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"haile" poems
Derartu, Haile, Tirunesh Kenenisa, Meseret, and all With a similar footfall! Displaying a superb Long-distance athletic feat When many superstars Awe inspiringly you beat And as a result of it When your sought-for Fought-for And nation- prayed-for Dream proves a hit And also with kudos A stadium full of people opt You to greet And when spectators Accord you a high five It is for your country's  flag You  immediately dive! Also on the podium while Ethiopia's row-wise Green,Yellow and Red Emblazoned flag, Shoulder high, Soars above You express Your  umbilical cord-tight National love With tears that Trickle down each of Your cheek,quick. Is it because Reminiscent of Each living hero With a life sacrifice That brought colonial Aggression to zero? Is it because The bounty of the land You grew up Seeing first hand? Is it because The cherished corner You cut in the heart of The poor but prideful Ethiopian neighbour? Is it because The unity in diversity That showcases Ethiopia's identity Or citizens hospitality? Is it because At heart strings a tug Or ,among others Gratefulness to Your iron-strong lung When you hear Ethiopian anthem sung? Is it because a secret another Deep down you harbour? Is it because the Fertility Hope and Sovereignty ideals The flag advance, Also Ethiopia's being A beacon of independence What is more The nation's renaissance Which in a curtain of mist Before your eyes dance?
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
An overriding national feeling
Blessed Love My Lord and Empress Praise be to Haile Selassie I Raise me from Earth's ashes Sacrament to Jah, my soul sings Your son I praise him, Haile Selassie I Garvey come and spread word, glorious words Freedom of a people, Zion land, it waits with love Praise be to Talaqu Meri, let his lands grow green His Imperial Majesty, walk with me Empires dazzle eyes, black Empress at the steps Her robe draped with tender caress, love, Jah Prophet man sing, rasta man sing, we all love Jah In death Haile Selassie I looks over I and I, love Jah Over Babylon the skies rain freedom on Jah people
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
Irie for the Bredren and the Sistren
#Yes I , Putin de RAAAS fi tru him a de Ras of Rases. Cantrolling all dem eleckshan widout deteckshan, cyan touch Putin. Him a hack Babylonian komputah worse den cutlass hack di bush inna mi yard. Putin so cool, dem cyan even stop him hack Babylon Supah-bowl. Ras Putin secret Rasta, Ras Putin tru servant of JAH Almighty Rastafari. Vladimir a teach Haile Selassie di Solomonic wisdom, an ting weh mi seh... Selah....
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Ras Putin
Running out of Oxygen, burning out When contenders feel like Dropping dead, In an unexampled manner Summoning a vestige Of energy Bringing into play A new strategy, Miruts Yifter Ethiopia's Olympic legend Used to surge ahead Demonstrating a race Is a sport of foot,lung And head. That is why A commentator Christened him “Mirutse Yifter The gear changer!” “I dare say Catching up with him In a dead heat There is no way Once, he broke away!” Two golds in 5 thousand And 10 thousand meter race In Moscow Olympic With a gear-changing tactic What a trick, what a trick! What a story to children And grandchildren to tell Recalling minutest Detail well!” In our childhood, With people In the neighborhood Our eyes To TV screens glued We used to relish Miruts' sprinted finish Forcing rivals Winning dreams To relinquish! After the medal Putting on ceremony, Heading to Our football pitch We used to run round, Round,round and round Till exhausted ourselves We found! It is adopting Mirutse's footprint Haile,Derartu,Kenenisa, Tirunesh,Selershi and Meseret sprint! This formula grand Gradually has found Its way to Kenya And England May be tomorrow To Sire lanka or America!
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
The gear changer
Last night I went on journey, to Africa, tomorrow's freedom. A native to the richest soil, to the deepest roots. I was unbound, at midnight, when Spirits roam free. It was beautiful. Foot for foot, I strode into the Her growth. Vessels howled and cried to the moon, trees danced and swayed to Her song. I looked up, my sight destined for the horizon, and I saw. I saw the mountain, souldiers firmly tied to their land, but they were reaching for the night sky, to the African Praise Song. What Africa showed me, is far beyond any sensual comprehension. It was spiritual metamorphosis, The awakening. I heard the valley's river, gently rolling and crashing and singing along. Freedom, pure freedom. Like a new born's first cry, like my first breath; and from it, I was birthed. Her glow was effortless, showing light, before my young wide eye, to Her land. Last night I went on a journey, to Africa, Tomorrow's glory. Drums roared loud into the eve, Entranced, were Her people, as they danced to the fire's light. Proud to have risen from the same soil that Her kings and queens fought tirelessly for. Our Kings and Queens. Forever we are the Kings and Queens of Africa, for their courage and royal beauty runs deep in our veins. Yes, Kings and Queens. Her Highness ruled from the earliest days, when Haile, The Ethiopian, conquered the lion. And Her Highness shall rule after the last trumpet calls. Africa, Blood Fayah. Last night I went on a journey, to Africa, Tomorrow's sunrise.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:04 AM UTC
Last night I went on a journey
Last night I went on journey, to Africa, tomorrow's freedom. A native to the richest soil, to the deepest roots. I was unbound, at midnight, when Spirits roam free. It was beautiful. Foot for foot, I strode into the Her growth. Vessels howled and cried to the moon, trees danced and swayed to Her song. I looked up, my sight destined for the horizon, and I saw. I saw the mountain, souldiers firmly tied to their land, but they were reaching for the night sky, to the African Praise Song. What Africa showed me, is far beyond any sensual comprehension. It was spiritual metamorphosis, The awakening. I heard the valley's river, gently rolling and crashing and singing along. Freedom, pure freedom. Like a new born's first cry, like my first breath; and from it, I was birthed. Her glow was effortless, showing light, before my young wide eye, to Her land. Last night I went on a journey, to Africa, Tomorrow's glory. Drums roared loud into the eve, Entranced, were Her people, as they danced to the fire's light. Proud to have risen from the same soil that Her kings and queens fought tirelessly for. Our Kings and Queens. Forever we are the Kings and Queens of Africa, for their courage and royal beauty runs deep in our veins. Yes, Kings and Queens. Her Highness ruled from the earliest days, when Haile, The Ethiopian, conquered the lion. And Her Highness shall rule after the last trumpet calls. Africa, Blood Fayah. Last night I went on a journey, to Africa, Tomorrow's sunrise.
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#☩ ☩ ☩ If you think That Haile Selassie is the Living God of scripture you are WAY too high and I and I and I and I . . .
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Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC
I and I spired Poem
They live in the hilly woods of Jamaica, Infinitely feasting on bright energy In flawless harmony with Mother Nature As man was created by the creator. One would deem them magical As their ways are reflections of astrology Where past, present and future Are no different from one another. Affiliated with the emperor of Ethiopia, Ras Tafari Makonnen, known as Haile Selassie, Who holds the Solomonic signature, They know that existence, to living is greater. They are merely monks of Africa, But the world knows not of this For their ways have been altered By the consumption of fire.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
African monks