Mike Youssefian


Dear Friends,

I am presenting to you my website for your information and enjoyment.

My autobiography, family pictures, videos and articles will let you know who I am and what I cherish in my life.

I am sharing some of my favorite videos from religious, Armenian, classical, international, Lebanese, and Jewish music.

I have added links of Armenian poetry, Armenian Christian songs and classical music stations that are meaningful to me.

I have also included some of my own poems in English and articles in Armenian. 

Don't hesitate to write your comments. I appreciate them all.

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Posted on February 2, 2014 at 11:30 AM Comments comments (0)

Hiding their tiny faces from the world

Are the blue violets on the soil.

The spring is playing with the sun,

Painting a warm smile on their lips.

There is no envy in their heart,

The lilies, the roses with proud heads

Are looking down to see in their shade

The blue eyes of the humble violets.

Violets, the teachers of mankind,

Who don’t shout, never hate their equal,

Never stab their friends from the back,

Never shut the door of their house

To their friend, wounded in fight of life.

They are kind, they are pure and are blessed,

The blue heart and dainty violets.



Posted on January 31, 2014 at 11:45 PM Comments comments (0)

Let wishful dreams drop on you,

From the land of the fairies.

Let your cradle rock tonight

With lullaby of angels.


My lovely and pretty baby

The shining light of my heart,

The music of your presence

Is the morning of my life.


Close your blue and pearly eyes,

Fold your tiny hands to pray

In the silence and in peace,

Listen the blessings of God.


Today I seat on my chair

Of million worries and stress,

To see your innocent smile

And be an old child again.



Posted on January 30, 2014 at 10:15 AM Comments comments (0)

It is gold sunshine today,

No storm, no clouds in the sky,

The hills are dancing with trees

The flowers are full of bees.

God has opened wide and deep

The windows of His heaven,

Showering down happiness,

The joy of life untarnished,

The smile in beautiful eyes,

The song of love on the lips.

So many angels around.

I don’t know how to absorb

All this immeasurable gift,

Filling my often blind heart ,

Letting me float in the air

And anoint me like a king.



Posted on January 27, 2014 at 10:20 AM Comments comments (0)

In the loneliness of the night

I hear the beats of my heart.

I see the old moon looking down

With drops of tears in her eyes.

I want to kill the black darkness

That is visiting my soul

And stealing all what is left

From the bright days of the past.

All the birds that sang yesterday,

Have left their nests and are gone.

All the loves lingering above

Have disappeared in the clouds.

I am left an orphan to beg

A soul mate to fill the empty,

The solitude and distress

And bring happiness again

To this silent and dark night.




Posted on January 24, 2014 at 11:25 AM Comments comments (0)

Woman leaning a walnut tree

Looks at the ashes of her house.

It was only two days ago

She hang pictures on the walls,

She put three candles of the birthday

Of the baby full of life

On the velvet covered table

With the goodies and cold drinks.

She called music and happiness

To fill the rooms and the souls

Of the family and friends.

Today there are only the ghosts

Sitting in the torched armchairs

And laughing loud and cynical

The loss of hopes and the joys

Of beautiful past years,

Where the pictures of memories

Would make them rich every day,

Would bridge the past and future

Keep the old folks always young,

If forest fire quenched that day.



Posted on January 19, 2014 at 3:10 AM Comments comments (0)

In the darkness of the night,

I can count the city lights.

Those lights are the wide windows

Of the rooms where people live.

People listen to soft music,

People do dance with the beats.

In the cold or the warm beds,

People make love and they dream.

They count the gain of the day,

They cry the loss of their dear,

They eat and drink with a toast,

Or they smoke manly cigars.

These eyes of light in the dark

Keep their kind of human life.

I can see them, they see me,

All in the yellow scroll of time.



Posted on January 14, 2014 at 11:00 AM Comments comments (0)

I am dreaming today

To sit on the clouds up high

And listen the sacred music

With harps, lyres and trumpets

From the cathedral above.

The choir of million angels

Singing heavenly chorus,

Giving full praise to the King

Who owns the eternal throne.

There is pure light everywhere,

Washing the souls of mortals,

All the stars of universe

With their wide sparkling eyes

Are decorating the trees

Of the majestic forest.

I am amazed and wondered

Of the miracle of Life,

That rains today from the skies

And turns my soul richly blessed.



Posted on January 7, 2014 at 10:05 AM Comments comments (0)


We celebrated today

The Armenian Christmas.

There were no caroling girls,

No white angels in the sky.

Like all the sad and cold evenings,

We turned off lights on the tree

And sat silent to call old days

Of our colorful childhood.

To call shiny smile of mother

And the father’s sincere love,

All siblings playing on the floor,

Tables full of roasted chestnuts

And the radio melodies.

We wish those days to visit us

And warm our cold hearts once more

And fill our nights with sweet dreams.



Posted on January 1, 2014 at 10:30 AM Comments comments (0)


It is the last day of the year,

Thirty-one, the number today,

A number in group of numbers

That some mortals found to count

The multitude of the bright stars

And the length of the rainbow.

The Egyptians, the Assyrians,

Some bearded men in the deserts,

Collected them to leave a print

On white pages of history.

Today, I hate all those numbers

And wait alone to count my life

And see the finality of days,

That are sometimes full of pure joy

And then others are sad as death.

I am mourning now these old year,

That was full of black and white days,

Days with vanishing memories

And the numbers all wet with tears.



Posted on December 22, 2013 at 9:45 AM Comments comments (1)

The designer of universe,

Is resident of a manger.

The atmosphere is full of love.

Immensity of divine light

Has visited our darkest land,

Where the music and the lilies

Float in the space of the stars.

There is the beauty of Mary,

And multitude of white angels,

That open the doors of heaven

To make us rich, us the mortals.

Humility and compassion

Brought the Babe to cry and die

And elevate the human kind

To the mansions above the skies.

Today I kneel and hold His hands,

Cherish the smile in His blue eyes

And dedicate my broken life

To Him, to His sacred service.