Dantay1
-
Content Count
47 -
Joined
-
Last visited
Posts posted by Dantay1
-
-
Utopian life you never get
Unless you’re a pretender
Uruguay I have always liked
U can’t ask me why?
Under 6feet is a certainty
Unclassified is none of your business
University is a place for thinkers
Uranus is a celestial body
Unhappy is the opposite of a smile
Uncle Sam has gone senile
Upper classes are stuck up
Underground is a means of travel
Umbrella you cover yourself in
Urgent is now not later
Usama is he a holly warrior
USA is plain old trouble
Use of power buildings turn to rubble
Unless you change the rules
Under no way can we lose
-
Rahman is Allah name
Rahim is his other description
Rasul-Allah is the prophet (PBUH)
Riotousness fills the heart
Ramadan the holly month
Ritual is not what we do
Respect of the way of Islam
Resign from these worlds’ desires
Residue of sin is cleansed
Removed are the demons within
Rested in chains evil is held
R is a letter after Q
Romance is what they do
Rewards is what is given
Recovery period is needed
Raving mad people get
Retarded is a medical condition
Rhapsody can mean many things
Rhodesia was Zimbabwe
Rotating rings of Saturn
Recluse is a man who had enough
Rescue is a way to get out
-
Gangster a later day Somali leader
Guns are the tools of their trade
Grief is what they made
Grandpa’s shirt bloody stains
Guts, severed limbs all that remains
Get the news
Gedo is in flames
General what’s his name is to blame
Games and peoples life are the same
Ground zero and fake heroes
Greatness is a downed black hawk
Garad’s are elders who speak
Ghandi is what Somalia seeks
Gifted and the wise is what we need
Gravity is what holds your feet
Game-shows keep you in your seat
Gossip is the Somali news
Germs are out on the streets
Girls are the key to life
Gay is the damned forever in strife
Greenwich is the millennium dome
Grave is the final home
Glory is what one must aim for
Goals are added as the final score
Government is what they claim
Generations have died of shame
Give us some hope lord
Give us an aim
-
A is written on a slate
Aids is death in disguise
Adam is the father of man
Anger is a weakness understand
Angola is an impoverished land
Alkaline is blue while Acid is red
Antarctica can be cold
Africa undoubtedly the land of gold
Amen is said after a prayer
Al-Gore was he a mayor?
Ariel Sharon is a butcher
Arabs have lost the big picture
Alj-azeera is the truth
A typical western name is Ruth
Absence of reason is terror
Australians have felt a tremor
Acton is in west
Abdi hangs around with the rest
Arsenal are the best
Ask anyone
April is after March
A rapper is a modern day slave
A pill is taken in a rave
Anakin is Darth Vader
An archaeologist is a tomb raider
Asylum seekers are to blame
A gangster and a refugee is one and the same
…………………………..
This short rhyme was inspired the late Somali Poet Carays Cise Karshe
-
A is written on a slate
Aids is death in disguise
Adam is the father of man
Anger is a weakness understand
Angola is an impoverished land
Alkaline is blue while Acid is red
Antarctica can be cold
Africa undoubtedly the land of gold
Amen is said after a prayer
Al-Gore was he a mayor?
Ariel Sharon is a butcher
Arabs have lost the big picture
Alj-azeera is the truth
A typical western name is Ruth
Absence of reason is terror
Australians have felt a tremor
Acton is in west
Abdi hangs around with the rest
Arsenal are the best
Ask anyone
April is after March
A rapper is a modern day slave
A pill is taken in a rave
Anakin is Darth Vader
An archaeologist is a tomb raider
Asylum seekers are to blame
A gangster and a refugee is one and the same
…………………………..
This short rhyme was inspired the late Somali Poet ....Carays Cise Karshe ..........
-
Being honest how many women would marry outside their clans in todays Somali society?
Why has it become fashionable today to marry within the subclan I mean second cousin and arrange marrieges are becoming the norm in todays Somali society.
What is your opinion on this? and I mean to start no clanish fuss ok.
..........................................
My opinion is marriege should not be forced on a couple and it should not be refused due to the issue of clan.
If poeple intermarried freely it would sove alot of issues back home.
-
Jamal Mr 11 how u doing bro?
I hope everything cool and things are working out for you.
I like the song but whats with the R&B rush ppl?
Try to put a song with lyrics that mean something, I like Joe and LL put their words are some times 2 simple.
Dantay
See Tracy Chapman thats lyrics
Or Bob Marley
Or Marvin
Or Stevie
...............................
-
To remember a time when I was free
To reminisce that time when I was free
I could run I could do and I could be
I had what men strive for
I had what men fight for
Without struggle I gained my freedom
I could soar I could roam
I was equal to all below none
I had the blessings of my elders
The love of my siblings
The respect of my comrades
I was chosen blessed for I was free
Freedom didn’t bring prosperity
I thought I had something yet I learned nothing
Time went I grew arrogant
I took it for granted and forgot the lord
Now hollow words I speak for I am not
I am saddened for I have lost
I am no longer in my home
I am no longer able to hide away and be alone
I am old sad heart broken
My sight is distant, around me whispers are spoken
No longer in control
Family aren’t around me to console
Why they feel sorry for me
I want none their sympathy or compassion
I was free once and I have my memories
-
Is it genetic to be so poetic?
The words they spin
The creativity is it hereditary?
Can a poet explain pain?
Can he fathom the logic of the insane?
Hoping is a poet’s desire
Rationing the irrational is his fire
Words his ammunition
A poet contemplates no competition
Visions are what poets see
The days the night s and what’s in between
Is a poet romantic or is that getting too dramatic?
Now a poet must be a lover
To his loved one there is no other
A poet is a possibility of the arts
So rare are poems it’s hard to start
Now its time for a new poet
.........................................
Dedicated to Blossom
Burhan Warsame (Dantay)
-
Is it genetic to be so poetic?
The words they spin
The creativity is it hereditary?
Can a poet explain pain?
Can he fathom the logic of the insane?
Hoping is a poet’s desire
Rationing the irrational is his fire
Words his ammunition
A poet contemplates no competition
Visions are what poets see
The days the night s and what’s in between
Is a poet romantic or is that getting too dramatic?
Now a poet must be a lover
To his loved one there is no other
A poet is a possibility of the arts
So rare are poems it’s hard to start
Now its time for a new poet
................................................
Dedicated to Blossom
Burhan Warsame (Danty)
-
Great poem Mandeeq, i really enjoyed every line of it.
-
Lady its been time since
Since I touched your face with
With those blessed hands of mine its
Its cruel that time has kept us a part in
In this never ending dream that
That has made me a stranger to
To the one that I miss the
The most magical individual to
To have had the profoundest effect on
On this lonely and sad individual who
Who has forever been longing to
To touch your beautiful face again
-
If I was poet
.........................................................
If I was poet I would write a thousand lines
Explain the intersection of time
In simplicity I would resolve the issue of the day
If I was poet I would be revolutionary like the SAYED
I would be as cool as KHALIF
A peace maker and resolve this never ending grief
I would try and convey the majesty of the word
In one line one great rhyme
If I was a poet fruitful debates would endure
I would strive for no acclaim and hope for no reward
If I was a poet these words would touch your heart , Give hope to those who struggle
To them a guiding light in the dark ,Remind them that truth has no equal and love has no sequel
If I was a poet I would compose that endless verse
It would have no hate and contain no curse
If I was a poet every Somali would be heroic
Our women beautiful and they would know it
My words would transcend region and clan
They would be pure and you would understand
If I was a poet I would endear love and make people see ,this is our time you and me
Dantay 6/august 2002
-
Jamal11, thanks for the kind words and for keeping this poem section going. You and others have been an inspiration to writte these simple words.............
-
The idea is there now we need to think of the mechanism the system, It should be taken seriously no part time work. The organisation should be transparent and should be open to scrutiny. It should set aside projects within the Somali community in the diaspora, in North America, cells should be created in all the major Somali centres. Also in the large Somali community in the UK, this project should focus on providing training and education, mentoring programms for the young. We need to get the youths out of the jails (in the UK) and those who have been forunat enough to have had an education should help educate those who are on the way up.
We need to have offices and centres that directly help the youth and single families. The aim should be to unite the community through the realistic observation of the everyday problems we face. poverty, drugs and AIDS.
Projects could include.
Trips for the youths to theme parks
A soccer, basketbal leagues managed by the organisations.
Tuition centres that teach after school hours to help our bright kids get into prestigous universities.
Volunteer work and paid jobs to teach or help Schools and institutions back home.
Send youth workers to Somali regions in order to help with development issues.
..................................................
The key is simple the young educated and resourceful Somali's should stand up and be counted. We need to take back our youth, our community and our name back.
When the Somali's in the west are doing well then the next phase should be to help the motherland.
-
Africa does not need Ghadafi or Mbeki or this rhetoric of the African Union, it needs actions to fight the mounting problems of the continent.
Somali's need to move away from this union because who are we to join a union of Africa when we have no union of the Somali.
Somalia first then Africa and the Arabs second, we sort our house out, then we can join, influance, develop a new Africa.
Thats my point, No Egad, OAU, Arab league or any club created for the sake of......... We need REAL Political decesions made....Not an oil despots daydreams
DANTAY
-
Somali’s and self hate
10 million with a country as large as Western Europe (slight exaggeration) , who seems destined to cause as much self-harm as possible.
We have destroyed our environment yet all we do is care about the well being of our clan, of our region and of ourselves.
If the sea is looted of its resources, if the trees are cut, if the cities are not managed, if the child starves and we don’t care because he/she is not our clan then what hope have we got?
What hope when in the UK a foreign land we are struggling we are poor and the pressure is left with our ladies? When in these cold streets our young are lost, bitter with failure resentful of the parents who dropped them, when Kasser Osman and others die and there is no outcry. What hope when there are ever increasing number of AIDS and we don’t even know the numbers, as long as they are not my brothers or sisters.
The chewing of the qad has made the men ugly, physically and mentally; they spend more time with a so-called friends than with their women folk, what hope have we if the fathers don’t raise the young properly?
“Somali’s cant do this, they are not good enough” this and similar statements comes out of the Somali mouths on a regular basis. What hope have we if we don’t believe in our people and ourselves?
We call ourselves Muslims yet we kill and support evil schemes; we only respect the scripture on Ramadan. What hope have we when we don’t respect the religious leaders?
We spend on a wedding day; we save and struggle so we can prove to our friends and relatives that even I can rent a limousine. Even I can live it up in a Hilton hotel. For once I can forget that I am poor, that my people are poor and that tonight I can forget to be Somali. What of marriage if it is not done according to the law? If the couple don’t plan for the future, what hope have we when even the sacred union is taken for granted?
Somalia awaits the return of its sons and daughters. Those, who have and still struggled in the Diaspora, Somalia will get better and united when those who are most bitter unite with each other and try to strive for a better life here in the cold west.
……………………………………………………………………………………..
Now I can’t remember the reason for all this waffle, but it seemed a good idea at the time
-
Many tribes
Many surnames
Many faces of shame
Hate fills the air
Few can breathe let alone think
Where are the wise?
The harbinger of destruction
Has been on the rise
Failure on our part
Has sealed the fate
A future uncertain
While they grow strong
We look behind
Forever pointing at each other
Why dear mother must you suffer so
Windswept land
Destruction of trees
Charcoal is the only plan
Land of plenty yet the children stare
Gleeful at the UN ration
Warlords and fake presidents
The average amnesia afflicted
Asking forever what is my name
Where is my residence?
......................................
Burhan Warsame (Dantay 19/7/02)
-
I Love you its simple
I love you more than I love my self
More than this earth, this wealth
I love you like yesterday
When I smiled and in
thanks to the lord I preyed
I love you like my moms like my pops like the oxygen from above
It might be corny but I love you dearly
I love you like the sunshine that’s right
For you I would struggle I would fight
Forfeit my dreams and forfeit my life
From the past through the future
One thing is constant you
The ever beautiful picture
You the absolute sum the truth
Words are simple
But I love you
Burhan Warsame, Dantay 19/07/02
-
Tough in every way, beauty and power in a toxic mix
Envy none ambitious to a point
Now everything is clear
I can sense it’s getting near
Our reflection situated in a mirrored dimension
Where I can see the graceful Somali
Sultans from a past age
Dreaming of revenge with controlled rage
Heaven help the disciple who has strayed
Testament to the confusion of the time
Worshipers to a currency that’s not mine
Guns are the language of the times
Simple words masked as poetic rhymes
Enraged by the despair
Heaven is for the weak
When will we find our voice?
When will we speak?
Irresponsible men hypocritical women
Youth with no direction
Forever lost in Europe’s cross roads
London is mistaken for Hargaysa
Minneapolis is no Mogadishu
Dead bodies and crimes committed
The bereaved are offered prayers
The living dirty tissues
Murders back home are taken lightly
Suffering abroad is ignored
Now we are in the zero hour
But we will be
What we are
Burhan Warsame (Dantay 19/7/2002)
-
Tough in every way, beauty and power in a toxic mix
Envy none ambitious to a point
Now everything is clear
I can sense it’s getting near
Our reflection situated in a mirrored dimension
Where I can see the graceful Somali
Sultans from a past age
Dreaming of revenge with controlled rage
Heaven help the disciple who has strayed
Testament to the confusion of the time
Worshipers to a currency that’s not mine
Guns are the language of the times
Simple words masked as poetic rhymes
Enraged by the despair
Heaven is for the weak
When will we find our voice?
When will we speak?
Irresponsible men hypocritical women
Youth with no direction
Forever lost in Europe’s cross roads
London is mistaken for Hargaysa
Minneapolis is no Mogadishu
Dead bodies and crimes committed
The bereaved are offered prayers
The living dirty tissues
Murders back home are taken lightly
Suffering abroad is ignored
Now we are in the zero hour
But we will be
What we are
My pain the Somali poem
in General
Posted
Concerned with measuring fame
While the poor is consoled by pain
My land and my lost name
For 12 years my people haven’t gained
The masses move in hordes insane
A few words to the brave
We will get out of this whole this cave
We must fight in ways they can’t understand
Because this white man is but a man
Somalia stirs my heart
It’s my passion my poison my true pain
You have to be a nomad to comprehend
That my land of warriors produces true friends
None are as proud or as blind
None smarter with such twisted mind
Each and everyone of them a sultan
Each a king to his clan
But Somalia you must change
You must see the value of compromise
You must respect and listen to the wise