Poet and Writer
  • Poet and Writer;Senior Compensation,Labor Relation, and Performance Officer;HR;HRD,AND OD SPECIALIST. በ Addis Ababa
  • የሚኖሩበት ቦታ addis ababa
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  • ያጠኑት MA በ Addis Ababa University
    ክፍል 2012-2015
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  • የሚከተልዎት 15 ሰዎች
ቋንቋውን ይቀይሩ
Amharic - ቋንቋውን ይቀይሩ
የቅርብ ጊዜ ዝማኔዎች
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  • SMILE MAKES YOU BRIGHT; MAKES YOU HAPPY; THE ACTION OF MUSCLES, THEY MIGHT MAKE YOU SAPPY. THE SMILE OF THE MONALISA, PARTICULARLY NOT REMARKED UNTIL; EUROPEAN ROMANTICISM STAMPED THE PAINTING INTELLECTUAL. DECORUM, DESIRE, MIRTH, WISDOM AND DECEIT BY CATEGORY; SMILE IS A MEDICATION EVEN IF YOU ARE IN MELANCHOLY. PERSONS SMILE FOR DOTING SOME TIMES FOR HATE; SMILE OF OURS FACE IN HIDDEN HAS SECRET. INFANTS AS OLD AS FOUR MONTHS MIGHT CHEER PARENTS; TENDON AND BONE ALONG WITH, PHYSIOLOGICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL ASPECTS. MESSAGE OF THE MOOD, SMILE HAS A DOMINANT MODE OF PERCEPTION, WHILE WE IGNORE SOMETHING AND WHILE WE GET IN CONFUSION. (Alemseged Sisay’s Poetry) Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
    SMILE MAKES YOU BRIGHT; MAKES YOU HAPPY; THE ACTION OF MUSCLES, THEY MIGHT MAKE YOU SAPPY. THE SMILE OF THE MONALISA, PARTICULARLY NOT REMARKED UNTIL; EUROPEAN ROMANTICISM STAMPED THE PAINTING INTELLECTUAL. DECORUM, DESIRE, MIRTH, WISDOM AND DECEIT BY CATEGORY; SMILE IS A MEDICATION EVEN IF YOU ARE IN MELANCHOLY. PERSONS SMILE FOR DOTING SOME TIMES FOR HATE; SMILE OF OURS FACE IN HIDDEN HAS SECRET. INFANTS AS OLD AS FOUR MONTHS MIGHT CHEER PARENTS; TENDON AND BONE ALONG WITH, PHYSIOLOGICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL ASPECTS. MESSAGE OF THE MOOD, SMILE HAS A DOMINANT MODE OF PERCEPTION, WHILE WE IGNORE SOMETHING AND WHILE WE GET IN CONFUSION. (Alemseged Sisay’s Poetry) Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
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  • WHO ARE WE? We are unsatisfied men and women; Still now sozzled by poetic wine. Versified with God’s word; Investigated by satan’s deed; Protected by heavenly sword. We are flows of inheritance; And an outcome of love and averse. A result of inception of art; A revolution by paradigm shift. We are transitions!... from past to next generations! Victorious on human abominations. With full spirits of love and nature; With a vision to see afar; from Wisdom of our father. We are passengers! On a vast road to win; Which has many destinations? To reach at the heavenly place; In God’s grace! We are flowers to bloom; With thorns and charm. With moral to touch due; From God’s Virtue. With enthusiasm from his reward; We have a journey on that vast road. But we can fail, cause of alternations; While we reach around the alley destinations. The gate of the one way whispers to give; By changing the stone to bread while we strive. The entrance of the other way shadows on the gloomed light; Unless otherwise we eat from it. It tells to us as we can not pass as owl; As it dies from the sky, and fail. The other end terrifies us by his sword; In its laager as death prowled. But we ought to hero and brave; To be safe and to survive. From the wrong passage of our life; Albeit we are in hunger, thirst, and not safe; All alternatives cannot lead to destination; But knowledge is a weapon. Trust is a key; In the home of Almighty. To confront with barriers; To fight with satan’s warriors. To have victory on human abomination; We shall think before we get in; In to our destination! There are fountain of love and admire; Winners will live together. There is no discrimination; To flowers of God’s children; Black, white, Latin, North American; Red Indians, White, African. In the hidden heavenly palace of Almighty; All are beautiful, no one is there ugly. From our trust and knowledge; We have to find the alley passage. We may believe in science; Or we may say that there is no hidden place. From knowledge of Paleontologists; From philosophers, archaeologists. We may reject the veracity of Eva and Adam; To say whether Australopithecus or Lucy is our mom. Instead of Eva, the first woman; We may be in dilemma by saying who win? By counting millions of years behind us; By hypothesizing dinosaurs; Apes and Monkeys in our history uproar. Defending the Alchemies of person; Before the biological evolution; By saying there had had millions of years of chemical evolution. Before this universe, the moon, the sun, the earth; There was the power breath. We are just humans of a result of God’s art; To see in his light; with perceptions to judge realities and abstract; In his spirit to delight. And finally to rest; While it comes, the Mort. Yeah, we are swimmer in our thought hadal; Some time we ride on our phantasm saddle; Then we have zany paean; Why we fly on our fictions air plane. While we transport on our imagination yacht; With our characters to delight. On the pellucid sky; We see the star some times the galaxy. while Storms of dark clouds hide the crest; Thunder sparks on the earth; Our imagination will go beneath. Our lung punts the breath. Our ego enters in to conflict; Our pen nib starts to flight; To pacify our heart bit. Yeah, we passengers! On the imagined place runners. On the phantasm of our dream players. On paper field of our creatures investigators; Via pen nib beautiful history writers; From nostalgia tellers; From our knowledge teachers; From other writings learners. We are beautifully shaped persons! From our senses and spirits of love; We are owner of our imagined alcove. In fictions history pages building; We have home for sleeping; We have families from starting; We are alive while reading; And we are memory at the end. They will breath in our manuscripts; They may grow if they have fates. While others visit them; They will start to bloom. Then we reminisce all; Within us they won’t fail. Who are we now? We see and sow We reap from our seeds; Whether they are hated or beloved; Once they are created. We are always slaked for them; For love and wisdom. Who are we now? Let’s say together, We are poets and writers!! Yeah, we are bards; Like dove like birds. To build our world; We float on our mood. To find meaning from our ego; To reminisce from years ago. As birds used to build their nests; Our mind makes many flights. As they tighten their wall; We tights stanzas and strophes well; As they snog with their couples. We delight with smooching rhymes; Then we complete versified poems. We are lorn bards, and writers; To love nature and to teach others; Who are we? Let’s say it together; We are poets and writers!! ( Alemseged Sisay Woldemariam’s Poetry) Written 22/09/2019 G.C , Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
    WHO ARE WE? We are unsatisfied men and women; Still now sozzled by poetic wine. Versified with God’s word; Investigated by satan’s deed; Protected by heavenly sword. We are flows of inheritance; And an outcome of love and averse. A result of inception of art; A revolution by paradigm shift. We are transitions!... from past to next generations! Victorious on human abominations. With full spirits of love and nature; With a vision to see afar; from Wisdom of our father. We are passengers! On a vast road to win; Which has many destinations? To reach at the heavenly place; In God’s grace! We are flowers to bloom; With thorns and charm. With moral to touch due; From God’s Virtue. With enthusiasm from his reward; We have a journey on that vast road. But we can fail, cause of alternations; While we reach around the alley destinations. The gate of the one way whispers to give; By changing the stone to bread while we strive. The entrance of the other way shadows on the gloomed light; Unless otherwise we eat from it. It tells to us as we can not pass as owl; As it dies from the sky, and fail. The other end terrifies us by his sword; In its laager as death prowled. But we ought to hero and brave; To be safe and to survive. From the wrong passage of our life; Albeit we are in hunger, thirst, and not safe; All alternatives cannot lead to destination; But knowledge is a weapon. Trust is a key; In the home of Almighty. To confront with barriers; To fight with satan’s warriors. To have victory on human abomination; We shall think before we get in; In to our destination! There are fountain of love and admire; Winners will live together. There is no discrimination; To flowers of God’s children; Black, white, Latin, North American; Red Indians, White, African. In the hidden heavenly palace of Almighty; All are beautiful, no one is there ugly. From our trust and knowledge; We have to find the alley passage. We may believe in science; Or we may say that there is no hidden place. From knowledge of Paleontologists; From philosophers, archaeologists. We may reject the veracity of Eva and Adam; To say whether Australopithecus or Lucy is our mom. Instead of Eva, the first woman; We may be in dilemma by saying who win? By counting millions of years behind us; By hypothesizing dinosaurs; Apes and Monkeys in our history uproar. Defending the Alchemies of person; Before the biological evolution; By saying there had had millions of years of chemical evolution. Before this universe, the moon, the sun, the earth; There was the power breath. We are just humans of a result of God’s art; To see in his light; with perceptions to judge realities and abstract; In his spirit to delight. And finally to rest; While it comes, the Mort. Yeah, we are swimmer in our thought hadal; Some time we ride on our phantasm saddle; Then we have zany paean; Why we fly on our fictions air plane. While we transport on our imagination yacht; With our characters to delight. On the pellucid sky; We see the star some times the galaxy. while Storms of dark clouds hide the crest; Thunder sparks on the earth; Our imagination will go beneath. Our lung punts the breath. Our ego enters in to conflict; Our pen nib starts to flight; To pacify our heart bit. Yeah, we passengers! On the imagined place runners. On the phantasm of our dream players. On paper field of our creatures investigators; Via pen nib beautiful history writers; From nostalgia tellers; From our knowledge teachers; From other writings learners. We are beautifully shaped persons! From our senses and spirits of love; We are owner of our imagined alcove. In fictions history pages building; We have home for sleeping; We have families from starting; We are alive while reading; And we are memory at the end. They will breath in our manuscripts; They may grow if they have fates. While others visit them; They will start to bloom. Then we reminisce all; Within us they won’t fail. Who are we now? We see and sow We reap from our seeds; Whether they are hated or beloved; Once they are created. We are always slaked for them; For love and wisdom. Who are we now? Let’s say together, We are poets and writers!! Yeah, we are bards; Like dove like birds. To build our world; We float on our mood. To find meaning from our ego; To reminisce from years ago. As birds used to build their nests; Our mind makes many flights. As they tighten their wall; We tights stanzas and strophes well; As they snog with their couples. We delight with smooching rhymes; Then we complete versified poems. We are lorn bards, and writers; To love nature and to teach others; Who are we? Let’s say it together; We are poets and writers!! ( Alemseged Sisay Woldemariam’s Poetry) Written 22/09/2019 G.C , Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
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How to Use Phonetic Keyboard - See example below

Use combinations of english letter constants and vowels to form the amharic pronounciation. Note the use of upper case E and W to write "ሜ" and "ሟ", respectively. Press Esc to toggle writing between English and Amharic Keyboard. See the example table below to form the "መ" variations.

 euiaE oW
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How to Use Amharic BHN Keyboard - See example below

When you click one of the root characters, all the variations will show up on the keyboard. You can then type the variation you want.