Goodbye filthy Russia – a country of tyrants Country of fear and cold hearts The land that stuck in the mid of ages Hating future,
It Always Will Be Ukraine
A nation reborn through blood and blisters With sharp words of truth and metal shields Golden fields of grains gently whisper Victory is ours, Victory
The Earthy Smell After the Rainstorm
A sound of a thunder. Clouds puffed out into an angry gray July’s sky opened in wonder Freeing cool droplets of rain. It feels as
You Were My Glowing Star
You were my glowing star, always mysterious and pleasing seemed close, seemed nearby, yet far away yet distant and like spring clouds – inconsistent. The
Time is a Thief With a Painter’s Brush
Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never
100 Days
100 days of fierce fighting For sovereignty Freedom and peace 100 days in incessant fear Nightly prayers that bloodshed would cease. 100 days- she stands
A Troubled World
Is it too much to wish for peace? For the world without violence We have become excessively obese With bigotry, with hate, with idleness. This
Price for Freedom
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My soul is filled with poison of the world
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Rushed to the Last Train
Fresh snow on roads – On frozen puddles of yesterday’s rain. Past, present, and future packed in one suitcase Can this be real? Did the
Hundred Souls with One Scythe
It has been a month of violence Unfair, unkind, unjust The world is watching like eighty years ago Lives dissipate into dust. It has been
To Moskal
Oh Moskal comrades, how much I wish You could get out of the darkness you’re in Trapped in one man’s tunnel vision A daily portion
I Stand
I stand Protect you from the shelling Shot in the back made me numb I stand Bam, bam bullets propelling Look what the world has
Putler Kaput
A shortsighted bastard possessed by egoPossessed by fury and hate‘War makes right’ is the tyrant’s credoPutler- will be engraved on your slate.Your life is dark
Light Comes After Dark
Five nights of terror Rockets and bombs Five nights in a bunker Stillness and calm. A mother holds a child, hope in her eyes Hides
For the Love of His County
Dear readers, please sign a petition for NATO to close the airspace over Ukraine. Your signature can make a difference. Don’t be a Bystander. THANK
To Angel of Maidan
Peaceful morning dawn shook by terror A missile from the sky brought morning rain A woman becomes a gun bearer For sovereignty and freedom to
National Anthem of Ukraine
Ще не вмерли України ні Слава ні Воля Ще не вмерла України і слава, і воля, Ще нам, браття молодії, усміхнеться доля. Згинуть наші воріженьки,
A Political Albatross
In full repertoire, the Russian bear Well-trained by West to swing and sway Hand on nuclear warheads. Who could dare? Trapped in a bear hug,
She Stands Strong, My Dear Sunflower
Stalin’s song plays balalaika Sick obsession with communal state Cycles of oppression and lashing out A gun in a face, an invitation to fate. The
In the end, we all become a story
To you, who aided the demise of my life Fragmented and depressed my existence You caused calamity and strife Bestirred a beast in me with
Grateful
You didn’t heal me because of my great faith We both know – my faith is always shaky. You touched my weakened soul when I
There is no future you can build on someone’s tears
There is no future you can build On someone’s tears There is no happiness you’ll find When you stub others from behind. The pain induced
little Miracle
I have been hurt too many times Been questioning my being. Until you came along, my love Opened my eyes, brought life and meaning. The
I Come to You at the Eleventh Hour
I come to you at the eleventh hour ‘Cause you are my last resort. Ashamed ’cause I know that you have the most power Yet,
Jamaican Farewell
This poem was inspired by Ananda Only and his story about his beloved brother. https://anandaonly.in/2017/08/28/there-are-always-songs-to-sing/ Your spirit is in my heart forever, Even on days
Happy Easter, Happy Spring
Dear readers, Happy Easter to those that celebrate this day. For those of you that have different celebrations – Happy Spring. Either way, Easter is
My ChapBook
Hello all, I am happy to share that my poetry selection was published in a chapbook and is available on Amazon/Barnes &Noble. I genuinely hope
Oh Dear Lord, Hear Me Out
Oh dear Lord, hear me out Today, like no other day, I feel so lost. Like empty vase waiting for flowers Because the flowers got
Dream Where Life Begins
(To my kiddo) I can’t tell you who you are to be One thing I know for sure, Is that you must DREAM. Dream and
Not Afraid, But Free
I come to you in search for answers My heart, my body aches. There are no words to describe the flatness I feel inside my
Tegaru (The People of Tirgay)
Over hundred days of burning fires As though hell broke through my Tigray. Who is to blame? Has the government conspired? Is this an ethnic
Yeakel (Enough)
Somewhere in the dry land of Tigray, Between Tekeze and Gash rivers, A teenage girl screams in fear, Young body, young soul is torn like
Searching for a Turning point
A global pandemic, economic collapse A civil unrest has galvanized us. Questioning science causes turmoil, Searching for a turning point. Career politicians put our
Don’t Stand in a Shade
In the last few days, I had a spirited texting with a dear friend. Topic? Politics, of course. JSA, this is for you.
Fear of Your Eyes
I haven’t seen you for some time, and I have no desire. The time has quickly passed us by, like current passes through a wire.
I’ve got a crush
I’ve got a crush The heart is racing hundred miles per hour when you pass by. Flushed cheeks without a reason when you are by
Silhouette of Sunset
Magic of sunset takes my breath away. The golden brims are so magnetic, The dim glimmering light makes me hopeful and poetic. The faint light
Politically Poetic 