Cali Mire Cawaale
From sight, age bountiful wisdom dreads off Mr. Cali Mire, for those don’t know him; its history lesson in recesses from our minds. Mr. Mire conjures up the utter nuisance crafted in lips so, that the gesture of the hand to translated it on to paper. To quote him in this context, would be far skewed from the real translation; an uneducated mind is unworthy of nation. He campaigned for literacy for many Somali’s to reap the benefit of stimulated hearts and minds. A linguist, teacher, a Father of Nation revered for many astonishing nation building he undertook. The Somali language is spoken though not written until Vietnam era. History foot steps echo’s in the shadow praising him. If the walls could talk or shrill to bestow honor those that honored us it wouldn’t fall short from Mr. Ali. In the Somali circle egos pierce the sky in dire irony. In retrospect, we learn to recognize one of our own with noble act. It’s the gradual step that will restore our unity. Today, we hope to return the favor by celebrating with him, and his family and the community of Columbus,OH. 3/26/03

Exposed to…
Attribute to human life lost to the drought and other living beings.
Let me side track “ from sool and sanaag” some will coin that exclusively but let
me say this, its for all Somalis’ affect by the drought. These days you want to be politically correct. That phase seized my tongue..enough side tracking.
Well, enjoy as always…till next time

Its natures tease in ambient ways
To unravel the riddle of life’s away
Remarking on reality
Terrene for every creature mesmerizing in an array
From small to large astonishing endeavors display
Assemble delightfully from bay to Red sea
Bearing papaya once a seed with sobering smile
Simmering sun light soothing to soul like soul mate
From Sool to Sanaag soaring rain
The sand depleted its salivary no saliva abstained
It’s outbound from campaign in our background
Absent from Backyard like drown bullet round
Expose to nature cruel canvas, calf impound
From Dust to dust bedazzling earthbound

I just wrote this poem today. It's sort of inspirational to awaken the giant within us.


Blue and white natures blend
It's the cover to my nest that descends
it lies were the eye can't transcend
it's the skin that sheds blue
once graceful now a flue
gravity is by your girth
there is room for growth
dichotomy dials your destiny
resurrect me from this doomy dream in dignity
I dream of making many wrongs right
righousness to remedy my ruin nights


please enjoy and leave comment to steer me right!

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After reading this poem, some of friends liked it. So, this is the test ground to lay this words.


we chant tunes that turn deaf to us
the parades of wisdom are like mare voids
excavated like cavity no parable to reap
engraving of our brethren, earth remembers its mishaps
we drought our mind until there is nothing to marvels
no drop of observation enchants our ways
galaxies intensifies but we give no glimpse to grasps our mind


free from structure chaos....its short...

I'm interested in art of writing poems free from structure. I have couple of poems but need more work. I'm open to suggestion by making comment on them. Introducing elements such as sound, sight, smell and comedy. Though is ironic having roots to The land of Punt.

Nomad to gypsy in nomans land
my mind spinning in instantaneous velocity
journeying in travesties like travelacity
My breathe ripping like Adam from eve
My virgin lungs gasping for air in grieve
Where is it going? Oh, they enlighten me,
it's on terminal leave!
Cutting streamlines on casting call in comatose
conniving characters eating adipose
They tell me it's blazing in here quit wheezing
Soaked in smoke my soul skied into convulsing
it looks like birth tree
it bears my affairs need of repair
they say its diagnosed with leisurewear by
tyrant in despair.

This poem come to light while @ shiisha Cafee. it sort of talks about the experience of smoking
shiisha @ Gypsy's.

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