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The Oracles

Invaders, invaders! The oracles must be consulted;
From the North to the South and,
From the East to the West are the African Oracles.
The oracles of my ancestors are,
The trademarks of my African identity to a call;
We have to consult the oracles in times of need.
Who said it is not rue?
Who said it is not powerful?
Visit the Oracles of Africa and know the truth.
The African Oracles,
Do ask Mr. Okonkwo about it;
He will tell you why,
The Whiteman's 'iron Horse' was hanged on a tree.
Oh! The oracles of my ancestors;
Out of their mystic myths,
So lay their powers.
Of their creative arts and acts,
Of their spell which makes me think otherwise;
Yet still, the African lacks behind in many things.
If onne could fly in the thin air and able to vanish,
Why can't they form a Universal Soldier in Africa? !
Those are they who are bullet-proof too;
Are these Oracles also working for them?
The oracles,
The Oracles of Africa!
With respective rites for a passer-by who,
Wants to know more about the African;
Oh, the oracles of my forefathers.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mythology

The mythology of all the races,
And of Greek's oracles to teach many;
But, the African oracles will let me write out my mind,
And like a bearded man with the breasts of a woman.

To the Roman province of England,
To the theologians of Memphis!
And like the Cow-Goddess, Hathor of Dendera;
But, Zeus of Olumpus still rules the world today.

The Sun-God, 'Re' of Helpolis,
Of the bull Apis!
And these are all part of the mythologies of the races.

The Cosmic-God, Amon of Hermoplois,
And like Nimrod who founded Babylon! !
In pagan antiquity to teach us all;
Nimtod, Semiramis and Ninus!
And like the flight of a snake and an alligator.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Is Just Like A Dream

It is just like a dream when you lack communication,
Nine years in riches as you claim it to be;
But i will like to say,
Welcome to the club.
It was the mystic of the air which sounded the echo,
Like a joyful song to see my friend once again;
Nine years in absence do tell it all.
Is it a dream or, just a trip from japan?
This is the state of my mind to the oracles.
Here he was in a different style,
It was just like a dream to me;
He saw the changes of our life styles too.
Welcome home, welcome to Ghana;
The very home you left some years ago.
What do you expect when you lack communication?
Right from the oracles to the realms at large;
How is it in Japan as compared to Africa? !
Take a clue from this and do get in touch always.
Ask 'Rocky Dawuni' and 'Kofi Annan' and,
They will tell you more about life;
My friend, welcome home.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oracle

The oracle said we would lose, its message was very clear.
'Abandon the bones of your fathers, your lands, businesses,
Round up your children, gather what articles of worth
Might feasibly be carried on your backs and get the heck out;
For the foe', it said, 'will descend like a whirlwind
Drink your blood and impress who's ever left
Into the vilest servitude.'.
Most believed and prepared to flee. Only one wise, old woman
Reluctant to leave her potato garden, shook a wise, gnarled finger
At the crowd and demanded a re-interpretation
(Which, of course, she got)
'Clearly', said the divines, 'on reconsideration
The oracle meant just to foretell the destruction of the foe';
We, ourselves, had nothing much to worry about
If we'd only take heart, think and manage our resources wisely;
Talk to each other with an extra measure of politeness and agree to agree;
Oh, and build a fleet.
Such was the re-interpretation of the divines.
That was ten years ago. Putting our faith entirely in the oracles
message;
As the divines bid we did, and when the foe invaded, won the day.
Truly these oracles have a way of changing that optimism never does.
Odd. Could it be that oracles are mostly a matter of interpretation?

poem by Morgan Michaels
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The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.

quote by Henry David Thoreau
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They are the guiding oracles which man has found out for himself in that great business of ours, of learning how to be, to do, to do without, and to depart.

quote by John Morley
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Poet And Priest.

The poet's born, the priest is made: at last
Shall come a day when all men at the shrine
Of poesy shall pay their vows, and know
The oracles of Nature are divine,
And but the inspired have authority.

poem by Robert Crawford
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Dr. Johnson has said that the chief glory of a country arises from its authors. But then that is only as they are oracles of wisdom; unless they teach virtue, they are more worthy of a halter than of the laurel.

quote by Jane Porter
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(Africa poems) Unnatural frontiers

Unnatural frontiers
These artificial borders
They cut the womb of the mother
Land into these disjointed parts
Did you hear what they say?
Here too many failed states
Have mushroomed! Dictators
Like pests are killing the people
Africa! The oracles are not content!
These artificial borders and these
Unnatural frontiers were not there
In the beginning Oh Mother Africa!
What is South Africa? How dare you
Name a country after a direction?
Mind! There is a long stretch of wire
Some colonialist administrator put it
There on purpose now how can you, Oh Africa?
Tell the whole world that is your border?
The world was free to roam in unhindered!
What's so equatorial about Equatorial Guinea?
Now follow me and we're drunk my lord and there
He bares his thick canine teeth in his thick lips
The burly official slaps the hated passport before
Us and it'll cost us a small fortune my brother
And we were planning to drink till the morning
Now look what their unnatural frontiers have done
You're house arrested in a non functioning joke
Of a state I can't come to you my darling
We're told that we're the founder members of....
Wait for it! The African Union! And you can look but
You'll never find the African Union when it's needed
And the European Union and NATO must do the dirty
Work for them and then they'll come our leaders
At the press conference to cry the crocodile tears
And bemoan the fact that white media barons have
Stolen the lime light under their noses....
Mister Secretary General...do me a favor!
Bring back my Africa! My darling wants to roam the
Continent she's tired of the passport the visa
Is controlling her life she wants to be free mister
Expel the whole Africa bloc from the U.N.O take
The slave's yoke of the artificial borders and fake
Frontiers and set us free to roam our continent
In peace without the interference of anybody
As it was in the past of our father's fathers

poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Know Thyself

at the entrance of all our doors
in our delphis
we put this notice
addressed to ourselves

know thyself

sometimes i wonder
what does this mean?

do i have a self?
have i given it a name?
is the name myself?

i look inside
this self, there is none
it is not me
it is thinking thoughts
not my own
we quarrel
we disagree
this is not me
this ought not to be me

the oracle of delphi
must be wrong
how oedipus rex hurt himself
because he did not like himself
suggests somehow
there is another self
within us........

how many now?
this self? that self?
these selves?

somehow the oracle
of all oracles must be correct
we are unhappy
because 99% of what we do
is for the self
the self and nothing but the self

and there is none any anymore

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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African Spirit

Unfortunately, I will not stop,
Across Africa, I will travel with this African face,
My African pride,
And my African story.

I saw your face in Zimbabwe;
Then I saw it again in South Africa.
You smiled at me in Malawi,
Why were you surprise to see me again in Angola?

I carry the African song,
Listen to soulful rhythems from within.
I have an African heart,
With lots of love and pain, it won't part.

Your African face smiles at me with inspiration,
Across Africa and the world, give me an ear;
I speak an African language.

Someday you will know my love,
Someday you will sing my song,
Someday you will hold my heart;
Someday you will cry the same tears in my eyes.

Someday you will relieve my pain,
One day you will understand me.
Someday you will join my fight an we'll make Africa our pride.

poem by Peter Phiri
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Mama Africa's Identity

Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Fulanis and the Fulbes;
But the Savannah and the Sahara are here to stay in Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Dogons and the Shilluks;
And of the cowries usedas money in those days,
But the identities of the African are in many faces.
It is like a durbar in Africa and,
At the market plac to meet others;
But a visit to the tomatoes market in Ghana will tell you much.
Mama African's identity,
And like 'the Golden Stool' of the Ashanti Kingsdom!
But wait for the dried-fish on the coasts of Africa.
Visit St. Louis in the delta of Senegal and learn about the ways of the African,
For my home i in El Molo;
And like Mama Africa's identity praising my muse.
Mama African's identity,
And of the pygmies in Central Africa!
But i have my mind on the Rift Valley,
And like the mirror of the rivers, lakes and the seas of Africa! !
The Massai and the Dinka do play their roles,
And like the Nubaians in South Sudan;
But with the temperature above 40 degrees in most parts of Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And like a message to my lover in Lalibala;
For early in the morning came the leopards to drink some water,
But a visit to Mount Meru will entice you.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Zulus and the Rendilles;
But the Afars are here to blend with the dry land.
Mama Africa's identity,
With the rhythms and rituals of the Africans!
And like the tribes of Ovambo, Herero, Xhosa, Shona and Matabele.
And like the Bemba, the Tonga and the Ovaimbundu!
But the red land of Africa care for you all.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of River Limpopo in the mist of love;
But try to visit the Victoria Falls to satisfy your curiosity.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Himbas with their traditional dance;
But the Kikuyu, the Hutu, the Tutsi and the Hambukushu are also there,
For Africa is a very big continent for all of us.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Boy

I am a young African boy
A unique individual with my own personal inspiration
Which is the golden key to build my future.
With a mind confused
I can still reach politely to others.
With a heart that's has been destroyed
I can still feel and care for others.

With pain that has cut deep down in my heart
I can still fell sympathy for others. with all that is in me I can still overcome those situations.
I can be a person I am
The one whose heart is filled with joy and passion.

I am a young African boy.
I'm proud of my black badged African skin.
I am an African
Not because I was born here
But because my heart beats with Africa.
Not because my skin is black
But because my mind is engaged by Africa.
I am an African
Not because I live on its soil
But because my soul is at home in Africa.

When Africa weeps for her children
My chicks are stained with tears.
When Africa honor her elders
My head is bowed with respect.
When Africa mourns for her victims
My hands are joined in prayer.

Africa my home
Africa my land
Land of peace
Land of my forefathers
Land of my birth
When Africa celebrates her triumphs
My feet are alive with dancing.

poem by Elvis Fout
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The White African

The White African

By
Ross Dix-Peek

Over the great ocean seas
My ancestors did choose to flee,
Europe’s rumblings and poverty,
And to “Darkest Africa” did journey

It was many, many years past,
When Queen Vic’ was still at the mast,
When my forebears resolute did come,
To live beneath the great African sun

Since has Mother Africa suckled our young
To us her lullabies and sweet songs sung,
And all this time ‘neath her fiery mantle
Did my people in Africa live, toil and battle

Africa is not for the mild and the meek,
It's no place at all for the feeble and the weak,
And the days oft be savage and so very long,
Yes, it's only for the brave and the very strong

Many generations did pass, and many years shorn,
Before I too upon African soil was born,
Like my fathers’ before, a White African,
Created and cast beneath her scorching sun

And although I have since her rugged shores left,
My soul to Mother Africa’s bosom will forever be cleft,
And though I may miss the tight embrace of an African sun,
It matters not, for I will forever be a White African!

poem by Ross DixPeek
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50 Years on This Physical Earth

50 years on this physical earth,
But husting and busting to make my name known t the world!!
Because, i have a message at hand;
And, it is not easy being born in Africa and being raised in Africa from a very poor family!
For, i can't stop the rain from falling on my head when,
I have no roof!!!
And like what is going on today in East Africa!
With the reflections of one of my Art Works called: 'We don't have aids but hunger'! !
Yes, from the very acts of my mind;
Because i am an African,
And i do know what it means to be in Africa.

Today, i am to thank Father Yahweh for all of His mercy and kindness towards me;
For He had really guided my steps from thr rough paths of an African's own story,
And, let His Mercy endures forever!!
For Africa is for the Africans and we have to know what goes on around us everyday;
And, in the land of Africa i was born,
But, have you to say?!!
Because, i am very proud to be an African!
And like the muse of your love in the land of many waters that satisfies us all.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Myrtle Beach

Myrtle Beach in South Carolina,
There i met you consulting the oracles of love!
But to find out about your spiritual needs was my mission;
And like the salt on the table of love.

Sale, bale, tale, vale, dale, kale, male, pale;
And like your summer vacation at Myrtle Beach!
But i saw an empty beer bottle on your table.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Pride To Be An African

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.

poem by Fasan paul
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I am an African

Not because im black.
But because my heart warms
And tears run down my face
When i think about AFRICA.

I am an African,
Not because i live here,
But because the African
Sun lit my paths.
Because the air that i breath
Is from these majestic mountains.

That air nurtured me
Growing up.

I am an African,
Not because i can speak
Swahili, Shona, Zulu or Xhosa.
But because my heart is
Shaped like a question mark,
Just like AFRICA.

I am an African,
Not because i am black,
But because my umbilical cord
Is burried under the majestic
Mountains of AFRICA.

poem by Siyabonga A nxumalo
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The Book

Gallery of sacred pictures manifold,
A minster rich in holy effigies,
And bearing on entablature and frieze
The hieroglyphic oracles of old.
Along its transept aureoled martyrs sit;
And the low chancel side-lights half acquaint
The eye with shrines of prophet, bard, and saint,
Their age-dimmed tablets traced in doubtful writ!
But only when on form and word obscure
Falls from above the white supernal light
We read the mystic characters aright,
And life informs the silent portraiture,
Until we pause at last, awe-held, before
The One ineffable Face, love, wonder, and adore.

poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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I Am An African

I am an African
I was born in Africa
Suckled mother Africa breast
I am beauty Africa

I stand under blue skies
Over drastic mountains
To behold vibrant countries
And feel at home

I bow down to salute heroes
Died on struggle
Striving Africa liberation
Development and capacity

Hail Africa
You are our mother
Feeding us with prosperity
Anointing us with acceptance

Africa is my mother
She will never fade
Gloom or cease
I am an African

poem by Poppie Mira
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Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself

Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come
This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum,
These musks, these ambers, and those other smells
Sweet as the Vestry of the Oracles.
I'll tell thee:—while my Julia did unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,
The passive air such odour then assumed
As when to Jove great Juno goes perfumed,
Whose pure immortal body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.

poem by Robert Herrick
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