Who am I?

Being part of a big family is blessing. But not always. I was born 3rd into a family of seven, which I wouldn't choose If I had the chance to. It's not that I hate my family but the way we lived has left a dark spot on my young life experience. I used to wear one type of close for years and years, never have shoes at age 8. I always dreamed to have enough food in my stomach. I shared drinking water with the animals that I looked after. regardless how hard living in that situation life was precious. I was blessed to have a mom her odor gives hope. A strong faithful. Everything that has a beginning has an end. As a fact of nature this life has come to an end to. This poem is part of that transition.

  Who am I?

Dreaming during the silent nights

Wonder my mind on the bright day’s lot thoughts

Endless questions never been answered

What could be my response, to my own request?

Who am I? How do I am existed?                        

Once I had a family somewhere else

I had a biological father

Allowed me to be called in his name

Like everyone, I played with my sisters and brothers

The smallest bread parted and shared

The love fed one another forsaken food

We grew up healthy integrated to the ill world

Even those hard times like an argument

It has dim flashback in my heart never lost

Once upon a time I was part of a family

Lived to short left with a story

Living departed in life memory.

The country origin holiday’s celebration

Absolute cultural foundation

The strong neighborhood participation

Unique community once sacrificed for his religion

Then what happened?

When does this life end?

How did I become alone in my own land?

Maybe I had dreamed,

I am not sure if I had lived.

Maybe I had dreamed

I am not sure if I had lived.

Beauty is in words!

Tecle Gebremichael 

Amharic poetry

Just to introduce myself as a multilingual person, I'm posting this Amharic poem. I don't really write a lot in Amharic but I have quiet few that proves my Amharic skill. I wrote this poem to a gorgeous brilliant beautiful women that I only met her one time in my life, one night. I can remember her face but never knew her name. A lot to learn from her even though she didn't spoke a word.  She has disappeared by the power of light in the morning and never come back. Please help me to find.

ሳታየኝ ያየሁዋት

ሳታውቀኝ  አወኳት ሳትወደኝ  ወደድኳት

እኔ  ብቻ  ፈለኩዋት ሳታየኝ  አየሁዋት።

      መነጋገር  የለም  ድምጽ  አይሰማ

      በግልጽ ላንተያይ በጨለማ

      ምስክር የሌለበት  ከተማ: ሳታየኝ አየሁዋት

      ፈቅዳሊኝ  ሳትስማማ።

ሲነጋ ሁሉ ጋሃድ ሆኖ: እንቅልፍ ሲርቀኝ በኖ

ቀትር ለምን መጣ? እስዋ  እኔን  ልያሳጣ

ጸሃይ  ደመቀች እሳ  ከኔ  ራቀች

ምስልዋ አይታየኝ ቀልምሶ

ብርሃን አጥፍተዋት ደምስሶ

አየሁዋት ላላያት መልሶ።

       በቃ፡ እሱዋ ርቃ ሄዳለች

       አሃዱ ብለን ፍቅር ሳንጫወት

       ባገሬ ባህል ጎጄ ሳልጋብዛት

       ቡና ሳንጠጣ ቄጠማ ጎዝጉዘን

       አባይ ዳርቻ ድንጋይ ተንተርሰን

       በፋፋቴው ቃና የፍቅር ወላፈን

       ሳልገልጥላት የውስጥ ይልቤን

       አይቸ ሳልጠግባት ድንገት እልም አለች

       መልሳ ላትመጣ ከአይኔ ተከለለች።

ስትራመድ አላየሁዋት ክንፍ ኑራት አልበረረች

ሳታየኝ ያየሁዋት መች  ገና ተፈጠረች

ሳታየኝ ያየሁዋት መች  ገና ተፈጠረች።     

Tecle Gebremichael 

Beauty is in words!                    

Hate is a killer!

I have a habit of self-evaluate in many directions each year. A year ago I asked myself if I clearly understood the difference between hate and love. Not only on this specific topic, but at all topics it is always hard to self-evaluate. Difficult to fall on the truth when we found ourselves failed. I want to use this opportunity to ask you politely with HUGE respect to do self-evaluation on this topic.
Ask yourself, I know you love most but why do you hate, even the smallest-percent possible? Where did it come from? what's your gain? You don't have to share just for self assessment. I believe recognizing self-weakness is a half way to change. I know I have changed a lot since I held a meeting me and myself about this a while ago. 
you have something to share I will never get busy to read.

 Hate is a killer!

I love, but I hate more

I was smart enough to understand love

What does it look like to give care 

In a community sharing one another

To give love and receive more;

But it didn’t last long.                              

Everything went wrong

Hate has come into power

Followed with abuse and murder!

Drought and suffer everywhere.

The worst is, I don’t see better,

We should go back to the beginning

In the near future,

To find the secret of peace

Respect and Love one another.

Beauty is in Words!

Tecle Gebremichael

Endless Discovery

I never scared new adventures. I believe the world was given to me. So far I traveled few places. I saw the world from the shore to the other end. It was an opportunity to learn a lot. Moreover an opportunity to know that I don't know nothing.
George Bernard Show once said that "Forgive him, for he believes that the customs of  his tribes are the laws of nature"
I wish we all are open to each other to learn from one another. To benefit from our differences. Tell me your ideas at the end. But mine is wide open. I will travel the world as much as possible. To see the beauty every corner holds.

Endless Discovery

After a long journey over the oceans

reached hollow space far somewhere else

wild-life untamed places

open wide forest and dense.

            Pure and bright rivers over the hills

            tall mountains and dales

            covered white-snow during nights

            in the morning, it slowly melt

            left tears beneath the rocks.

I discovered panoramic vistas of the open range

I lived for moment then moved,

when the season changes

I went to another world

wherever the spirit arranges.

Beauty is in Words!

Tecle Gebremichael

To be or not to be

Moving from one place to another is scaring. More scarier when moving empty hand. To different place, different people, culture, and language that I knew before. Loneliness was the only friend that I knew for a long period of time. This is the result of loneliness. Loneliness, I will never forgot you. You was faithful  friend when I was lonely.

To Be or Not to Be

Whether I was born to enjoy life or to suffer

By the human-made or natural disaster

The slings and arrows of outrageous poverty

The fear and ignorance of undiscovered future

What is to come? How would I prepare?

I have all these technological devices of 21^st century

I thought it may help me to socialize  

On the social media to make friends

Instead they are windows to unworthy world

The hate and killings all over the places

Devastating our community, the mortal’s proud

Loneliness and isolation developed

Drought and disease poured

Walkig empty stomach during the day

Forgot everything fall asleep perchance

Suddenly woke-up for the scaring dreams

That I lived in calamity for too long

Reminded my mind where I belong

Rest is yet far to-come in my world at this time

Rather I die and disappear of these problem.

Beauty is in Words.

Tecle Gebremichael

Why have you left?

One of the SAD moments of quarter a century living on this planet. Few months I was forced to believe that a young friend has gone from the earth. Nature is powerful. I bowed onto nature. I cried. I grieved. I questioned, no answer. Then I said Perhaps he might be at a better place. Perhaps he has finished his mission. Perhaps he has escaped from a worst future. I know you don't have an answer to any of this questions none does. But I just want to write in words my weeping. The only thing I can do, translating shading tears into words. As f-o-l-l-o-w-s...

Why have you left?

Did you just come to say hi?

Or to visit while passing by

You stayed too-long

We saw your pain and suffered along

Too short the joy we had together

Sad experience to remember.

Why have you left?

I wish you stay a little longer

A million times I loved you

Unfortunate, how I lost you

Now every morning I cried

If love alone could’ve saved you

You never would’ve died

Why have you gone?

Far of our reaches

Beyond the heavy clouds

We asked the sun, during the day

Stars at night, but they have remained silent

Just like your last days

Perhaps we don’t understand their words.

I haven’t gone, I’m invisible

Please don’t cry be an example

Don’t think of me as gone away

My journey has just begun

Life holds so-many facts…

Earth was only one

I wanted to let you know

That I’m resting

In a place where there’s no sorrow and pain

Darkness never exist here, evil has no gain.

So… please don’t cry

Friends… please don’t cry

But (you didn’t say good bye) (3)

Beauty is in Words.

Tecle Gebremichael

Terrorists were kids.

Once in my life I have heard a story. A story that helped me to realize that there's always another way. It happened many years ago.I don't know how many. There was a wealthy healthy respected man living in the forests of Africa. One day he was invited to have lunch with the kings family. As he was a respected man he went to the lunch ceremony with his ten wives many children and friends. Right after the warmth welcoming from the kings house, the servants started washing the guests leg which is a sign of respect and honor for coming. But there was something that bothered and ashamed this man, His legs was smelling bad. after lunch he harried to get  home, Eventually he did. He called one of his servants and order him to cut off his legs. After that day he never had a bad odor. But life got even worst, he never walked around his territory again. His problem was man made. If he could avoid wearing shoes he could avoid cutting off his legs. I believe, strongly believe that there's no one born violent. Environment shapes someones future, religion and culture are the main factors. After I carefully observed life I decided that if every one has to be born a tiny dime child, how can later be a cruel terrorist murderer? believe or not our daily action, motivation, and life style has made him to be who he is. After reading the next poem you will understand how you could behave better. The good news is, it's not late. Enjoy...

Terrorists were kids

People aren’t naturally violent

The bad things that are happen

 The result of movement

The law of attraction

Creating friction.

Politics is pointless

If it does fail to enhance the beauty of our lives

Religion is indeed powerful in words

Love your neighbor as much as yourlsef

The beginning words are became ideals.

People aren’t naturally violent

Parrots and jihadists were kids

Lived among families and communities

They were kids playing soccer

On the streets of Mogadishu

Suddenly their homes’ burned

Their fathers’ murdered

Their mothers’ raped

Their hope vanished

Their future just cursed.

They found fallen firearms

Pointing toward the community

That is what they have learned.

People aren’t naturally violent

But they have thought

Sabah al-khair?

Al-hamdililah is caring

We are alive again this morning

Opening words when the kids gathering

On the streets of Baghdad

Having conversation about politics

But politics is pointless

If it does fail to enhance the beauty of their kindness

Switched topic into religion

Islamic is fear anymore

Christianity superior

Buddhism is meditation

Mormon new born

Salvation has lost in religion.

It was in the afternoon

The sun was running down

wearing dark/yelowish gown

Bombs, shootings, airstrikes

Broke the silence of peace

Escaping death is the matter of grace

But grace itself is grieving   

It is the end of everything.

This's your opportunity to shape me: tgmichael8@gmail.com

Tecle Gebremicheal

Beauty is in Words.