Hibo Posted November 12, 2001 did ya know dat love is 1 da most powerful human drives, well mane of us spend a majer portion of our livez in in it's pursuit. in fact if it was'nt 4 love,life would be quite a boring experience. so i wanna dedicat this 2 all da tru loveaz out ther. *now,feel free 2 talk about anythink u wanna experess 2 ur love 1,in da language of love ********************************************* love is me , love is u~ love is is a king ,love is a queen~ love is evrything dat we do~ love is u what a tender kiss~ love is sharing & always caring~ love is givin & a healthy living~ love is laughter 4ever after~ love is a king , love is a queen~ love is is me love is u~ love is evrything dat we do~ ******************************************** ------------------ I @n$wer whit rhymez, do they fit ur ?tion. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RayZak Posted December 25, 2001 I like this guy..as he wrote alot of poems by himself..well done...littles by him.. "The youth of Somalia, their dreams shuttered The mothers of Somalia, their sons killed The girls of Somalia, their virginity lost I keep crying till tears emptied from its well Emotions rising, more lives getting wrecked" mentioning how it is like back in the day....how the youths are living like... wonder what it is like right now....... to:jamaal_11..keep it up broo.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted December 26, 2001 Thank you Flight13, i truly appreciate your comment. I opted to post the whole poem sifted and prepared for publishing, here it comes: We are black gypsies criss-crossing continents Persuing our distined success with out bare feets We have crawled to stand and the learnt to flee All fates are the same as the learned that acts insane The doctors of Somalia, the professors failed The servants of the nation, the poets muted The kepers of faith, their daughters raped The youth of Somalia, their dreams shuttered The mothers f Somalia,their sons killed The girls of Somalia, their virginity lost I keep crying till tears emptied from its well Emotions rising high, more lives getting wrecked I am left waiting for messiah to decend with hope Oh, elders so vile scavenging like hyenas Our youths are reflectionless ghost on blind ambitions A waste of strength worshiping vissions of illusion END That was the poem, i can't do much but to cry out with agony and distress. Is life worthing leading? i dont know, coz one friend of mine killed the his stress off by hanging himself last week. That makes me a victim of what happened to us as Somalis. Somaliaonline.com staff praise be upon you. This site is supa 4real. keep it up. Thnkx Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted December 27, 2001 aboowe allah ha u naxariisto. but what happened to him? what caused him to kill himself? allah ha u naxariisto. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted December 28, 2001 To Concerned sister, Well, i have no idea why that friend had opted to end his own life but he seem to be under alot of stress lately. I think it is something to do with family affairs. Peace Be Upon Him (PBUH). You will nevr know what goes inside people minds. His barrial is taking place place today, infact in an hours time. i have to go see ya. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted December 30, 2001 allah ha u naxariisto. allah ha i noo naxariisto kuligeen insha'Allah. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Starlight Posted December 31, 2001 I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? My pen touches paper, words flow through me. No hate in me, none expected, Only fear for God and the few he selected. Connected to my family, the way it has to be, Cause a world without them would be no less than a tragedy. Drastically, I question my worth, my sun, moon, and earth. How much longer will people still have to hurt? Even worse, did I do anything to stop it? I perform no miracles, Yet every man and woman is just like me, I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? He loves she, she loves he, they live happily. No drama, a wonderful life. Few have visions, decisions for man and wife. Wife and man in my eyes, my heart, my sunrise, Mother of his children,. When he keeps her happy, special things occur. A memory of each other. He hopes the heavens bless her....he tests me. 360 Degrees of openness and ecstasy. But simply, not all relationships finish, some deminish, Some cut off contact and even cut off friendship. It's happened to so many so very close to me. I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? Another rainforest tree cut down, a global industry. No jungle symphony, no fern gully. Ozone layers depleted, priceless treasure lost to money. Ain't it funny? How we neglect what we can't see? That's why I ask the way it's suppose to be. Cause if I ask enough, recollection becomes protection. Protection from ignorance, too quick to judge, misconceptions. Still believe I'm the world's greatest, never outdated. Aspire to be from what God has created. Never unchanging, I must understand my atmosphere, Still unclear, with fear, I know why I'm here. Many conceptualize our minds as being young and undefined, But I swear I've broken down life more than a thousand hourglasses of time. Creation's sublime. Yes we all know it. All of us in our hearts are creative innovative poets. Mothers, sons, daughters, and wives. Sisters, brothers, fathers, and grooms for brides. We show our pride inside, some say it some write it, But some fight it, others look to ignite it. Either way, I know I have the key, I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Starlight Posted January 3, 2002 LOVE BY DEFINITION Love by definition is a deep affection; fondness Love by vision is sight not blindness Love by emotion is passion and kindness Love by group is sharing and togetherness Love in small portions is enormous none-the-less Love for your parents, you’ll surely be bless Love for a crack head, now that’s a test Love given half way, so where is the rest Love stolen or taken, that hurts the chest Love in hard times is always the best Love by definition, think you understand it yet Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted January 8, 2002 true love ************************ thay say true love cannot be created by mortal beingz~ but it can be destoryed be such. thay say da night has a thousand eyes & da day got 1 yet da light of da bright world dies whit da dying sun. they say da mind has a 1000 eyes & da heart got 1 yet da light of a whole life dies when love is done. true love is born from u & nurtured by one 2 another. there is only 1 kind of love,but there are a 1000 imitaions. ************************************** i wanna wlc all ya . 1 love. ------------------ I @n$wer whit rhymez, do they fit ur ?tion. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted January 28, 2002 Originally posted by Starlight: I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? My pen touches paper, words flow through me. No hate in me, none expected, Only fear for God and the few he selected. Connected to my family, the way it has to be, Cause a world without them would be no less than a tragedy. Drastically, I question my worth, my sun, moon, and earth. How much longer will people still have to hurt? Even worse, did I do anything to stop it? I perform no miracles, Yet every man and woman is just like me, I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? He loves she, she loves he, they live happily. No drama, a wonderful life. Few have visions, decisions for man and wife. Wife and man in my eyes, my heart, my sunrise, Mother of his children,. When he keeps her happy, special things occur. A memory of each other. He hopes the heavens bless her....he tests me. 360 Degrees of openness and ecstasy. But simply, not all relationships finish, some deminish, Some cut off contact and even cut off friendship. It's happened to so many so very close to me. I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? Another rainforest tree cut down, a global industry. No jungle symphony, no fern gully. Ozone layers depleted, priceless treasure lost to money. Ain't it funny? How we neglect what we can't see? That's why I ask the way it's suppose to be. Cause if I ask enough, recollection becomes protection. Protection from ignorance, too quick to judge, misconceptions. Still believe I'm the world's greatest, never outdated. Aspire to be from what God has created. Never unchanging, I must understand my atmosphere, Still unclear, with fear, I know why I'm here. Many conceptualize our minds as being young and undefined, But I swear I've broken down life more than a thousand hourglasses of time. Creation's sublime. Yes we all know it. All of us in our hearts are creative innovative poets. Mothers, sons, daughters, and wives. Sisters, brothers, fathers, and grooms for brides. We show our pride inside, some say it some write it, But some fight it, others look to ignite it. Either way, I know I have the key, I wonder if I view the world the way it's suppose to be? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted January 30, 2002 a dark night on a corner stood a dark shadow moving slowly slowly pushing itself into the light then i saw him he had a rose a beatiful rose he came closer n i pushed maself back i don't want to luv i don't want to luv i don't wanna end up miserable just like every other gurl that says she is in luv i just wanna live live life to the fullest maybe luv will come along the way that is if i am able to luv. peace. ------------------ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted January 30, 2002 Najmah_03, nice poems girl, it is the caption of a special moment full of hasitation and deep feeling, while untrusting love and what it holds for you. I really liked that poem, it reminds of a book, written by the african writter "chinua achebe" which i read in primry school years. The writter talks of the first moment that he met a girl, young and vibrant but who not only looks good but also has alot offer. This books talks about the first touch of his flesh and hers, the shallows breathings and the murmers. The physigue of the girl and his rising bodily tempreture noticable in seconds after seconds and changing. Well, let me not go deeper into this poem but i think it is romantic, especially the place where u mention the figure with a beautifull rose. That was a romantic poem with which i relate to much. Thanks girl [This message has been edited by JamaaL-11 (edited 01-30-2002).] Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted January 30, 2002 WOW i did'nt thinf dat ya was gonna keep it comin, but ya did . i dont have a pome 4 ya 2day but soon i well, i just wanna thank all of ya 4 openin up ....nathing but luv 2all of U,from da ANSWER. ------------------ I @n$wer whit rhymez, do they fit ur ?tion. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted January 31, 2002 :UP THX JAMAL ABOOWE, I READ SOME BOOKS THAT MAN (CHINUA ACHEBE) WROTE BACK IN MA SOPHOMORE ENGLISH CLASS, IT WAS KINDA OK THOUGH I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT EXCEPT 4 THIS POEM AN OLD MAN RECITED N THAT I DON'T REMEMBER EITHER. HEY U KNOW I KINDA KNOW YA, U KNOW ME N U R RELATED U KNOW THAT , AMA LETCHU GUESS WHO I AM, EVEN THOUGH I THINK U KNOW ME. ANYWAY, I LIKE UR POEMS REALLY NICE ONES. IT IS KINDA FUN KNOWING U WRITE POETRY, KINDA LIKE HAVING A SOME1 TO BE INSPIRED BY CUZ THE WORLD BE THINKING POETS AIN'T NUTING. BUT HEY I GOTCHU U WRITING DEM NICE POEMS,SO AMA KEEP ON WRITING . PEACE. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted January 31, 2002 Hey, Najmah_03 Well, i read those books years ago when i was in primary school, but i still remember some stories from those books and also the "crocket rib" by nurraddin farah. Although the best books i read were written mostly by west-africans like wole soyinka i still have one favourite writer that always captures my attention, he is the humanist "ali mazrui". The funniest story books i remember is the standard 2 book was it or 1 "kantai and the cow" and in standard 3 "friends", stardard 4 was i think "adventures"? lol Happy days are gone walaahi lol So najmah, i might know you but if you guve a clue then i can come closer to knowing you. Girl, dont stop writting poems Thanks Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
