"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?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
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
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
#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....
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
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!
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
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.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:04 AM UTC
#☩ ☩ ☩
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 . . .
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC
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.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC