet and that they wonna publish me. Include my poems in a CD called Sound of Poetry. Lol it is funny isn't it? i did ignored them too..maybe you should reply to them...through letter with your poem on it. Invation to world poets something..lol they sent me that too..they are bluffing I don't know walaahi but they may include your poem to one of those coffee table books made from the finest of paper quality..lol worth a try though

Cartanow ina adeer Sow kaan badweyntiyo Ka talaabey qaarado Sow kaan haweenkiyo Ka dabbaashey caashaqu Isma odhan jaceylbaa Kugu laba kacleyne Kaa dhigi bukaan socod Beerkeygu waa boog Carabkeygu waa dacar Dhakhtar iga daweeyiyo Iima dhowa maciine Nabsaa igu maldahanoo Iga dhigey mariille naftaa xagalka daacdoo Nuux nuuxsi diidaye Allahayow i garab qabo Ma dafirin jaceylkuye Dumarbaa se igu dirray iga dhigey dugaag aan Doorbidin wanaagiyo Hidaha iyo dhaqankaba Hadaan soo baraarugay in dumarkeenu yahay dahab Dhaqankeenu yahay sharaf Afkeenuna yahay murti Muuqqeenu yahay qurux Dhagta maqalka qabatiyo Isha aragga keentiyo Sanka uduga neefsada Dhamaan ximnohoo idil qiimo waxey kulleeyiin Hablaheena bilicda leh Qurux loo dhameeyoo Eebahey ka dhigey kuwa Ragge u dhega nuguloo Sharaftiyo xishoodkuna Nimco loogu sii daray Experiment by JamaaL-11

CARTANOW sxb, that was a well worded song. It is having an effect on me here, waxaan ka cabsiqabaa inaan aniguba soo alifo hees taas oo kale ah, qiiro darteed lol, inkasta oo uu af-soomaaligu safaaradaha goor horeyto iga qaatey. Balse hadaan qalbigu gardarreysto kolleey waa kii gabay maaxaaye. CARTAN as usual...your poem under the song was a good one too, keep it up sxb.

looool baydan iyo buubto new words to me qaarkood...thnkx for sharing

SWEETNESS & BITTERNESS (For B. W. Andrzejewski) Without contraries is no progression —Blake Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes). —Whitman 1 Sometimes even the aloes Bear honeyed flowers Whose nectar you slurp I am sweetness & bitterness Planted in the same place. ll My right hand and left hand are twins: One entertains the guests and walks the weak; The other is daggers dripping woes & wormwood. lll My son, I am rich, I contain countless contraries: Do not take me For a poor monomaniac Out on a limb Hectoring for his bloody hobby-horse. lV Sometimes I am faithfully obedient, Well-mannered, Utterly innocent of evil: And sometimes I am the obdurate destroyer, An arrant knave. V Sometimes I am the anchorite Who sequesters himself in the mosque To review his life and purify his heart: And sometimes I am the villain, The loony Who blusters in every saloon in Somalia: "Go to now. I'll prove thee With mighty-mouthed Evil Till my cup runneth over With contumely and crazy Àasha." Vl Sometimes I am The towering heads Of wit, wisdom, eloquence, Of honor, & forbearance: And Sometimes I am The loafer The nowhere man With no name in the street. Vll Sometimes I am A man who does not allow anything unkosher Go past his gullet: And sometimes I am A thief dyed-in-the-wool Who does not spare Even the orphan's share. Vlll Sometimes I am The leader Of high-ranking saints and sages: And sometimes I am An honorable member Of Satan's conclave-- After the fiend's very own heart. lX A presumptuous Jack Cannot size me up For I run interference for chameleons For I keep school for chameleons. Daily I turn: Every morning My complexion is distinctly Of different color & creed. I know how to hobnob With both Muslims And With heathen honky monkey alien infidels: The angels of Hell and Heaven Argue over my soul. X No man has traced to me All these contraries I trail; But a man of many days, One whose head is hoary, Or One who is hip To sizing men up May possibly Take my proper measure. Xl O everyman Jack, Pick your sweetest, Most apt metaphor To brand me with: Ride the hobby-horse Your heart hobbles after, Or The one you can't help but Tease me with. Speak Right on; Ride on For I make ways For you: Please, Take your choice. ……………… i. A demogouge, an afmieeshaar — i.e. he whom the Somalis perceive to be a saw-mouthed sage, who attempted to cruelly caricature, castrate and crucify the formidable Somali Issaaq poet, Qaasim, a.k.a Ahmed Ismaeel Deeriye, attempting to write him off as mere mug-turned-blotto! Qaasim's parry, his riposte, his refutation of the attack on his reputation, which became Qaasim's classic, much-celebrated signature song. Macaan iyo Qaraar: as distinguished and as famous as Frank Sinatra's classic signature song I Did it My Way. Macaan iyo Qaraar is well-known to all the glitteratti, to all the cognoscenti, to all the connoisseurs of Somalia's current literary scene. It is for this reason that I rendered it into English in the summer of 1986, at The Montreal World Poetry Festival. It was later featured in the now defunct Montreal literary review, Zymergy, to which I contributed poems and essays during the late '80s and early '90s, when I served on its editorial board. …………………………….. Another version of the story behind this now internationally famous Somali song goes as follows: Qaasim the Somali poet was once asked by his exasperated Isaaq clansmen: "Qaasim! Who are you? Are you the poet the Somali nation is most proud of Or are you the jerk the drunk the bum the katcrazy the katcrushing Eedoar the crazywater consumer the dweller of ditches & gutters we pick up every dawn before the call of the muezzin from the ditch from the gutter?" It is my pleasure and delight now to share with you all, Qaasim's riposte, Qaasim's Apologia Pro Vita Sua translated into English by this Somali Abgal bushman! ---------------------------------- ii. Margaret Laurence wrote in her celebrated The Prophet's Camel Bell (1963): "Goosh — whose real name was Bogomil and whose nickname was pronounced 'Goosh' — happened to be Polish, a tall man with an expressive and almost oriental face, high cheekbones and faintly slanted eyes. He was a poet in his own language." Bogomil W. Andrzejewski, the late and lamented scholar and dean of international Somali studies, taught at the London School of Oriental Languages. He was a friend of mine who shared this poem with me in Somali so I could translate it into English. With his wife, Sheila, he also translated the same Somali song into English. Compare my version with their more philological and scholarly version. This can be found in their excellent book, An Anthology of Somali Poetry (pages 88-89), published in 1993. My friend Goosh spoke Somali better than I, a native Somali! Another case of that famous contradiction where the teacher becomes the student! He was most instrumental in the search for and eventual discovery of, a written form of the wild savage Somali tongue, in 1972. I will never forget what Goosh said to me in his London home in 1986, when I told him my name was now John Drinkwater. Whereas before I was infamous as Qaasim, as Sir John Barleycorn! Goosh's reaction became a memorable Somali saying: "waxaa tahai Nin libaax qaathay Oo laga dhigay!" "You are a man nabbed by a lion that was forced to drop you none the worse for the nasty nabbing! Would that the lion would drop more And more Somalis! Sir John drinkwater, let us toast to that! Lakhaaim! To life!" iii. The Somali rum which renders one exalted.

"My right hand and left hand are twins: One entertains the guests and walks the weak; The other is daggers dripping woes & wormwood." Ex-Playa, i must agree with you that thepoem you posted is one hell of a poem. I've interest in reading this poem, i read it sometime ago in somali and it is magnificent. I also read the poem translated in English, ofcourse, by Gosh(Adrowiski) himself. The bit i quoted amazed me alot, still it does, and also the bitterness and the sweetness that parralel each other. Here is the poem i read...it may have a different words from th one you posted by still the meaning remains the same.

looool funny, wahome mutahi and the whispers..man i love the whispers...so cool and humourous.. Thankx shaqsii

I think we have seen this Question before posted by CARTAN under poetry section, in somali though . It is isn't that hard to figure out, the addition is done wrongly. add 25 + 2(the bellboy)= 27 + 3(change to men) = 30

I think we have seen this Question before posted by CARTAN under poetry section, in somali though . It is isn't that hard to figure out, the addition is done wrongly. add 25 + 2(the bellboy)= 27 + 3(change to men) = 30

If all the poetry and the lyrics we have posted here is used for a better course? Experiance your words going out to a wider audiance? I mean, if you have posted a poem or a lyric for fun then we can use all lyrics and poems from Somaliaonline and make up albums of music? Songs, hiphop lyrics and play parts? It would be a very useful thing to do and then market whatever comes out of it. My suggestion here is if Insha-allaah things go as planned, we could contribute the money to help our local communities coz we have no proper fundings for them from anywhere currently. I mean if you always wanted to contribute to the well being of the Somali community wherever you are, maybe it can be possible. What do you guys think of that? PS: i typed it in a hurry excuse me if there is spelling problems. Tell me what you guys think?

I am thinking of launching an online radio, what do you think? like www.live365.com ones http://www.live365.com/stations/190959

Dadkan laab jeex ay wada qabaan = these people are nuuters loool

To somalis The fate our people is too hard to fathom Transcending the depth of all thoughful brains I fear our slither will give birth to doom More death and cry won't achieve the freedom Like the Gog we are digging into more sorrow Hoping to cry no more and smile tommorrow But expect never ever to witness that day When all is still and souls are ready to pray Superstition, and arrogant clan traditions of Filthy elders are these deaths attribution So can i be blamed, for crying louder than a crow Warn the danger, of those sipping our souls with a strow I wish my words were like precious stones to bestow To nourish the hearts of my people, whose esteem is so low Drop the guns Let go this scum uncle, let go this gun brother Don't plan more war uncle, Don't kill more lives brother I can't beg and be calm but I I can cry to supress the pain till you stop

Mandeeq and CARTAN waw, you've both posted some good poems for real. Wlcm back to poetry section, you guys have gone silent for sometime. I hope you are well. keep the poetry coming.... Salaa,

Man, that was the funny thing i heard. The bloody pigeons that coast half a million dollars to maintain. Tyson is a looser, i mean, how many Africans die from hunger? it doesn't take a great mathematical to figure that out. MCC you are right man, i think it is time for Yson to vanish into Oblivion. I use to support him but i stopped supporting him last year. He was in London and bought a ring that coasted 1 million pounds, i was like what? is he nuts? He is a bygone and done with

Faisa lol Southall is full of xaliimos, u know what i mean? i aint feeling that kidding Athena lol hadeer ayaan la lushaa sky-scrappers hadii gabadha you uncle's daughter-in-law's cousin's friend's sister laigu daro, i am might shout "halleluyah" an Arab girl not a paki or an hindu....is that okey?

Well, out of 23 friends of mine watching the Lewis Vs Tyson, only I and another friend were certain that Tyson will get the beat-ups he deserves. How exegerated was that fight, men it was like all night and the adverts were everywhere through the whole week, but the future was not that bright for Iron Mike Tyson. His words were "Lewis, i am coming for you!" but My friend mr-cool Lewis words were as cool as this "Tyson you either put up or shut the Heck up" Ofcourse i added the heck but he sounded like a typical brit wasn't he? eh? Now fellas tell me what your expectations were and what you got as a result of killer left jabs...lol too bad for the Americans coz not only were they supporting him but they were scared that he might eat their kids and rip out their hearts. Let us just say, Tyson's page in History was ripped out of the book, the end of a legacy. I support Lewis coz of what he has done for his locals, he built a college for the school drop-outs whom no other school takes in, that was a big boost for his hood. He sponsored many programmes unlike Tyson who is fighting to pay for the Jewelery expenses he incurred. Tell me you side of the story.....

LiBiN lol it is not me sxb, It is a story i got from another friend of mine. MIxed-up family isn't it? Ofcourse i am not Indian Arab or a Paki but i'm a Somali. Pure than a cup of virgin blood I am not planning to marry my own cousin but i am planning to marry a girl who is not even a Somali.

Allahayoow noo fududee salaada.

LOOL yes that was a deliberate spoil for Athena, ofcourse i was furious about her calling mr salvator JamaaL old and frail, kidding. I didn't spoke for her but i got into her mind and wrote what she might be feeling...so still she can varbalise what she wants her words to be. Athena = Teenager right? too bad