My seven (7) best English Poems

                 1.


     Meyesaw My love


 When my people sing with your Meyesaw name bold 

My heart flourish I rejoice like a noble statue I stand  

Your pictures have been gifts so far as I found  

The conquering lion of Juda your heroic deed 

I love your sweet name bold and passionate life meet 

Meyesaw Teddy I need more of your heroic spirit

You are the lion of Meqdela and in my honest heart 

Your Daemonic gift live inside me in secret  

Meyesaw my love your name is sweet 

And it is like a noble conquering hand one of the best

This world has you as a marvel man as the Great

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         2.

Alchemy is 5


 
The Enneagram 4 the Romantic zeal  

The wound of weakness and its heal
 
The Art of soul and its Seal
 
The defect artist and the creative meal
 
Where it may lead one to wings of the individual 
 
Or to the Aristocrat event that is fair  

Whatever it is, ... Alchemy is not four
 
It is the 5 wing the Bohemian Sear  

It is not science it is the Artist dear
   
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                     3.
 

    I fall in love with Meyesaw

                                            

                         The rim in the wheel of love 

                         Never has it been the hub 

                         It is here and there 

                        a wheel and pump 

                        And loving is so slippery 

                        I hang on to my rapture 

                       Of being helped by those 

                       Who are in the field of my bliss 

                       I only to follow the thread of the Hero pass 

                       Through the way from Gafat to Meqedela 

                       There I shall find a god  ...

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               4.         

 

When you said so                              

                
last time when you love me that way 

I told people that I had a good day
 
I believe you no matter you say
 
I still tell the fairy and unbelievable story
 
that you only love me and cares for nobody
 
when I see in your eyes I see love
 
and the beauty of your live radiant face 

unravel to many the man I become 

so I accept what you look and tell 

with no back up because you look good 

your lovely eyes are divine like a god 

I watch them whenever I feel like so 

telling the unbelievable story of worshiping love 

when you said you love me 

when you said so dear 

that night I appear for many like a Meqdela warrior
 
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       5.
  

Debre Tabor

 
My hometown cool and chilly yet bright 
 
Historical town of Teddy Meyesaw the great 
 
I love your people with passion and Grit  
 
I come to visit you because I miss you a lot  
 
Your statue of Meyesaw square improved in height   
 
And your love increase and deep in my blood it circulate 
 
Dt Debretabor my couple of days visit will incarnate 
 
In my come back as a living legend and the hero Gate  
 
And the drug Chat chewing moment will increase  
 
These unforgettable experience  .... 
 
In your people eye and in my heart site  
 
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            6.
 

The tree of Bahirdar


When I sit alone in the street corners  

The people of Bahirdar  watch  

With their encouraging eyes  

I smoke like usual with Gangster style 

I walk like a Gang boosting like a deal  

Like a City guy with nice mood cool  

My Amhara blood shining standing still  

In the squares of Bahirdar in the Church or Mall  

As I spend my time alone watching the beautiful girl 

The tree of Bahirdar grows within me for all 

 

               7.

Smoking day dream          

 Smoking shit high in spirit  

 Wisdom in the blow of a mist 

 One or two eyes wondering why I smoke 

Among the many a few enlightened in my move 

and the smoke of the day like a cloud forming 

a figure of identity and a religion in the smoke  

like a Rastafarian or Meyesawian music create  

but unappreciated or misunderstood in the time  

and wondering why I left in the crowd alone   

All this because of my smoke day dream 

a blow in the height and smoking breakdown

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