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CHAIN SONNET

Q: What is a Chain Sonnet

A: A chain sonnet is a sonnet form that contains not just one sonnet but several sonnets (at least two) with the same final verse couplet. The couplet serves as the link. Each sonnet in the chain is in itself a complete sonnet but together they deal with same subject matter.

The Chain Sonnet is an African invention-adaptation of the Sonnet tradition (because I invented it as an African) I also call my sonnets African Sonnets because the way we speak English in Africa it will be difficult to match our word stresses with that of the United Kingdom or United States of America. Therefore although I still utilise the ten meter beat for each line, the beats are not iambic.

LOST INNOCENCE

PART 1

CREATION OF MAN

(God)
In his thoughts the being of all forms of life
Racing thoughts… his creative prowess flee
The decrees of contentious battle-strife
Thrust into the atmosphere’s fertile sea

(Creatures)
Eloquence speaks and lovely creatures form
Silence hides beneath the watery strongholds
While above the loquacious raging storm
Brings to birth prototypical life moulds

(Man)
An eastern wind blows on the earth’s surface
Leaving in its brief wake a form called man
The north wind brings breath to his lifeless face
Adamic nomenclature thus began

(Lament)
Eve, Eve mother of all what has thou done?
Guilty waves swell and innocence has gone!

2:10 am 1st February 2000

PART 2

CREATION OF EVE

(God)
In man the Almighty reverberates
By his breath, man became a living soul
And the glory of the Lord celebrates
In Adam’s enigmatic hyperbole

(Adam)
By himself, man could not reproduce life
“It is not good for man to be alone”
But under the Eternal Surgeon’s knife
A rib removed, becomes a semi clone

(Eve)
Suddenly, like a flower’s emergence
Blooms forth from the belly of the dark night
Eve from Adam broke free of submergence
To bask in the bright sunshine of daylight

(Lament)
Eve, Eve mother of all what has thou done?
Guilty waves swell and innocence has gone!

2:27pm 1st February 2000

PART 3

EVE MEETS THE SERPENT

(The Serpent)
A smooth kaleidoscopic symphony
Plexus myriad of colours radiates
In choreographic movement synchrony
An uncommon beauty, which fascinates

(Eve)
Prepubescent nascent maturity
Nudity…virginal and innocent
Softly speaking of untouched purity
Harbours endearing natural accent

(The Nexus)
Slippery, slithery and very subtle
The serpent invades her innocent mind
Subjugating her innocuous mettle
Holding her in a captivating bind

(Lament)
Eve, Eve mother of all what has thou done?
Guilty waves swell and innocence has gone!

30th January 2000

PART 4

SEDUCTION OF EVE

(Alteration)
Up close and personal, eyeball to eyeball
The serpent drains her essential substance
By substrusive capture without a brawl
Altering her consciousness in an instance

(Loosening)
A thing, an act to which she was averse
But suddenly in her heart desire swells
Emotive gears are thrown into reverse
Letting loose water from her deep spring wells

(Ecstasy?)
“The fruit is surely good for food,” she says
“Certainly pleasant to the eyes,” she moans
Sensations from body to soul relays…
As the serpentine creature in her groans

(Lament)
Eve, Eve mother of all what has thou done?
Guilty waves swell and innocence has gone!

5:00pm 31st January 2000

PART 5

A NEW EVE

(Body)
A new bodily feature undulates
Supreme curvature hyperbolism
Laced with fragrant and visual accentuates
Richly dressed in subtle symbolism

(Soul)
Her furnace stokes of a burning desire
Inducing graceful serpentine motions
Speaking volumes of subterranean fire
In the dungeons of subconscious notions

(Spirit)
A startling new spirituality sighs
Like the first yawning of a breaking dawn
In her new morning wake emergence lies
Wide-eyed like a fallow deer’s new born fawn

(Lament)
Eve, Eve mother of all what has thou done?
Guilty waves swell and innocence has gone!

5:25pm 31st January 2000

PART 6

ADAM AND EVE

THE LAND OF CARNAL CRUDITY

(Adam)
Adam roamed free in his garden domain
Painting his person in the atmosphere
Establishing his kingdom and terrain
In the strength of his sceptre’s fiery fare

(Eve)
Eve loosened by her serpentine colours
Presented a panoramic concept
Permitting a variety of detours
From the path of the eternal precept

(The Nexus)
Adam in the embrace of Eve’s fresh form
Enticed by her alluring nudity
The currents of her strange passions transform…
All to the land of carnal crudity

(Lament)
Eve, Eve mother of all what has thou done?
Guilty waves swell and innocence has gone!

1:38am 2nd of February 2000

PART 7

INNOCENCE HAS GONE

(Two Birds)
Guilt’s wings spread like a shadow overcast
Innocence wings spread ready to take flight
Birds of plumaged in opposition cast
One of the day, the other of the night

(Weeping)
Innocence weeps for days of old gone by
When she was supreme in all men’s affairs
Her scepter’s reign waves a tearful goodbye
Even as guilt’s strides gain arrogant airs

(Goodbye)
Hypoglycemia berths at harbour’s dock
On the coastline of humanity’s range
Strength is gone in the frame of ticking clock
Time flies and innocence becomes so strange

(Lament)
Eve, Eve mother of all what has thou done?
Guilty waves swell and innocence has gone!

10:13am 2nd of February 2000

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 03 Sep 2008 @ 5:38 AM 

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OLUJARE OKE

EPIPHANY

PART 1

I WANT FREEDOM

Groaning in the belly of the dark dungeon
Wallowing with other souls under the dragon’s yoke
Weeping for the lost kingdom of yesteryears
When we roamed free in sunlit days

I look up to see no rainbow in the sky
To the horizon my two eyes roam to and fro
There is no flushing of blooming meadows
I painfully resign to this palace of doom

I wonder about the veracity of time travel
To be able to transverse zonal dimensions
Breaking down rigid barriers of steel
To escape the oppression of this darkness
I traveled through time to get here
This penitentiary of a hopeless dawn
Where sun rays are smouldered and quenched
So that draconian ideals may reign supreme

My conscience has been imprisoned
The keys to his cell cannot be found
I remain locked up in this desolate bunker
Where roaches feed on my brains festering wounds

Part 2

VISIONS FROM ABOVE

I sat in the region of darkness
Swimming in an abyss of slime
Senses beclouded and lost
In a place called Golgotha

Suddenly a door way appear
A staircase to the stars
Angels descending from above
And ascending back again

I saw visions of heavenly glory
Colours of myriad consternation
Beauty of the face of God
Shinning upon my countenance

I am sustained in his love
Covered with his splendour
Oh what a resplendent brightness
In expressible in mere words

Transposed in to Benjamin’s Chamber
In the ruling house of Judah
Where the sceptre departs not
El-Gibbor’s throne room of grace

Magnify him in his magnificence
Exalt the high and Lofty One
Who dwells in the heights of Zion
In the midst of the great congregation

The nimbus and the aureole
Do no justice to your majesty
Indescribable are you Lord
Excellent beyond comprehension

AN ODYSSEY WITH DEATH
(A HANDSHAKE WITH DEATH)

(A HAND FROM HELL)
A cruel mercilessly cold hand
Clutched at the boy’s heart
At the dawning of his birth
Drawing him behind the curtain of life

Tetralogy of the fallot…
That was the diagnosis
As joy of birth turned to despair
In a grief stricken moment

(WILL HE DIE)
We all merged into his life…
Battling and struggling through
As sunlit days became darkened
By the looming presence of death

Hope hung precariously on a thread
Threading softly near the abyss
The cold dark and bleak void
That envelopes all man’s expectation

(PORTAL OF HOPE)
Helpless but hopeful
All turned to the place of prayer
The cloak room of fortitude
To seek the GOVERNOR’s consent

The boy bravely soldiered on…
In the Spirit of us all
As doctors cut open his cardiac
Carefully suturing and mending

(MIRACLE)
Out of his dying embers
A spark ignited a flame
And the miracle of faith
Stoked the furnace of life

The boy shook hands with death
And bid the sentinel of life…
Farewell, Adios, Bye-bye, O dabo
Until the time of the evening sunset

(MILLENNIUM)
As the sentinel lingers…
The boy turned away to face
The sunshine of a breaking dawn
In his eyes the rays of a new millennium

1:14 am Sunday 9th of January 2000

RAISED FROM THE DEAD
(GOD IS JUSTIFIED-OLUJARE)

(THE INJURY)
Caught in a cross fire of frailty
He was shot in the fallot
Developing a cardiac injury
A slow descent to the grave began

(THE BOY)
He was born in a little town
Remote somewhere in Ireland
But drew the ire of death so soon
And the dark angel was PETULANT

(THE ANGEL)
Peevishly impatient and impudent
The angel wanted his prize
The little boy’s yet short-lived life
Spreading gloom he loomed

(HEROD OF HELL)
The Herod of hell held on…
Awaiting a fait accompli report
Of the sunset of an unrisen sun
Snuffed out like a candle in the wind

(LAMENTATION)
Who saw the boy’s star?
Who informed hell of his birth?
Sorrow was feed to his heart
His mother felt the gnawing pain

(DELIVERANCE)
Then a strong and resolute hand
Was held out form heaven’s throne
“Loose him and let him go”
Thundered the voice of Love

(PROPHECY)
Who has believed our report?
To whom is the Lord’s arm revealed?
He shall grow up before the Lord
Tenderly, a root plant out of dry ground!

11:30am Sunday 9th January 2000

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 03 Sep 2008 @ 5:29 AM 

HUMANITY DIES

PART 1
WHY ARE WE SO RAW

Why are we so raw?
Always going to war
Against your fellow man
Evil deeds you plan

There is so much hate
It can fill a bottomless pit
One with whom you ate
You kill in an angry fit

Are we so demented
Not feeling tormented
By the sight of carnage
The product of our rage

Look at Sarajevo
Rwanda and Kosovo
Slaughter incorporated
By a race so demented

Sorrow tears my soul
Hitler has risen again
Ready to play his role
Just like the first Cain

PART2
WHO IS HITLER?

Who is this Hitler?
He’s a principle of evil
The prototypical killer
The son of the devil

Hitler enslaved Africa
Decimated Indians in America
Destabilised all Europe
A destroyer of human hope

Hitler is wicked ambition
Greed and avarice
He is discrimination
Cause of social jaundice

The first Hitler was Cain
Blood thirsty to his vein
Killed his brother in rage
Thus setting up the stage

War, war and more war
Raw, raw and so raw
War has crippled man
And destroyed his whole clan

PART3
HITLERIAN WORLD
(WAR, WAR AND MORE WAR)

Diseases in divers places
Starvation all around
Affects the various races
How does the world respond?

War, war and more war
Raw, raw…and so raw
Stockpiling weapons of war
In order to fight more war

AIDS has killed many
Cancer still abounds
Medicine begs for a penny
How does the world respond?

War, war and more war
Raw, raw…and so raw
Stockpiling weapons of war
In order to fight more war

The environment is dying
We stand on mournful ground
Most people are crying
How does the world respond?

War, war and more war
Raw, raw…and so raw
Stockpiling weapons of war
In order to fight more war

Children learn to kill
Like the killer hound
Others learn to steal
How does the world respond?

War, war and more war
Raw, raw…and so raw
Stockpiling weapons of war
In order to fight more war

This is such a shame
Problems all around
Yet help is so lame
How does the world respond?

War, war and more war
Raw, raw…and so raw
Stockpiling weapons of war
In order to fight more war

PART 4
WHERE IS OUR HUMANITY?

Love your next door neighbour
Be your brother’s keeper
Live a life of candour
Commands our heavenly father

We are made in his likeness
To reflect his glory
But we have lost our greatness
And become so gory

We have all gone astray
Falling out of the WAY
Helping not the needy
We have become so greedy

Where is our humanity?
Milk of human kindness
Where is our divinity?
Godliness and goodness

We’ve become like criminals
Preying like animals
Humanity has lost her life
Stabbed with Hitler’s Knife

PART 5
MY BEST FRIEND IS NAUGHT

What a tragic shame
Says I the town crier
I do now proclaim
The warring man a liar

He kills for nobility
Yet murder is ignoble
He claim it is necessity
To make his domain stable

Now my soul is sorrowful
My best friend is naught
I have been such a fool
Because I knew it not

Her name is humanity
Milk of human kindness
She gave us divinity
Godliness and goodness

She lost a limb in Sarajevo
Got blinded in Rwanda
Was stabbed in Kosovo
Now bleeds to death in Chechnya

Ayoola Babatunde Oke

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 03 Sep 2008 @ 5:17 AM 

08.14.08TUFIA!Posted in Social Issues at 7:50 pm by OYALI

Cutlass and gun
lightening and thunder
the last brine drops flow
and voices crack
we inhale the acrid smell
of our burnt flesh
our blood flows the streets
mothers wail
fathers sigh
children gaze ahead
they see nothing
we eat ourselves
to promote peace
our sects say so
TUFIA!

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Ayoola (administrator) said,

August 19, 2008 at 12:50 am · Edit

Hi and welcome to this blog site.

This poem is thought provoking, “we eat ourselves to promote peace?” Is it a strange religious sect or the predicament of the “brine filled” tragedy dominated Niger-Delta?

Ayoola

OYALI said,

August 19, 2008 at 7:32 pm · Edit

Incidentally, I was not thinking of the Niger-Delta when I wrote the poem. My inspiration was the recurrent religious crises that have been punctuating our history, especially the Kaduna 2000 one. Thanks for your comment. I’ll keep in touch.

OYALI said,

August 19, 2008 at 7:32 pm · Edit

Incidentally, I was not thinking of the Niger-Delta when I wrote the poem. My inspiration was the recurrent religious crises that have been punctuating our history, especially the Kaduna 2000 one. Thanks for your comment. I’ll keep in touch.

OYALI

Administrator said,

August 21, 2008 at 12:33 am · Edit

Hi,

What brought Niger delta to mind was “the last brine drops flow” brine being salt water. Anyway it just shows how a poem may deal with a subject so well that it’s application can be universal to similar situations. The way Niger Delta militants are “cannibalising” (we eat ourselves) each other also focus my mind in that direction.

However, clearly it applies to religious riots and even the Junkun/Tiv crises and the fulani indegene crises of the Plateau state about 2years ago.

Keep posting!

Ayoola

OYALI said,

August 23, 2008 at 4:46 pm · Edit

The ‘brine’ I refer to here is tears. We shed our last tears before we give up the ghost. Anyway, that goes to show how more can be read fron a seemingly simple line of poetry. Thanks for your comments

Administrator said,

August 23, 2008 at 8:54 pm · Edit

I am kicking myself anyway I should have figured out that form of brine.

OYALI said,

August 25, 2008 at 4:18 pm · Edit

I must confess that you are good. Very good. I have not been able to fully surf the site to get your data. My email is uoyali@yahoo.com. Kindly send me yours. Thanks

Administrator said,

August 26, 2008 at 12:04 am · Edit

Thanks for your compliment. I think you are really good yourself and I’m happy to have somebody like you on the site. Let’s build this a community of poetry loving people on this blog to encourage each other.

My e-mail is ayoolaoke@hiddennuances.com.

Ayoola

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 03 Sep 2008 @ 5:15 AM 

08.14.08 RUMINATIONS 1
Posted in Love at 7:46 pm by OYALI

What kills a man more
than the surge of emotions unspoken?
the heat ’specially when sincere
makes hell a paradise
pent-up feelings seeking
fissures to plode
oh!
the ecstasy will the imaginations outwit
when the explosion finds
the due season and soil
how glorious will the union be
when a man his lost rib finds!

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Ayoola (administrator) said,

August 19, 2008 at 1:09 am · Edit

Hi,

Seeking fissures to plode or explode. Did not find the word plode in the dictionary.

Plod means to walk heavily or to work labourously.

The glorious union is sweet for the moment
And the mind is soaked with passion until
A fiesty disagreement,
Sharp words exchanged
Dark passion blows open
The tigress of silence
Backs are turned
Shoulders drawn away
From conciliatory touches
And a paradise become hell
When the found rib
Pokes you in the face.

Ayoola

OYALI said,

August 23, 2008 at 4:54 pm · Edit

‘plode’ is actually meant to be a clip of ‘explode’. It is a conscious coinage. Thanks for your observation. And for your response, I have this to say:

The pokes and pushes
The aches and sighs
Are meant for proper adjustments
The rib must push
To take its place
Else it’ll suffer all alone
Left to bake and left to freeze
To please the sun and chilly cold
What ecstasy of love unmatched
When the rib fits into its place
What life the man is blessed to live
When the man finds his missing rib

OYALI

Administrator said,

August 23, 2008 at 8:50 pm · Edit

Well said and excellent response. This response flows better than the original poem.

Ayoola

OYALI said,

August 25, 2008 at 4:20 pm · Edit

Thanks you. You are a great poet for it takes a poet to appreciate poetry.

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CHAIN SONNET

Q: What is a Chain Sonnet

A: A chain sonnet is a sonnet form that contains not just one sonnet but several sonnets (at least two) with the same final verse couplet. The couplet serves as the link. Each sonnet in the chain is in itself a complete sonnet but together they deal with same subject matter.

The Chain Sonnet is an African invention-adaptation of the Sonnet tradition (because I invented it as an African) I also call my sonnets African Sonnets because the way we speak English in Africa it will be difficult to match our word stresses with that of the United Kingdom or United States of America. Therefore although I still utilise the ten meter beat for each line, the beats are not iambic.

WAR DIRGE

PART 1

The nightingale perched on the tree of life
And beautifully sang an ode to Peace
The champion who triumphed over all strife
And created an unparalleled bliss

As the eulogy of the perched bird sang
Hatred, Intolerance and Prejudice
Produced the treacherous conspiracy gang
With the foul league of Greed and Avarice

With a single shot the nightingale died
Thus instead of the peaceful reign…torment!
All the consorts of Peace scuttle to hide
As tides of brewing trouble did forment!

My friend why then would we not stop this war
And say unto hatred, “we love you no more!”

Part 2

Hatred, Intolerance and Prejudice
These are desperate demons within man’s soul
Which wage a bitter war against Justice
The Guardian Angel with truth extols

Greed and Avarice are dangerous pirates
On the high seas of man’s voyage of life
They plunder unsuspecting cargo freights
And unleash poverty, hunger and strife

When the Guardian Angel loses the war
Man’s soul ebbs and dies on the battle field
Death’s victory celebrates with open jaw
As the fate of the warring man is sealed

My friend why then would we not stop this war
And say unto hatred, “we love you no more!”

PART 3

Blood letting sights thrust into the airwaves
Disembowelled victims on the ground lies
Severed heads, scattered limbs… more! Hatred craves
Death’s toll counts, rises and then multiplies

Frigidity paralyses my soul
Horror stare into my inner most mind
My lachryma sheds tears into a bowl
And my teeth tightly shut, begins to grind

Man turns to shit before he turns to dust
I smell the odour of death by my eyes
Question: whence comest this blood letting lust?
Eyes opened, tightly shut…reason defies

My friend why then would we not stop this war
And say unto hatred, “we love you no more!”

Am 13th April 2000

PART 4

Question: whence comest this blood letting lust?
Down the ages from the man of sin …Cain!
He slew his brother at a vengeful cost
Hatred seized his heart and filled it with pain

“I’m not my brother’s keeper” Hatred speaks
“Who is my brother?” Prejudice replies
“Those that I consider not to be freaks”
Intolerance applauds these wicked lies

The cost to Cain for murder was vengeance
Do unto others, what you wish yourself
Hatred does not owe any allegiance
He will be your enemy’s friendly elf

My friend why then would we not stop this war
And say unto hatred, “we love you no more!”

Part 5

The tragedy of man lays itself bare
In the pain man inflicts upon himself
Women feel the pain as they gape and stare
As wickedness speaks like a brutish elf

Sorrow tearfully sings a burial dirge
“Abide with me fast falls the eventide”*
Man’s soul sings along and in tears submerge
“The darkness deepens Lord with me abide”*

Putrefaction’s odour, in the air hangs
“Change and decay in all around I see”*
And bleeding hearts ebb away, in deaths pangs
“Oh thou who changest not abide with me”*

My friend why then would we not stop this war
And say unto hatred, “we love you no more!”

(*From the hymn “Abide with me” – to be sung)

PART 6

All cry bring back the glorious Peaceful reign
No more wars against mankind’s dying soul
Let’s heal the hurt and alleviate our pain
Regain the throne of Peace that Hatred stole

I want to hear the nightingale’s love song
I want to eat fruits from the tree of life
And escape this terrible life of dung
Where Peace is lost and in her stead stands strife

All cry bring back the glorious Peaceful reign
No more wars against mankind’s dying soul
Let’s heal the hurt and alleviate our pain
Regain the throne of Peace that Hatred stole

My friend why then would we not stop this war
And say unto hatred, “we love you no more!”

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08.24.08WITCHCRAFT AND THE US ARMYPosted in General, Political Thought, Religious at 2:27 am by Administrator

John McCain searches for victim Abel
His ancient name was Lamech Cain the thief
Who stole a hapless soul and cursed himself
To be damned seventy times seven times
For the blood spilt on the skin of the earth

More blood to spill on Iraqi soil
To feed his thirst at the witching hour
Sitting on the hat of raging horsemen
Vultures who feast on flesh and belch oil
Marching on the grave of Nimrod’s home

US Army as witchcraft’s veritable tool?
For a hundred years in Mesopotamia
Yet the world plants a garden of silence
So deafening are its flowers of sorrow
As we weep for the flesh of lost children

Called McCain yet we all are blind
McLucifer’s name will blind open eyes
To the devises of the wolves of Lamech
Who howl at the moon of George Bushes crimes
In nostalgia for the cold peace of war

Modern Pandora called condeleeza Lies
Stokes the drum of war on Georgian bait
Sharpened teeth famished for a cloud of blood
Poking out of a face veiled with venom
Yet a garden of silence we plant

Lamech burns a witch in the public frames
But keeps a witch with an Army cap
Yet the silence we plant is deafening in silence
The hordes of hell wait to be let loose
Our silence fulfills their twilight flights

Ayoola Babatunde Oke

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“I Saluted a Witch”
Monday, Jul. 05, 1999 By S.C. GWYNNE/KILLEEN
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The high priestess lifts her arms to the crescent moon, her bright silver pentagrams shimmering in the light of a burning cauldron. About her stand hooded figures, some with long forked staffs bearing stag horns and hawk feathers, animal skins and other talismans. “Circle of power,” she chants, “I conjure thee to ban such things as named by me…Attract such things as named by me…Be cleansed of all impurity…So mote it be.” Surrounded by swarms of mosquitoes, the others chant back in litany, “So mote it be.”

The ceremony is a “moon ritual,” and the 20 people who gathered two weeks ago in this meadow in the middle of Texas believe it will change the world, if ever so slightly. That is because they are witches, and what they are doing in this incantatory rite is casting spells, in this case for “tolerance and understanding.” And while card-carrying witches might seem remarkable enough, these are more exotic still. They are Army witches: colonels and sergeants and captains and privates. They belong to a group of 50 or so kindred spirits who assemble regularly at Fort Hood, the largest U.S. military base, in Killeen. They are, in fact, part of a boomlet in the armed forces of believers who call themselves Wiccans and follow a polytheistic, nature-based religion that centers on an earth goddess. Since Fort Hood gave official recognition to the Wiccans more than two years ago, four more military bases have sanctioned the religion.
Few people outside the base knew the Army had approved such a group until a couple of months ago, when a photo of a torchlight ritual appeared in a local paper. As word spread, Christian groups and politicians denounced the Wiccans as both satanic and inappropriate in the U.S. Army. Eleven religious organizations called on Christians not to enlist or re-enlist until the Army stops supporting witchcraft. “What’s next?” asked Republican Congressman Bob Barr in a letter to Fort Hood’s commander. “Will armored divisions be forced to travel with sacrificial animals for satanic rituals?” G.O.P. Senator Strom Thurmond vowed to introduce legislation to stop the armed forces from condoning witchcraft. The Army shrugs at such complaints, saying it has no plans to shut down “minority religions.” “This belief is protected under the First Amendment,” says Major General William Dendinger, chairman of the Armed Forces Chaplains Board. In any case, as he points out, “very few members of the military practice these beliefs.”
In Killeen, Christians howl in protest. “We believe they are satanic and that they do not deserve to have any place at Fort Hood,” says the Rev. Jack Harvey of the local Tabernacle Baptist Church, which sponsored a letter-writing campaign against the Wiccans. “Eighty percent of my congregation is military, and they are appalled by it.”

Actually, Wiccans say they profess no satanism at all. Their paganism is drawn from pre-Christian European tribal religions that invoke spirits in nature and celebrate the seasons. They do not sacrifice animals or cast evil spells. Ron and Marie Smith, recently retired Army colonels, became Wiccans after having tried the Episcopal Church and Seventh-Day Adventism. “I was raised in the country, and in church I always felt enclosed,” says Ron, 53, who is now a registered nurse, as is his wife. “I feel close to God in nature.” Ron and Marie say they have paid a price for their beliefs. “We have had persistent threats against me and my wife,” says Ron. “People have told us they will beat us up.” Says Fort Hood high priestess Marcy Palmer: “I get threats on e-mail and calls threatening me at least twice a week.”
While their beliefs and practices may be gentle at heart, their symbolism makes it fairly easy to demonize them. Besides calling themselves witches, they often prefer to conduct their rituals naked (Fort Hood has forbidden them to do so), use 9-in. daggers called athames in their ceremonies, cast magic spells, and worship, among others, “the horned god” found in pagan traditions. Wiccans are also pacifists, but believe that your actions come back to you threefold and are prepared to accept the consequences of what they do as soldiers. That the Army would be so progressive in its acceptance makes perfect sense to the Wiccans. “The Army has always been ahead of the civilian world on things like racial and sexual equality,” says high priestess Palmer, a former military policewoman. “They’re just a lot more tolerant. When you’re in a foxhole, you don’t care what religion the guy next to you belongs to.” Army witches even have a sense of humor. At Halloween, Palmer turns her home, where she keeps a pet wolf named Spirit, into a haunted house for trick-or-treaters. “What could be better,” she says, “than a haunted house with real witches and a wolf that howls on command?”

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08.23.08Posted in General, Political Thought at 11:21 pm by Administrator

The current face off between the United States of America and Russia is a perfect example of the gross stupidity of this American president and the Republicans should be thoroughly embarrassed that they bequeathed Bush to the world for 8 harrowing years. It is amazing that he is ready to sacrifice the war on terror for the Georgian president’s miscalculations.

Now that Condelezza Lies is signing a Defence pact with Poland on behalf of Bush and America, what if Russia was to sign a defence pact or nuclear development pact with Iran or Syria.

The French and the Europeans know the real deal and that is why they are threading carefully but the Bull (or Bush) in China shop will not stop to Amaze a bemused world.

Dear Republicans please do not unleash someone even worse than Bush, John McCain

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08.14.08TUFIA!Posted in Social Issues at 7:50 pm by OYALI

Cutlass and gun
lightening and thunder
the last brine drops flow
and voices crack
we inhale the acrid smell
of our burnt flesh
our blood flows the streets
mothers wail
fathers sigh
children gaze ahead
they see nothing
we eat ourselves
to promote peace
our sects say so
TUFIA!

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RUMINATIONS 1Posted in Love at 7:46 pm by OYALI

What kills a man more
than the surge of emotions unspoken?
the heat ’specially when sincere
makes hell a paradise
pent-up feelings seeking
fissures to plode
oh!
the ecstasy will the imaginations outwit
when the explosion finds
the due season and soil
how glorious will the union be
when a man his lost rib finds!

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07.27.08INFESTED RIVERPosted in General, Love, Romantic at 12:42 am by Administrator

Like a crocodile infested river
Her tantalising agenda loomed large
Scented heavily with hopeless aroma
Of promises that cannot be fulfilled

Contentious and wicked lies struggle
With shades of colours of shallow reason
Somersaulting on the gilt-edge of hope
Like the tail of an incestuous dream

I am doubly ensnared but not defiled
As I embrace the shadow not the essence
Of a night that gossips about sunshine
In the floating shadows of moonlight

I drank and savoured her sultry lies
But when the night bled into daybreak
And she treacherously tiptoed away
I remembered her like a bequeathed dream

9th April 2008; 10:17am

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RAGING PARADOXPosted in General, Love, Romantic at 12:40 am by Administrator

I dared to sail on a tempestuous sea
Carried away on the wings of true love
The whirlwind’s force broke my anchorage free
I swirl to depths below and heights above

I long for the shoreline of loneliness
The shallow waters of tranquility
Of certainty’s reign laced with tardiness
Where I laid fallow in obscurity

I like to be in control of my flow
In the rest realm of lethargic calmness
But love the challenge of fissures and glow
Metaphors and imageries of brightness

Man truly is a raging paradox
Conflicting schism like Pandora’s box!

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EPIPHANYPosted in General at 12:39 am by Administrator

Part 2

VISIONS FROM ABOVE

I sat in the region of darkness
Swimming in an abyss of slime
Senses beclouded and lost
In a place called Golgotha

Suddenly a door way appear
A staircase to the stars
Angels descending from above
And ascending back again

I saw visions of heavenly glory
Colours of myriad consternation
Beauty of the face of God
Shinning upon my countenance

I am sustained in his love
Covered with his splendour
Oh what a resplendent brightness
In expressible in mere words

Transposed in to Benjamin’s Chamber
In the ruling house of Judah
Where the sceptre departs not
El-Gibbor’s throne room of grace

Magnify him in his magnificence
Exalt the high and Lofty One
Who dwells in the heights of Zion
In the midst of the great congregation

The nimbus and the aureole
Do no justice to your majesty
Indescribable are you Lord
Excellent beyond comprehension

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EPIPHANYPosted in General at 12:38 am by Administrator

PART 1

I WANT FREEDOM

Groaning in the belly of the dark dungeon
Wallowing with other souls under the dragon’s yoke
Weeping for the lost kingdom of yesteryears
When we roamed free in sunlit days

I look up to see no rainbow in the sky
To the horizon my two eyes roam to and fro
There is no flushing of blooming meadows
I painfully resign to this palace of doom

I wonder about the veracity of time travel
To be able to transverse zonal dimensions
Breaking down rigid barriers of steel
To escape the oppression of this darkness
I traveled through time to get here
This penitentiary of a hopeless dawn
Where sun rays are smouldered and quenched
So that draconian ideals may reign supreme

My conscience has been imprisoned
The keys to his cell cannot be found
I remain locked up in this desolate bunker
Were roaches feed on my brains festering wounds

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RAISED FROM THE DEAD (GOD IS JUSTIFIED-OLUJARE)Posted in General at 12:36 am by Administrator

(THE INJURY)
Caught in a cross fire of frailty
He was shot in the fallot
Developing a cardiac injury
A slow descent to the grave began

(THE BOY)
He was born in a little town
Remote somewhere in Ireland
But drew the ire of death so soon
And the dark angel was PETULANT

(THE ANGEL)
Peevishly impatient and impudent
The angel wanted his prize
The little boy’s yet short-lived life
Spreading gloom he loomed

(HEROD OF HELL)
The Herod of hell held on…
Awaiting a fait accompli report
Of the sunset of an unrisen sun
Snuffed out like a candle in the wind

(LAMENTATION)
Who saw the boy’s star?
Who informed hell of his birth?
Sorrow was feed to his heart
His mother felt the gnawing pain

(DELIVERANCE)
Then a strong and resolute hand
Was held out form heaven’s throne
“Loose him and let him go”
Thundered the voice of Love

(PROPHECY)
Who has believed our report?
To whom is the Lord’s arm revealed?
He shall grow up before the Lord
Tenderly, a root plant out of dry ground!

11:30am Sunday 9th January 2000

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AN ODYSSEY WITH DEATH (A HANDSHAKE WITH DEATH)Posted in General, Religious at 12:35 am by Administrator

(A HAND FROM HELL)
A cruel mercilessly cold hand
Clutched at the boy’s heart
At the dawning of his birth
Drawing him behind the curtain of life

Tetralogy of the fallot…
That was the diagnosis
As joy of birth turned to despair
In a grief stricken moment

(WILL HE DIE)
We all merged into his life…
Battling and struggling through
As sunlit days became darkened
By the looming presence of death

Hope hung precariously on a thread
Threading softly near the abyss
The cold dark and bleak void
That envelopes all man’s expectation

(PORTAL OF HOPE)
Helpless but hopeful
All turned to the place of prayer
The cloak room of fortitude
To seek the GOVERNOR’s consent

The boy bravely soldiered on…
In the Spirit of us all
As doctors cut open his cardiac
Carefully suturing and mending

(MIRACLE)
Out of his dying embers
A spark ignited a flame
And the miracle of faith
Stoked the furnace of life

The boy shook hands with death
And bid the sentinel of life…
Farewell, Adios, Bye-bye, O dabo
Until the time of the evening sunset

(MILLENNIUM)
As the sentinel lingers…
The boy turned away to face
The sunshine of a breaking dawn
In his eyes the rays of a new millennium

1:14 am Sunday 9th of January 2000

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