Modern Poems of International poets about Alemseged Sisay
By Michael Mc Dermott
the champion of modern
Aleme Gammo original
Haku poetry for people
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By Adam Smith
A man with a tale
Few words have been left untouched
Now it’s time to sleep
Dedication to one of the most hard-working poets of our time
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Wisdom owns Common sense
Within science and conscience
Wisdom follows consciousness
Wise man wins worldly honors
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By Poetess Rosewinter515
Poet Aleme Gammo
Carefully teaches styles
Inspires fresh ideas
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Poet Aleme Gammo
various styles of poetry
invented and taught others
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Ethiopiate on the Street — Addis Ababa Amharic
it seems to me that it must be
antipathy of poetry
being on the wings of freedom
54 countries — Africa
gammo — Ethiopia
the soil from where earth was born
europe, asia, bodies were torn
So it can be understood why
some order might be justified
aligning poems to a form
like the oceans must have a shore
degradation must have a cure
to bring mankind a peaceful norm
Aleme Gammo, poet,
Teaches us virtually, then
Publishes our poems.
Haku 7–8–7 for Aleme Gammo
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His writings are penned in jail
113 styles of poetry invented
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Mengistu Lemma: still longing
‘Yabbatoch Ch’ewata’ singing
Pastimes of the Forefathers.
When Word made world with all things new
Aleme Gammo, also grew
As Janus of Argonauts.
Looking for the Golden Fleece
Of poetry and love of peace:
Janus gate of past and future.
From sadness, joy and new simile,
Genius reached the richest style,
Amharic language has explained.
All the tribes deserve the own queen
And favorite verses of Qene,
in front of cauldron with dinner.
Befeqadu Hailu brought soup
Of Zone 9 bloggers modern group
Making an attempt as sinner
Of ebony nights and this sad joy
Among the tyrants who destroy
The poetry of every day.
Kebedech Tekleab new postcard
Mengistu Lemma of hard times
Married the new and old rhymes
In events called abduction.
Man Jesus of old promises
Men of no more sacrifices
After voice of suffering love.
Lady of home and new angels,
Liyou Libsekal changes
Azure of Addis Ababa.
Boghossian and Tekleab
Aluminum white sculpture
On the embassy granite wall,
Billene Seyoum so far away,
Give Me a Dog’s Life Any Day:
A statue of Long Patience.
In “Pambazuka News”of morrow,
Billene may sing her sorrow:
Modern slavery of women.
Climbing Sun`s sacred mountains,
With never known the lover’s sins
Like Tsegaye Gebre-Medhin
Solomon Deressa still tames
The smile of sun and women`s flames
Amharic words like wet-land weeds.
Kebede Mikael calls the past
But generations sail so fast,
No passenger remember.
Gold shadows when is often late,
Riding elephants, Adeleke Adeite
Climbs Mount Kilimanjaro.
Martha Nasibù Memory
As you remember me,
Alem Hailu Gebre Kristos:
Welcome White Dove of Eritrea
Twenty years of no-war-no-peace.
Mengistu and new currant wine,
Friend of Bernard Shaw and mine
Made famous Harar melody.
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By Dr.Brundaban panda,Legendary Poet,Best Citizen of India
Aim of AP poet, Aleme Gammo
Arranging Haku contest game
Awarding them, favor for fame..
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State of constant revolution,
As in gamma distribution
Of great expectations and love.
Gammo poem coalescent
As “Humanity In Descent:
Images — Human Suffering”
Of Shalaqa-Basha bolder
Feelings melted into spring.
Yalacha Gabicha`s witchcraft
Leaned on friendship and laughed:
With Bahiru and Belete.
Like riding a blind horse around
The other side of “ti amo” town
Patriots: e Wust Arbegnoch.
Techane and Gezmu promise
Abroad, at poverty office,
Bale Kaba Ena (Bale) Daba.
Under long ebony night dome
Gebeyanesh Door to Freedom.
Bewketu Seyoum counts the stars.
State of changing dreams of colors
And daily bread for all others,
In a world of constant challenge.
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All About Poet Aleme Gammo
By Sir, Professor ,Brundaban panda
Acknowledgement goes for the poet and writer, Aleme Gammo,
As because your poetic contribution AP poets know your name.
A son of veteran police officer you are worthy citizen of Ethopia,
As the first Telecom Technician your name fame within your area.
According to historical point your tribal culture’s had long standing,
A noble statement that poet is second God producing poetical art,
Acknowledgement must be given by the people of Ethiopian State.
Absolute pleasure you acquire when you share and write the poems,
Amazon kindling honored your books also the publisher, Lulu.com.
All details about you I collected from your AP profile to write a poem,
Already your books are world records duly stored in the printed form,
Appreciation goes for you praiseworthy effort poet dies , stays fame
Actively awake to advance ahead an inspiring message sends poet,
After reading my poem please send feedback kindly accept respect.
Learning About Aleme Gammo Today
What do I know of Aleme Gammo?
Only that he has a voracious vocabulary.
He is a poet, a Telecom technician, the son of a vet,
and a sage word-player.
From Ethiopia, surrounded by spirit, possibly of his birth mother.
Aleme writes of dendrites; I thought only I did that. Few do.
My hell is a Lake of Fire to him; this made me smile as I read his poetry.
He cautions others to be wary of long-distance love photos.
He appreciates the preceding generations which invented much.
“My friends say I’m debonair and gentle,” he says. Blaming them.
He has written thirteen books, six are poetry. One is an anthology.
He makes fun of the prissy high-brow Ethiopian list,
Which makes me think he secretly wants to be on there.
I do believe if anyone should be, it should probably be him.
He writes “I am so, so, interviewers hate me.”
This made me laugh, knowing his sense of humor now.
I had such a great time parading through his poetry.
Learning what a fantastic genuine, deeply caring poet Aleme is
Gammo, could have come from the same village
milked the same beasts before school
tired at our desks
Adolescents off to greece
make a fortune selling chinese junk
teats all past
Slim in designer jeans
fat into mid-life
villa with pool
Both with good income
a perchance for occasional rhyme
happy with a meaningless existence
Sunday boating on the Siene
Oh Aleme i heard the girls call
each to each
not a man overboard
curse of slapping surf to herd!
Mister Gammo so far from grief,
islands of difference, independence blest
Aegean mermaids his!
Pope of good luck
no lapsed believer
toasting vodka of bushfire
Whilst hero of tomorrow
oh unrisen aleme
womb fresh with solar
Turbines of a livable future,
dwells on nostalgia.
He can sketch the beauty of nature
the allure of the dandelion
that bravely tilts head skywards
to the refulgnet mistress sun
or the lilly pads so shy
trembling on water skin
with just a splashing of words
no hurry, nor haste he paints
scenes of vibrant hues
He is an artist mind reflective as water
receptive open to myriad beauties
of serenst blue horizons
religious knowledge he has too
and can etch with a few words religious imagery
his words lyrical glide soft as swans
on the serenest cool blue waters
words that spring and sing
for he is a dancer of words
Beyond Kübler-Ross five-stages of grief
You saw other colors of this floating leaf
In the air, on the river and time, in fire:
Aging line or death count gets higher.
Resilience at the other side of sadness,
Life after a loss: this carol of gladness,
As your hope got into the driver’s seat.
This lonely cat is walking in the street
With its green look and chosen speed:
Old solitude walks on the grass in need
To leave the house without motivation.
For possible world in new exploration:
You followed a magic lark from this park.
Also, you bought a dog and reset it to bark
If somebody else leaves the rich house,
More sleek than any granary gray mouse,
Blurred between different old missions,
Cold descriptions or guilty prescriptions,
Annoying pressures, revisited hypothesis
Instead of “acceptance” like a metropolis.
Truth, Who Are You?
By Poetess Salwa Naamani
When stars align upright
Your face shines bright
Foretelling Cupids’ delight
For meeting my eyes
Souls in fluttering tides
Desire flickers of fire
Spicing up their Heights
Infinite possibilities of mankind
the priestess and priest mandate festivity
Blue Ray Sigel from within arise
Activating the hidden sunrise
The sun embracing the night
Over the shores of delight
Waves of beams in delight
Dimensional missing of the Souls
What else is possible?
Truth Be Told
How can I be honest,
when I’ve already lied to myself?
I hide it behind closed doors,
putting the truth on the inconvenience shelf.
Smile like it’s the right thing to do,
yet inside you act, everything is fine.
Actions say we are in control,
while our heart is in a steady decline.
How can I hold it together?
The flame dwindles as time evaporates,
lying, I am fine, words spoken,
hide the destruction, of life, our fate.
Years have taken life out of control,
too many wounds, one wonders how to fix.
Messages hide their thoughts of love,
drawing happiness away, truth dies in the mix.
How does one patch what is broken?
come as you are, I tell my bleeding heart.
I need to tell you my true feelings,
so life will bridge Love, into our hearts.
The night befell with shadows
creaking sounds made hallows
by looking at the windows through the hole.
I looked in the far distance
just saw a ghost with amber stance
floating like gallows making me terrified by its shadow.
Never had the courage to go near
Even though I’m at a distance very far
I belge like a potato and screamed with a whistle blow.
Suddenly it starred so straight
Making me shiver in fright
Till now not able to forget what happened on the deadly night.
I don’t know till now it is a nightmare
All I did is to have a cold shower
just closed my eyes and slept in the bed till the morning dawn.
By Bhumika Shekwat,India
I may unconsciously sink
Or may bring so much to drink
But I’ll never choose you to date
I’m the one, the most cute
And you? A ripened fruit
The word pops up is just “hate”
You don’t belongs to any link
You just shrink and shrink
And I have a lot more to create
You insist me to be with you
Like the cap with bottle or some glue
But sorry, I don’t want to debate
Well, I have a brownish suit
And in it, you’ll surely look so cute
So, we have so much left to be made
Let me tell you the reason
Behind change in behavior like season
I wanted to see you in this shade
I just wanted you to wear it and try
But unfortunately you were too much shy
Forgive me now or leave me to regret
To Aleme Gammo,
by Krizly Bear, Oklahoma USA.
Wonderful minds from around the world
Some whom we’ll never know
Some places on earth no matter how hard you
Try, give you no room to grow
You can study all day and work all night
With barely a meal to eat
Get up when you fall but the powers that be
Keep knocking you off of your feet
Some manage to make it once in a while
When they get the chance to flee
Crossing the ocean to a new frontier
Where they can be what they knew they could be
Unfortunately most get left behind
To struggle with heartache and strife
Broken dreams are the hardest knowing that you
Never asked to be given this life
You keep pushing forward with passion and hope
And my friend you are long over due
After reading your bio these are my thoughts
I pray all your dreams will come true.