British Tea And Gaddafi's Coffee
1811,1911,2011;
Muse up with your mkind to know your history,
For the wars around us today cannot lead us in peace.
British Tea and Gaddafi's Coffee!
The bombs came falling as the bullets scattered around! !
And many dead bodies were rocorded;
But today, Gaddafi is dead and gone!
And like a recorded history with the muse of the mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Muse Of The Prophets
Peace and love on the land of your muse!
For Gaddafi went out without understanding the muse of the Prophets;
And now, he is gone too soon;
Because, the prophecy came and caught him up! !
What is going on in Libya is part of the prophecy,
And the prophets foretold them ahead of time;
And today, Gaddafi is gone too soon!
Forgetting about the coup he made some years ago.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Elegy On The Death Of A Church Mouse
‘Colonel Gaddafi is dead; long live Gaddafi’,
- whose words those are?
don’t shoot, don’t shoot,
enough blood is spilled!
Gaddafi,
a leaf from the tree is dead;
leaf sprouts, leaf eats, leaf sleeps in the sky,
leaf waves the world in the cheer of palm,
makes no sand out of storm,
no beating themselves by the horse drain,
no hanging noose by the cock’s strain.
Leaf feeds the tree with green
when upon it’s tender face, the horrid-sun shine,
leaf, bearer of flower, bearer of seed,
never the taster of the sap from earth
till drops dead in the paleness of red,
‘don't shoot, don't shoot,
upon the sand is blood,
for the Colonel is dead’,
said, the tree,
and said, ‘Long live Gaddafi!
poem by Saranyan Bee
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Henry Ferris
Henry Ferris,
My name is Barry and i am the joy of your hope;
For today you have met the 44th U.S. President.
Prepare me some coffee and let me drink,
For my father is like a mystery to you;
But today you have met the 44th U.S. President.
The love of your muse is like the history of my past,
And like the muse of the world to give me joy!
But today you have met the 44th U.S. President.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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History!
Two the hard-way!
Three the broad-way,
But your recorded story is much needed for us;
History!
Of 'his-story' and 'her-story' to tell;
But on will always lead the way for others to follow,
And like the muse of love!
But the bullets of war will never bring us peace on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Odyssey Dawn Oil Lamp
rhetoric announces wise western alliance leaders
offered Gaddafi an oil empire olive branch peace
how do these esteemed leaders leading a United Nations
not know their attacks give satisfy glorify ego Gaddafi
an entire world the entire might of collective United Nations
can invade Libya but cannot defeat propaganda dictator Gaddafi
operation “Odyssey Dawn” is an ill chosen crafty hero’s name
does it indicate a planned ten year plus occupation like Iraq
history repeating western attack formula send into no fly zone aircraft
finally after restoring oil pumping infrastructure a golden egg awaits
Libya Arab oil Libya Arab oil for a decade administer prize war spoils
poem by Terence George Craddock (20 March 2011)
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Political Wreath Thirteen Jet Black Roses
Mr Sarkozy cast into limelight faces
huge pressure to explain himself;
his patron Colonel Gaddafi is dead
Mr Sarkozy disloyal bit hand that fed;
French jets bombed his patron Gaddafi's
Libya at beck and call of Barack Obama;
Gaddafi George W. Bush's intimate friend
in Holy Grail ‘War On Terror' declared;
now view dearest dictator friends
who have so recently prey fallen;
Libya's Leader Colonel Gaddafi
Egypt's President Hosni Mubarak;
Iraq's President Saddam Hussein
master of state torture mass murders;
infamous secret police, rape, abductions,
method assassinations, chemical weapons;
politics is a dirty deck of cards
dealer deals stealth death cards
did Sarkozy send patron Gaddafi
wreath thirteen jet black roses?
See also the poem ‘A Nail In Nicolas Sarkozy's Coffin'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Warlords And Aggressive Men
The Warlords and aggressive men their praises many sing
But peace and harmony to the Human World these people will never bring
The war supposed to end all wars was fought decades ago
And where mistrust and hate is rife the flower of peace won't grow
Another war waged in Iraq where thousands now are dead
The silly men who declare war the war history have not read
Far too many times we've heard those words 'At the going down of the sun'
Though we know that peace will never come from the barrel of a gun,
The Warlords and aggressive men are surely cowards at heart
They start a war but in their war they never do take part
Where the bombs dropp and the bullets fly you will not find them there
Of their own safety it does seem they do seem quite aware,
A World of peace and harmony how marvellous that would be
But that will not happen for as long as men ignore the lessons of war history.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Oil & Democracy
Democracy and Oil
When rebels wave the magic banner of democracy,
the west acts blindly like a troll caught in daylight.
They run around and holler democracy and fig leaf,
Norway drops bomb for the sake of peace. History
for those who care to read, it is hundred years ago
that Italian air-force dropped bombs over Libya.
Small, small bombs, yet big enough to kill women
and children on the ground. Gaddafi, a low hanging
fruit must go; Oil must be democratically privatized-
given to the big oil companies- And that what this
war is all about...sole western access to energy.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Mr. And Mrs. James Akpan II
Of your spiritual inner-self,
Of my spiritual inner-self,
But, i am made among the people of this earth!
And, wisdom is my first priority;
However, Mrs. Akpan will still remember her words towards me on the day of the contract.
This muse of life is now being elevated with the peace of the mind,
These works of joy are now being seen among you all!
With the indications of love from my mind to influence you;
And like the road leading to the house of the royal elephant,
But, i am what i am today with the sweet muse of life.
Wisdom leads to great success! !
back in the days, and to remember this journey on the very hard road;
But, with the muse of my roots in mind to deliver my works,
However, i am what i am today with the sweet muse of life.
Peace and joy to the Akpan family whom i met some years ago in Lagos (Nigeria) !
For, my heart will always bring out peace and joy to all with my works;
And my mouth shall always speak out wisdom to teach many,
However, i am what i am today with much experiences in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When Will I Be Free?
When will i be free without these bombs around me?
When will i be free from these wars around me?
When will i be free without these dead bodies around me?
For the bullets and the bombs are killing my people in Libya!
And in don't know when they will be free from all these! !
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Yasmin's Revolution
Yasmin's Revolutiuon,
It started in Tunisia and it spread over the Arab World!
With the chanting of the youths bringing down the Dictators;
But what i see now in Libya is like bombs falling down from heaven! !
And Gaddafi claims to win the war,
But the war songs are now destroying everything in Libya! !
My mouth will speak wisdom;
However, the meditation of my heart will bring forth understanding!
For the world gathers today against Libya,
And there is no sign for the 'African Unity' (AU) .
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Wounded Gaddafi Vows National Defense
beware historical lessons of fatal North African sands
whole armies are swallowed in conflict in hostile lands
history taught well this region lessons of sly desert fox
Rommel most dangerous in retreat enemy armies shocks
Libya Gaddafi pride wounded animal seeks prey to attack
forces mixed among civilians hides from crusader missiles
Gaddafi claims to sand storm absorb invading NATO plans
scorpion waits in hot desert under covers in boots to attack
poem by Terence George Craddock
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11.11.11
Today is the 11th of November 2011!
And, you were born at 11: 11 A.M.27 years ago! !
However, the kiss of your lips with my muse was like,
The sweet muse of love and care in the land of beauty!
For, you are all that i need.
At 11: 11 P.M. i found your nakedness to the world so sweet!
And like the words of love to satisfy my muse in the land of beautiful roses;
But, i have a lot to learn from you as well,
Because, you are 27 years old today and,
You are a virgin! !
You were born 27 years ago but,
The sweet love of your muse came and touched my heart!
And, you will always remember my kiss;
For, this love is all about you and i! !
And like words of peace in the land of unity,
For, i am always ready fro your love.
11.11.11!
And like the date reserved for many Germans to marry;
But all over the world are the works and words of love to move us on,
For, you are like the words so sweet to touch my lips!
And i will always remember you because, you were born on this day.
You came into this world 27 years ago in the land of survival! !
Naked to the world to respect your muse;
But, the joy of your birth had brought peace to your culture,
For, you have really made a mark to respect my muse.
You were born on the 11th of November 1984,
And today, you are 27 years olf to respect the muse of love;
But your first kiss came along like the works of peace,
Because, you waited for it for a very long time! !
And today, you are ready for marriage;
But, try to keep your virginity for the man of your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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China's Lost Libyan Oil Contract
after Gaddafi partially
atoned for Lockerbie
new generation world
leaders sought
Gaddafi's help
in War on Terror
to secure energy security
after all this son
of an illiterate
Bedouin herder
had already hatched plans
to topple Libyan monarchy
when still at study in college
after military
training in
Greece Britain
our boy Gaddafi
led a successful revolution
at the age of 27
like Mao
Gaddafi outlined
his political
views in
a brief blunt
Green Book
yes like our
dictator Idi Amin
of Uganda
he was ours
for a time
until escaping
Gaddafi was
a good man
donated money
for humanitarian
causes across Africa
allowed Africans
to work in Libya
built mosques
in African countries
supported African
rebels in South Africa
Zimbabwe against
Apartheid but!
Gaddafi also supported
scores of rebel
movements in places
like Chad, Liberia,
Sudan, Sierra Leone
Gaddafi sent
high school pupils
to the frontline
in Chad's
Civil War
telling them
they were
going on
a field trip
Palestinian militants
Ugandan dictator Idi Amin
Irish Republican Army (IRA)
all had training camps
in Libya but the Irish left
due to tight alcohol laws
unseemly connections
earned Gaddafi the title
world's premier state
sponsor of terrorism!
implicated in terrorist
attacks Munich Massacre
in 1972 shooting of protesters
from inside Libyan Embassy
in London in 1983 the Berlin
discotheque bombing 1986
Gaddafi mad dog of Middle East
authorized bombing of Tripoli
killing his own adopted daughter
Lockerbie Bombings of 1988
to name dropp but a famous few
Gaddafi his vision a second USA
Gaddafi's United States of Africa
modeled after the European Union
Gaddafi himself to be "King of Kings"
emerged as key mediator in negotiations
for Western hostages kidnapped in Mali
and Niger Gaddafi at 2009 G-8 summit
a bogeyman ally in War on Terror
Colonel Gaddafi a bizarre twisted history
"betting on futures
old buddy Gaddafi
your out bad boy
Libyan oil is in
renegotiated deal
new rebel alliance
for empire
Libyan Chinese
oil contract
guillotined
new management
no fly zone"
but don't foolishly count
Gaddafi out on rung bell
vampires are hard to stake
Libya is engaged in tribal war
a martyr Gaddafi will haunt
grave terrorism his ace card
beware mad dogs on last legs
beware four decades survivor
beware revenge of mad dictator
Four stanzas quoted are from ‘Sweet Words Freshly Banked' by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mr. And Mrs. James Akpan
I was seen by the eyes when i was around you people!
And like the days ahead of the sun to satisfy the muse of mankind;
But, the new moon of green ears of barley came in! !
And, it was with joy all over in the land of beautiful flowers.
Old habits are very hard to break!
But, this muse of yesterday now rigisters itself once againt today;
For your love introduced my muse to you,
But, what is man that you care so much about him?
Your words have encouraged those who stumbled,
Your love has now touched the hearts of many! !
And, your peace is very much known to us all;
However, i really came in to help your children.
Managements are really yours! !
But, to Mount Zion i will rejoice with the muse of my success;
And like the very words of Mrs. Akpan to me when i took up the contract,
But today, i am what i am because, i never went overboard!
What is life after all?
Whaz is love after all?
What is care after all?
What is peace after all?
What is untiy after all?
For, i really took your children like my own brothers and sisters;
And today, the benefits of my teachings had really made them great!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spokeswoman! (Dedicated to Ngaka Motaung)
African Spokeswoman!
This is the muse of your love to all that muses;
In the land of the Rainbow Colours to enhance your joy,
And like the muse of peace to all mankind.
African Spokeswoman!
This is the joy of your muse to teach others with your works;
And like the peace of your mind that leads you on always,
But, the world will know that you care.
Dedication to you and dedication to the world of poetry! !
For, in peace we will all live than the scares of the wars around us;
However, we will always listen to the African Spokeswoman to lead us on.
Words and love to the world!
Peace and care to the human race to take care of this earth;
But, to all who care to do the right things always! !
For, wars have never solved any of the problems of mankind.
Listen to the African Spokeswoman!
Listen to her who comes from the South;
For, her muse of love is now presented to you!
And like a jolly-ride in the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kumatsu
I now undertsand your tears in those days,
And like the Queen's new clothes;
But today, you are gone forever!
You were recorded among the dead in 2002,
And the sea took you all away;
But let my tea be mixed with pure honey,
And i will always remember your tears.
I now understand in those days,
But you have no more tears today;
Because you are dead and gone forever!
For you were recorded among the dead in 2002.
You were drawn in the sea as you attempted with others to cross over,
Europe was your target but your sweet candle of light burnt out so soon;
And this sad note is with the tears from my heart,
Because the sea ended your dreams so soon!
Who can bring you back?
My sweet Kumatsu, rest in peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Nail In Nicolas Sarkozy's Coffin
Will French
Socialist Party
challenger
François Hollande
attain pole position
defeat as expected
Nicolas Sarkozy
president of Republic?
We've got
a strong turnout
for today's
presidential election.
We estimate
the turnout
will stand at 82%
at least by 8pm.
Stay tuned
for live updates
throughout
the evening.
The race is on
the second
the final round
of the French
presidential election;
Nicolas Sarkozy's
dwindling hopes
of being re-elected;
to the French
presidency
were rocked
by evidence;
Colonel Gaddafi
donated New Zealand
$83 laundered million
to corrupt campaign;
that first brought
paid for puppet
Nicolas Sarkozy
to presidential power?
Did you know
state French
law clearly bans
candidates;
from receiving cash
donation payments
above New Zealand
$12,450 dollars?
Gaddafi massive donation
was secretly laundered
through bank accounts
in Panama and Switzerland.
Electoral lights went out
for on take Nicolas Sarkozy
when compelling evidence
a made public document;
in Paris showed spotlight
French leader Sarkozy
Libyan dictator Gaddafi
made their illegal deal?
Gaddafi propelled
corrupt Sarkozy
to Presidential
power in 2007.
Timely released
coup de grace
evidence written
in Arabic signed;
by dictator Gaddafi's
own intelligence chief,
Mussa Kussa in 2006
refers to an agreement;
in principle to support
Nicolas Sarkozy campaign
Gaddafi's backed candidate
for presidential elections;
for a sum equivalent
to US 50 million
deal then on table
knives now in backs.
Infamous bundle
incriminating evidence
was trace leaked
by senior members;
of the National
Transitional Council,
revolt organisation
now governing Libya;
to Left-wing investigative
French news site Mediapart
as President Sarkozy faced
uphill battle to be re-elected;
a week to presidential winning post
Socialist rival Francois Hollande
is enjoying an opinion poll lead
decisive advantage ten per cent;
history repeats candidate
Francois Hollande propelled
into power by cheat sheets
supplied by his patron Libyans.
See also the poem ‘Political Wreath Thirteen Jet Black Roses'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Today Is Your day
Gold, diamonds and war!
A long way to freedom with a lot of dead bodies around me;
But today is your day and we have to enjoy it on this bed.
Gold and diamonds brought us money,
But thre same gold and diamond brought us various wars! !
And now there are many dead bodies around me,
But i will still have you in mind always my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Climax Of Life
The melody of the climax of life,
And to sing the muse of your love;
Set up by laws to keep me going,
And like the plaintiff and the defendant.
Security intelligence,
Absent without a leave on this muse;
But, where were you last night?
Of a lover's complaint to the history of life,
And the cost of the labour of love!
For the bloodstain was seen in your panties;
So put on your belt without the muse of your lover.
To the woe of the savannah trail,
I will find my feet again and to believe in you;
And like my personal achievements and awards,
Because i am along the side of love with my peaceful mind!
Don't be like a pastor who wanted to kill his wife,
And like the wild cat behind the tree of love!
For the acts as seen in the church room of yesterday and today are like,
All that motivated her to ask me to marry her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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