Poems to The World

Lily Habesha
Posted September 17, 2020 from Ethiopia
Poems To The World
We should review our work what we offer to the world we live in.

She Is In Pain

A mother of many children  Strolling out there on that desiccated field She seems to be looking for a rock to hide The dissimilar claims of her offspring Send her out of her comfort zone She endeavors to gratify everyone Their need to be superior is so burly She loves and adores them evenly The light skinned thinks he’s enhanced The miniature complains about the plump The well-off criticizes the deprived The authoritative wants to slay the scrawny  She can’t direct or judge them any longer They are all administering their homes All of them forget her rules Nobody cares for his siblings Kindness and respect are forgotten Her children should be return To their mother's system soon Before the pain kills the old woman

Mulatwa Mosisa

   Book to buy

Someone is looking for a book store He calls himself a great reader He brags always as he’s a book lover

If he was a true reader How he walks by me faster? Why didn’t he picks me and looks at me closer?

I’m a book full of sorrow If he wants to cry until tomorrow I’m a book filled with mystery If he wants to read a detective story If he wants to smile or get angry I’m laughter and fury If he wants to be scared or tremble with fear I’m a wounded mother bear Why he wastes money and run to store His free book I am sitting here Throughout his days, staring at him He never read me, don’t listen to him

Mulatwa Mosisa

  Colors

I picked that pencil bag Which filled with crayons To give some beauty For my unfinished painting Of an old tree With many branches Stands in the middle of a field Covered by grass and Beautiful wild flowers Piles of dry leaves beneath it

I started coloring the trunk With dark brown, Some flowers with yellow, Many white flowers I colored their edges  With black crayon lightly, So that people can see The picture clearly...

I stared at the picture Before I finished it All the things on the picture Had roots in the soil They'd different shapes And different colors They came out of the earth They'll withered and will Lose colors and will be Part of the earth I asked myself : "Why should I colour Them differently,  While they're same originally?"

Mulatwa Mosisa

This story was submitted in response to From Poetry to Paintings .

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Jill Langhus
Sep 18
Sep 18

Lily!!!!

How are you doing, dear? Welcome back!!!

Thanks so much for sharing your three, little short, sweet stories with us:-) I love the descriptiveness of your work.

I hope you and your family are safe and well, dear.

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Lily Habesha
Sep 18
Sep 18

Good morning Jill,
My dear sister, to connect WP from here is not easy. Our net is poor or slow for some reason. My poems are not three, there is another post with 7 poems I guess. I wanted to post my painting and crafts, but couldn't make it. Internet problem.
Thank you for reading my poems and comment. You are always here any time I show up. You are a good sister.
Thank you and have a great weekend
Lily

Jill Langhus
Sep 19
Sep 19

Hello Lily:-)

That's too bad, dear. Oh, I see.

Hmm. Perhaps you can post your painting and crafts some other time. There's bound to be another story call.

You're welcome, dear. I try:-) Thank you! So, are you!!

You, too!

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Nini Mappo
Sep 18
Sep 18

Hello again Lily,
Your poems have incredible depth, discussing questions of bias, discrimination, diversity and mortality. These are all important questions to wrestle with, issue to address within ourselves and our communities if we are to grow our bickerings and the seeds of discord. May we mature enough to embrace each human being as whole and worthy, an image bearer of God, and cease with the biases, so that we can live our lives fully, knowing that as you say, "we'll one day all be part of the earth".

Thank you again, you have great insight into the workings of life.

Lily Habesha
Sep 18
Sep 18

Karibu
Oh Nini,
How generous you are!!! You read both posts, and you are deeply touched. Living in our time is heart breaking. Our responsibility is just to do what we can. We should contribute to bring a change. If it is small or big, it is just a change. In every opportunity, we should raise our voices. Concerning our inviroment, nation's, DBV or neglected old people, we should stand for them.
Thank you dear,
Lily

Hello, Lily,

Welcome back to World Pulse, dear! Oh, we missed you! How are you doing? It's great to read from you again. It's nice that you are writing poetry, too.

I would like to ask by what you mean, "You are called Moses" three times. Please enlighten me.