OdaySomali's Poetry Blog

[OdaySomali]

Ispired among others by BOB the SOL poet, this will be OdaySomali's Poetry Blog. Don't expect too much but I shall challenge and expore my inner poet.

 

*p.s. disregard if I break the rules of the structuring styles of Somali poetry.

[OdaySomali]

Been. Qalbi fadareeyoow

 

Beenta la sheegoow

Kii lanaga waaniyayoow

Khiyaan soo dhukusoow

Bahane' ka faa’iidaystoow

Qalbi madhan ka dhexhadloow

Marmarsiinyo na siiyooow

Ereyo meel ka yeedhow

Ma timid?

 

Beenta la sheegoow

Insi lagu qanciyoow

Oon lagu qaboojiyoow

Ceeb lagu asturoow

Dab lagu demiyoow

Buundad lagu dhisoow

Xidigo la isugu taxoow

Ma is sharaxday?

 

Beenta la sheegoow

Ma anigaa ku lehoow

Kii ku abuuray ahoow

Dantayda aan leeyahoow

Maskax iyo qalbi ku jiroow

Mise shaydaan ikaa siiyoow

Dhegta iigu kaa afuufoow

Ma is shalakhday?

 

Beenta la sheegoow

Sidii gurmad degdeg ahaaoow

Banaan dhamaan madhaaoow

Kii ka soo dhexbaxoow

Ku meel gaadh ahaaoow

Sidii xanuun fiddi jiroow

Waa ba is dhali jirayoow

Ma tiro beeshay?

 

Beenta la sheegoow

Afkayga ka soo baxoow

Sidii biyaha badda badnaayoow

Xal si fuded loo gaadhoow

Sun aakhirka noqon jiroow

Dhib dambe abuuri jirayoow

Runtii iskaga kay khaldoow

Ma rumowday?

[wyre]

Sxb no offence balse waxa aad soo qortay hal kama aanan fahmin

[OdaySomali]

wyre;892721 wrote:

Sxb no offence balse waxa aad soo qortay hal kama aanan fahmin

Waxba ma leh sxb dont worry bout it. Its an experimental thread.

[Bluelicious]

Wyre I understood OdaySomali's poem how could you not.

 

Nice poem OdaySomali practice makes perfect so don't worry about your lil mistakes.

[OdaySomali]

Thanks Blue, and thanks also for bumping the thread as I'd forgotten all about it.

[OdaySomali]

Thought.

 

I am a thinker. That is who I am. That is what I do. So let me share with you, my thoughts.

 

I am a thinker.

That is who I am.

That is what I do.

Thought is a gift.

A precious gift.

A freeing gift.

An unearthly gift.

So let me share with you.

My Thoughts.

 

To think is to observe.

To analyse.

To challenge.

Thought is to dig.

To excavate a hole-ridden landscape.

Thought is to find.

That which remains unfound.

Thought is to find, anew.

 

Thought is to soothe,

so caressingly.

An itching place.

Thought is to quench,

The thirst of a deeply yearning place.

Thought is like the rain,

Heaven-sent nourishment,

In the harshest of droughts.

 

Thought is a spark.

A light in a dark vacuum.

An energy that warms,

The spirit of a place.

Thought is effort,

So kindled by fortune.

Thought is like a pioneer,

Setting camp in a new abode,

Like steps charted,

To an unknown yet promising route.

 

Thought is nurture,

And part nature.

It is like a newly planted seed,

Instinctively taking root,

And growing with time,

It is like a newly born,

Still requiring that nurturing hand.

 

Thought is the ability,

To go beyond known boundaries.

Though is to utter,

So bravely,

So foolishly,

So boldly,

Words you deemed unsayable,

It is,

To think that thought unthinkable.

 

Thought is hope itself,

It is releasing beyond,

What be described in mere words.

Thought is to realise,

And grasp new freedoms,

Its to know,

where the true confines lie,

Where new possibilities start.

Thought at its climax,

Is a phenomenal experience.

 

So let it be known,

Thought,

The true capacity of the mind,

The grand capabilities,

Instilled deep within us all,

Is open to all.

[OdaySomali]

I shall, henceforth, also provide explanatory commentory on the poems I post, to explain the meanings behind them.