Betty Page New York Paint
Armenian Trace
The child's water
Sailing luxury
Strings off from sight of Italy
Calmed duration
Inlands islands
Cotton spokes
A cats residence
Before memory of the shop
Key Lime
Cookie Thins
And Coffee
The French jam sister of yours
Plays at reunions
With herself
Go bothered, Erin
It's her? The sister it gave you?
Yes Betty
Kevin, she watches "Will He Become Trollops"
In England!
Very Interupt, two should hide in one often
Persian
Phoenician
Armenian
Lebanese
worldly
lovely
my flattery needs fuel
one more glass of wine
grapes and olives building humanity
more beauty, my eyes crave it so
plus infinite wisdom
glasses full of merlot kisses
if a heart beats
it needs endless love
this woman taught me softness
of whom do I speak?
oh la la only the Egyptians knew
the love for your cat is eternal
Lord
What we only did
To the Native Indian
The Aboriginal
To the Jew
The Armenian
“Just wars”
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
So pick up your sword to kill
The truce of God
Shalt not be
No; here
In this holy war
Jihad
Lord
Master of Peace
Creator of life
Death has come
one's from japan
one's from ukraine
one is from turkey
two are from spain
one speaks portuguese
another korean
two speak mongolian
though none speak armenian
one likes thick coffee
another aromatic tea
one tokes up on a hookah
one fancies me
one's here on a visa
a second's an asylee
three are new immigrants
for them nothing's free
one was a surgeon
one a head nurse
a third was a physicist
here they'll do worse
one's here alone
two got divorced
three are now roomates
to split the rent, perforce
one gets splitting headaches
another the chills
a third is congested
so many are ill
one is quite homesick
one could care less
another's family disowned her
her life's a big mess
all are my students
so eager to learn
to improve their 'poor English'
~ there's money to earn
Note: The students all think, to a man/woman, that their English is "poor." It's not. International students are 'driven,' and in more than a few cases their English borders on excellent...At worst, it's functional...
Genocide
Happens more often than
we would like to think
The Holocaust, Rwanda, Cambodia
and the Armenian holocaust
to mention a few
Why can't we get along?
I realize that even as I write
these words
bombs are falling on civilians
and children
"When will they ever learn"
In The House Of Dengbej
Three sisters sit
Each in crimson velvet
And veiled hair.
Relate tales
Of interracial love.
Of Armenian Boys and Kurdish Gals.
This is a town of
Cobbled streets and redbrick houses of the ancient Lore.
Diyarbakir, Sur.
Fidus Achates: an Armenian gal and a Kurdish girl
Are no more. The ghosts of the Armenians; translucent
Still linger on the mud walls.
Poplar trees cast melancholy shadows
Over the last remaining residents
Mostly Kurdish
Soon to join the ghosts of the Armenians?
Still the guerrilla resistance continues.
Behind the soiled curtains of white lace.
Death is a banality. Blood spills on baked soil
Daily.
Freedom is a distant land to be conquered.
Wine making and relating tales of ancient lores
And the allure. Lured the youth to Sur.
The House of Dengbej in Sur.
Finest stories are spun like sugar
And spread from tongue to tongue.
* Sur was once a very cosmopolitan town with a harmonious community. It is now a town of bitter conflict between the Turks and Kurdish.
Out of the freezer
I bring the Christmas cookies
as my heart fills up with cheer~~~
The tree lights twinkle
Festivities are prolonged
My baby comes home tonight!
Eileen Manassian
In the early morning hours, I'm going to the airport to pick my daughter, Shereen Natalie Ghali. Due to her studies, she missed all 3 Christmases. Three? Yes..three. We celebrate the 25th, but the 6th of January (Armenian Christmas) and the 7th of January (Egyptian Christmas) are also important dates for our family. Still...Christmas wasn't quiet the same without my baby with me. We will have Christmas...all over again. :)
While he was puffing in *"Duduk"
Death plunges, fainted alone
In desolated deserts.
No lulling wind,
No amusing lightning,
Nor shading house,
Not even the ‘black weeping clouds'
Yearning, to his companionship
While he was puffing in *"Duduk"
Heart plunges and fainted,
Till the scent' melodies
Flowing into pale dry grass
__________________________
*Armenian musical instrument is one of the oldest double reed instruments in the world.
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
You Armenians who question my identity...
Who whisper behind my back and smirk
Considering me a half breed
Not pure
The child of a mixed marriage
You who refuse to speak to me
In your mother tongue
Because my words falter
And my accent is disgraceful
You who turn your back on me
Unwilling to ratify
My identity
Unable to include me
In your inner circle
Of the chosen purebreds
Be ashamed!!!
Yes, be ashamed and hang your heads
My identity is not based
On the language I speak
Nor the knowledge I know
Nor my appearance
Or customs I follow
Slash my wrists
Slash them both and see…
Let the blood flow
And mingle with the red
Of the blood of the martyrs
Splashed on the Armenian flag
See also the orange in my blood
Reflecting the color of the fertile land
That brings forth the nourishing wheat
See also the magnificent blue of my veins
Matching the blue of the flag
The color of the pure sky
That looks down and smiles
And blesses my beloved country
My motherland……
Armenia!
For Nathan A's Contest
She has such beautiful eyes,
That proclaimed romance
This stance
Is not enough to praise
Her profound beauty.
Bleeding from the open door,
Her tears are swiftly serenading
the rhythm of life.
With a gentle apparel,
And beauty so fine,
With age became sweeter
With time it blossomed ripe.
She has such beautiful eyes
That I can built a shrine
Of love to glorify her..
Written by an Armenian Poet
Shiraz
Translated by Ernest Badounts
Armenian Genocide
To The Memory of Those That
Perished
In 1915 Genocide committed
By Turkey
They killed the helpless
children,
Those pigs ,that ruled the world
with no compassion.
They murdered women and
innocent children,
The vultures of the world,
To kill the voice of hope
Injustice, Blood, Hate was their
Motto!!
Dark wolves hungry for blood.
Atrocious beasts that glanced
upon
like shadows
They killed our bodies,
But they can never kill our
souls.
Now Watch! We are united
with our undying spirit;
Who can destroy us?
Who can defy?
The righteous blood was spilled
upon the Mother Earth,
Earth screamed with birth of
pain.
Now you! Yes you!
I am here to remind you
That we still stand strong,
Unshakable in mighty God,
We laugh at you,
Mock you ;
You sons of destruction.
The Truth Must Be Told
The Truth that is Forgotten
Dog Gone Languages
All dogs bark except the Dingo
Humans think they know the lingo
But truth be told – reality
It’s a different sound in each country
In Arabic – hau-hau, how-how
Armenian – haf-haf
In Cantonese – wow-wow, wong-wong
Bulgarian – jaff-jaff
In English it’s arf-arf, bow-wow
In Malay it’s gong-gong
The Germans hear wuff-wuff, vow-vow
The Thais just hear hong-hong
I’d give you more but that’s enough
You need to know this other stuff
Dog barking has one common vice
A dog will always speak it twice
No matter how we hear the bark
Between two dogs it hits the mark
They seem to understand all others
Better than we do our brothers
Mdailey 11/28/12
They fell by the way...
The old
The sick
The famished
Discarded heaps of humanity.
They jumped to their deaths...
The beautiful
The young
The desirable
Preferring to die than be ravaged.
They marched on....
During the day
During the night
With no destiny in sight
Endlessly enduring...
The insults
The beatings
The rapes
The stench of death.
They bowed their heads...
Their blood soaked the ground
Their screams muffled
Their anguish stifled
Their hearts torn
Their hopes murdered.
They still march on...
Through the wilderness
Of our seared consciences
Ever searching
for a final resting place.
Their blood stll cries out...
For justice
For acknowledgement
For restoration
For healing.
The Armenian Genocide
Will NOT be forgotten...
By all Armenians
By me
By God!
HYPHENATED AMERICANS
You have the biggies like Chinese-Americans
And Latino-Americans and German-Americans;
And miniscule groups like Armenian-Americans
Or Bosnia-and-Herzegovinan-Americans;
But why do we never hear of English-Americans,
Scottish-Americans or Welsh-Americans?
Sound weird don’t they? Kinda unnecessary.
Anyone ever heard of Canadian-Americans?
Or Australian- or New Zealand- oh why?
And hey, what about French-Americans?
These are not hyphenated Americans
They are eliminated Americans,
And other groups include
Old people, who are Antiquated-Americans
Mothers - Unappreciated-Americans
Pre-1492 Yanks are Antedated-Americans
AFL-CIO are Aggregated-Americans
Dwarfs are Truncated-Americans
Smog-breathing residents of LA are
Asphyxiated- or Hyperventilated-Americans.
Thank God I’m normal, I’m just American.
sway armenian horde
your master,the ottaman
passes through your door
i wrote this to mark the anniversay of the ottaman/armenian war of 1915,today is the
marked anniversary.i believe this would be the view of maybe a young,swaggering ottaman
officer.
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