About Armenia (excerpts book of poems)

[bterzian]

partial excerpts from book
A Poetry Memoir: Poems for One and All in Many Lands
by Brenda Terzian

page 266 “Voices from the Past”
Take up your pen in your own hand
With your voice cause the world to stand
Let all never to forget the story
Let the truth always to be your glory...
page 264 “Armenia”
Lying along the Caucasus Mountains
Possessing sparkling water fountains
Between the Caspian and Black Sea
With Ararat Mountain so Godly
Is Armenia a special land
So fertile and so grand...
page 254 “Epic Passed On”
For Aram a history worthy to retell
How under injustice a good people fell
From a dying mother turning to her son
Reminder of a tragedy that was done
At the start of the 20th Century
The lash of an evil victory...
Page 36 “The Hero Haig”
From Armenian history throughout
All the generations
Few are as important as Haig
The Father of the Nation...
page 37 “Andranik Pasha”
He was said to have soared
Over the mountain ridge
To the people of Armenia
He was a mighty bridge...
Page 18 “The Spirit Triumphs”
Though there be unjust devastations
Ethnic cleansings because of identification
Even when feeling at the end of the rope
Deep within lives the powerful spirit of hope...
page 44 “Land of Buzzards”
They were to be lambs in the lion’s den
That was when the evil dragon came in
Spreading havoc and destruction within
Changing all the course of their lives therein...

[Thai-Samurai]

Here's a poem I wrote about Armenia;

Walking down the street to the Shaurma/Lahmajun bakery to buy some lahmajun.
Saw a guy threw a water bottle out into the street. It was a beautiful throw.
The shaurma workers know me and we got to talkin;
They work 15 hours a day 5 days a week, and barely make enough to live on.
The other day I was driving and some Mercedes pulled up behind me and honked, as If I'm supposed to get out of his way just because he honked at me.
Then one day some guy was driving in the opposite traffic lane to pass other cars, he was coming right at me so I honked. He honked back; hmm maybe I was the one doing something wrong?

[karoaper]

Here's a poem I wrote about Armenia;

Walking down the street to the Shaurma/Lahmajun bakery to buy some lahmajun.
Saw a guy threw a water bottle out into the street. It was a beautiful throw.
The shaurma workers know me and we got to talkin;
They work 15 hours a day 5 days a week, and barely make enough to live on.
The other day I was driving and some Mercedes pulled up behind me and honked, as If I'm supposed to get out of his way just because he honked at me.
Then one day some guy was driving in the opposite traffic lane to pass other cars, he was coming right at me so I honked. He honked back; hmm maybe I was the one doing something wrong?

That was beautiful Thai. Sniff Sniff.