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Premium Member Ball and Chain

Hassan harbours hard-worn hardship in his heavy homeless heart

Drones dereliction devastation and dire disintegration of daring dreams

Dear daughter dead at dawn Delisiha demised dismembered decapitated 

Harbingers of hell in heaven heaving with helter-skelter and hatred


Skinny skull surreal surrender to salvation and suffering’s solitude

His maimed mind meanders towards Mecca’ mid-morning mist

‘Mohammed my Master mould my misery to magic martyrdom’

‘Save seven sweet sexy sisters in the scope of sound sensual skies’ 


Balls brethren bequeathed by my baba for blasting those bastards

Ignorant infidels igniting incensed immeasurable invocation indeed

Bearing the bellicose burden and berated by birth belittled and bold

The courageous courier of comatose carnage carefully counts the cost


Captured in the Caliphate contorted in a crowded catacomb he cringes

Waterboarding washes over the waning warrior’s wasted wreckage

Hassan hopes helplessly for humerus and hips to heal in good humour 

GI Graysen giggles and generates generous gifts of guts and glorious gore


Considerate Conclusions


          Chains have cantankerous consequences 

               Brave balls from Baghdad bear the baton

                    Guts and gore guarantee Guantanamo 

		        Victory is vile vindictive and vicious

18th April 2019
war


When Baghdad Wept-CM

Author's Note
In February 1258, the Mongol army led by Hulagu Khan sacked Baghdad, the capital of the Abbasid Caliphate. It marked the end of the Islamic Golden Age. Libraries like the House of Wisdom were destroyed, and countless books were thrown into the Tigris River until the water ran black with ink and red with blood. Scholars, artists, and civilians were killed. The destruction ended centuries of science, medicine, and philosophy, and showed what happens when cruelty replaces knowledge and forgiveness.



When Baghdad Wept-CM

Cruel hooves marched, and cities bled,  
Cold steel struck, and scholars fled.  
Wisdom burned while rivers ran,  
Words turned ash in Tigris span.  

Mercy slept while towers fell,  
Golden age was lost to hell.  
Yet kindness waits in hearts to rise,  
Forgiveness blooms in humankind eyes.
Form: Lento

Premium Member The Serpent

The serpent's evil doctrine he'd tried to inflict
Tore peaceful communities assunder; causing conflict
The ghost soldiers would come in the dead of night
Taking on the evil serpent with firepower and might.

They would infiltrate the serpent's lair and be in disguise
And unleash hit and run tactics with the element of surprise
This enraged the serpent who put a price on their head
And he would pray to his god of evil; wishing them all dead.

It was in the Middle East that the serpent came to light
Waged a killing spree thinking it was his god given right
All the ghost soldiers' had to do was follow the trail of the dead
Then corner the evil serpent and cut off its head.

Offsprings of the serpent are now starting to nourish
But our civilised world must ensure they don't flourish
All nations must come together and stop this pure evil
And stop innocent people from suffering unnecessary upheaval.

Our world would live in fear but for the ghost soldier's sacrifice
But to rid the world from evil someone pays a heavy price
Some of these ghost soldiers paid with their  lives
And would do it again to ensure; evil no longer thrives.


Written 24th February 2020.


Dedicated to the special forces of many nations who waged a behind the scenes war on ISIS in the Middle East. 
Their covert missions' helped bring about the end of the self proclaimed caliphate and freed many people who were slaves' to ISIS.
The caliphate is no more but the behind the scenes war continues to this day.
Form: Rhyme

the califate

The Caliphate (2015)

Let us think about the unthinkable.
Let ISIS have their caliphate and be a state
The Zionists took Palestine and called it Israel
European settlers killed off the Indians
And now it is called the USA.

The brutalities and horror of ISIS are terrible
But from a historical perspective
Worst things have happened, and will again, it is
The human burden to kill for its own sake and
Greed for land

In time, it will be a state with institutions they
Practice their Sharia law and behave like the Saudis
We will buy their oil, they will leave us alone
To practice our odd democracy
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Premium Member From Ultra Right to Ultra Wrong

The thrust of salvation's revelation;
Straight from the buckle of the Bible Belt -
Crusading on a plan of what they felt:
"The World for Christ in One Generation."

Their causes - all so specious and remote:
Ban dance and drink and feminist pursuits;
Then, Prohibition passed by their recruits
Of Congressmen who pandered future votes.

And now, a hundred years from past mistakes,
The politicians are once more enthralled
To recast government - advising all
To think and act and vote one way - their take.

Erosion of the aims our Founders sought -
To separate State from religious ties
Because they feared what then could be devised:
Alliances that Kings and Crosses wrought.

Yet, persons seeking faith identities
For personal spirituality
Can lose their way through a conformity
To doctrinaire religious entities.

Religious rightists craft a host of things:
Electing "friends" to legislative seats;
Appointing judges who share their entreats;
Controlling rights and thoughts and what that brings.

And, banning books the obtuse criticize -
The followers of simplemindedness -
Sheer ignorance at best - no more, no less,
Who wander through their world of contrived lies.

Yet, some espouse a "Theocratic State"
To make us like Iran's dictatorship
That keeps all paople under yoke and whip;
A western styled and brokered caliphate.

This prospect so absurd and ill-advised -
The essence of a Theocratic State -
Undemocratic doctrines we should hate
By muddled thinking "mullahs" in disguise?

We ought to learn what history decries:
A harsh reality that forms a trap
When politics, religion overlap.
Stop tempting Fate with blinders on our eyes.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Abu Nuwas

Abu Nuwas


He proclaimed to the caliphate
In the dark hours of the evening
Rejoice! These splendid virgins are a bleeding
Drink our youth, and let not harm come our way

Peace is the brotherhood
Wine and love shall hold sway
Let us rejoice at the gardens and fresh bled flowers
The vineyards and the imams holy ways

Abu, in his boastful poetic fashion
Told the Islamic court,
Let us dance until the stars begin to fade
This is the fashion the universe has made
Embrace the learning’s of our neighbors conquered

The gardens of Babylon
In our drunkenness
Let us de-flower
Rejoice rejoice

For all that we do
We wish no harm on others
To flourish is all that we shall demand
Live with honor as you kiss the maidens hand

Abu held the court as poet and jester
Wine and wisdom invaded his soul
At times prison lay in front, enemies do fester
Freed from his irons

Abu Nuwas wrote poems of love
That lasted forever














Isis is the weed
And not the flower

Osama Docudrama

Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe

Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend

Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle

President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe

Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
 
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation

Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone

Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight

Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail

Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell

Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate
Form: Quatrain

The Terror

9/ 11 the cruel aftermath


Dented western hubris, the mirror cracked
self believes shocked the vanity foundation.
How dare they we are the top predators
our rage will be swift and massive.
Falluja, the western army killed anything that moved
my thought went to Palestine a state of olives
and goat herding, who paid the ultimate prize.
Propaganda is the mixing of truth and deliberate lies
there are those who say Palestine never existed
but old maps tell a different story.
The wheel of the future is ruthless, Israel is tolerated
as the new province of the Caliphate.
The 9/11 is for you to avert your eyes and forget 
the mass murder of the indigenous people of Palestine.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member At Doubt's Door

(I wrote this PRIOR to the election, but many of the same questions remain)

I cannot tell you where I stand,
I don't know what to think,
Our beloved country, USA
Is standing on the brink.

The candidates for POTUS
Are questionable, at best,
And I cringe to think what each might do
When they're finally put to test.

See, one is spreading vitriol,
The other lies at length,
And their affinity for bickering
Just saps our nation's strength.

They seem to have forgotten
They're supposed to be our "voice",
And the selfish aims they represent
Just further clouds our choice.

I've never been more worried
About the future that's in sight,
And what our votes may bring about,
Whether leaning left or right.

I'm beleaguered for my children,
And for my grandkids, too,
For this eventuate selection
Will impinge on all they do.

The problems that we're facing,
As a people and a land,
Have never been more critical
Than the issues now at hand.

Our economy and human rights
Are balancing on edge,
And terrorism spreads unchecked
As the caliphate is fed.

New racial tensions plague us,
Foreign policies are unclear,
Immigration needs attention,
Health insurance crises near.

Our defense systems are ailing,
Our penal system weak,
Our cyber systems vulnerable,
And crime has reached a peak.

Our preference is for party lines
Over unity, of late,
And it seems we've traded kindness
For animosity and hate.

Never in my memory
Has this country needed more,
A leader with true character
And integrity at their core.

Yet as we enter crunch time
The lesser evil seems the choice,
For our votes will have no confidence
As we lack a steadfast voice.

I wish our path was clearer
As election day draws close,
And I wish I could be hopeful
For the land I love the most.

So, I'm praying for a miracle
And a light to shine the way,
But I fear we're at dear mercy's sake,
For our beloved USA.
Form: Rhyme

655 The 5th Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History: The Advent of Islam

655.

The 5th Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:

The Advent of Islam



After centuries of paganism & animism

And the traces of Indianization & polytheism

Came Islam, a religion that worships Allah

From Arabia, brought here by neighbors in Southeast Asia



First by Makhdum, a missionary from Malacca

Then by Raha Baginda, a prince from Sumatra

The former built a mosque & preached Islam by word

The latter brought elephants & propagated Islam by sword



In 1450 came Abu Bakr, an Arab authority

He married Raha Baginda's daughter, Princess Paramisuli

He founded the Sultanate of Sulu, patterned from the Caliphate of Arabia

He unified the Sulu people, both from hilly zone & coastal area



In 1475 came to Cotabato Sharif Kabungsuan

In Maguindanao he became the first sultan

Then from Mindanao, Islam reached Visayas & Luzon

The beginning of our country's Islamization



This is the 5th Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The Advent of Islam

Before Christianity, monotheism here had already come

Islam was our country's first monotheistic religion

God wanted only one god for the diversified Philippine nation.



-05/10/2019

*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Form: Rhyme

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