21 Plus 4
'How old are you? '
I am 21 plus 4 years old;
And matured enough to be your wife.
My name is Joscelyn and,
My flowers are already bloomed for you;
So come into this garden of love and let us live together.
I am the sweet apples and the honey of your tea,
For you can start straight away to enjoy me as you can.
I am matured enough and ready for your love,
Because i can see love in your beautiful eyes.
Come and swing with me like the letters of 'L-O-V-E'!
For my name is Joscelyn and,
I am 21 plus 4 years old;
Matured enough to be your wife if you do care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sweet Smell Of Love
I was born anked into this world and i live in the valley of love,
You were born aromantic and you live in the valley of romance;
So come and let is share the sweet sense of love.
I am a woman with the matured breasts like sweet apples,
And your passion of love is like the sweet honey;
So come and let us join our nakedness together on this love,
Come and swimm in this red sea of mine all day.
For this sweert sense of love needs only you to be around with me,
Come and let your honey flow to me like the sweet milk of love;
For you are all tha t it takes to make me feel all right.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Leroise
Sweet candy and sweet love,
Ride on my love and let me take you to paradise!
Oh my sweet Leroise,
A matured person wants to love you;
And it is better for you to fly high on this love.
You are the dancer's delight and,
I can stand in the rain to wait for your sweet love;
For i am the matured person who wants to love you.
I can stand in the cold for this love and,
To have you in focus all day long!
So just laugh and let your sickness go away.
This love is all about you in the forest and,
This poem is for someone like you;
So come and ride high with me into paradise.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Littlechild
My name is called 'Littlechild' and,
I am like the little child in your house;
But my brain is matured enough to teach you out there.
Entertain me with your love and let me teach you my ways,
For i am planted in a pleasant place of love;
And like matured grapes found in the wilderness with humour, peace and love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eddy
Of your handsome appearance,
Of your loyalty in the name of love;
And this had made all women to love you.
Eddy my love, come and lie with me tonight;
For my bed of roses is waiting for you.
I am in love with you my handsome man,
And my heart is merry with wine because of your love;
So come into my room and make love to me.
My love is as fine as the dust of the earth,
And i want you on this love;
So come and take care of me with your sweet love.
Lie down beside me and keep me warm my sweet lover,
For i am very cold and lonely;
But life is like each man on his mule and,
Each woman on her donkey!
Come and let me taste your nakedness,
For your love is by the Habour River;
Like a 330 kilogram man who marries a 70 kilogram woman.
Of your handsome appearance,
And to swing the muse of love so sweet;
For my love is like poems written for matured minds.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love Benefits
The love benefits from the Creator had made us what we are today,
Like the love benefits to your souls and that of mine.
Fromgenerations unto generations,
With the Universe being created out of love for you and i to live in;
And, there are more to learn from when it comes to love.
Love benefits,
It comes straight from the heart;
But ture love makes you grow without any question.
Love has no age and true love beautifies your body,
But love has it's specialities when you are in the mood;
And it makes you do things that you don't even think of.
It comes strainght from the heart,
Love changes the way you feel, talk and moves;
But when love calls on you,
You will always take care of your clothes.
Love benefits,
Matured love enhances your status-quo;
And you are the benefits of the changes in me.
What is love got to do?
It does many things than you think of,
Because it comes straight from the heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Iwaria
Mother,
I thank you for giving birth to me;
For, i am Iwaria in the beautiful land of flowers;
And, i am 15 years old.
I am now matured enough to understand the muse of love,
And like the chocolate factory closer to our house;
But, this train always passes through my homeland.
my love is now opened to you all,
With skills and the muse of life;
But in tears i do see the negative things around me! !
And, i am yet to grow up enough to be married and become a mother as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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18 Years Old
Tomorrow I'm
18 years old
I been waiting for this all my life
I get to do what I want and now I’m free
Live where I want
Do what I never done before
Date who I want to
Chase after my dream
Now I’m young adult and all grown up
I have to be responbility and make right choice
I start getting and understand life
I’m matured young lady
If I get in trouble now
I will go to jail which I will never do
I’m getting ready to be
18 years old
One day I'm going out in this world and face it’s
There is no hiding
I can’t believe this day come already
I been waiting for this day to come
I get to make my own choices now
I’m finally
18 years old
poem by Christina Phan
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My Beloved
My Beloved, this is a note just to you,
Believe every word because they are true.
When a youth meets the 'love of his life',
He may dare to take her to be his wife.
But is he truly under her spell,
Will he be able to live and love her well?
Or is she a fancy and just a mere toy,
To be cast aside by the boy.
This pair may come from so far apart,
They are two, can they become one heart?
Some will say you should not persist,
Like a leaf in gale to a branch the pair insists.
And so it is Beloved the years have flown by,
Problems like stormy days rush like cloudy skies
There have and will be sunny days to come,
Pleasures by the treasure chest before our days are done.
Because our love has matured as we walk together,
Grown through of drought and gentle times in heather.
I will love you till there are no clouds in the sky,
No grass on the hill and oceans and oceans dry.
Poetry
Brewing a good poem takes time,
Doesn't matured whiskey taste better
On the rocks or with cordial lime?
Also a love matured is sweeter
Poetry is not about using fancy
words,
Though one might employ one or two
For it leads to many roads:
Emotions, memories-
experiences too
Most mistake poetry for the canvas
But is not, It is the journey,
The clay being mould into a vase,
The process of making the honey
It isn't alone the protagonist,
It's every one behind the scenes,
The chemical reaction not the catalyst
Nor the song but why one sings
Poetry is untying a gordian knot simply,
Its teaching angels how to fly,
Nothing like a show of Mr.Ripley,
Its the tears of joy God would cry.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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11 Years Ago!
I was with you 11 years ago,
And now you are matured enough to be married;
However, i am very glad you've taken to my teachings,
And today, your cup overflows with love.
I am the biggest tree nearer to you,
But your love is like a lamp to my feet and a light to my path;
And i have the new moons and the conjuction of the time to share with you.
From sunset and to the moonset,
But i still remember how young you were 11 years ago!
However, be very kind to the man who wants to marry you today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sarah Of Nii Boi Town
Sarah of 'Nii Boi Town',
I don't know who your parents are;
But one day you will intorduce them to me.
I met you many years ago and now,
You are a grown up lady ready to marry;
I really do not know much about your coverd body,
But it is very right to cover your body than to expose it.
Life has taken us so far and,
You've been in the 'Hair-Business' ever since;
For your dressing was all that attracted me,
And you've been closer to me since all these years.
You were different among the others and,
You've learnt enough and you're now a matured woman;
But life does have many rules for us to obey.
Be yourself and be ready to learn always,
For you will marry someday very soon;
You've only told me about your mother of whom,
I am yet to meet in your land of 'Hair-Business'.
Please try to hold on to your status-quo for,
I still want to know much about you;
And love is like the wind that blows about,
So be very strong on your dreams.
Life is like the waves that moves about and,
The peace of the mind is what we need always;
For you really know who i am,
And like your neighbour next door who cares.
You know my elp since all these years and,
Of the care and peace that we share;
So do stay cool and be prepared always!
For the muse of love is about to infuse your body and,
I will be waiting to hear from you once again.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wingless Angels
Oh what a joy! !
It is rippled enough to be entered;
But are you matured enough to taste my love? !
For the closed doors of love are now opened.
You always want it closed so take care of it,
I always want it opened so take care of me;
For a sweet song is a sweet song!
And like the Wingless Angels around my love.
Oh what a joy! !
A nice kiss is a nice kiss,
And a nice look is a nice look!
But i have the Weingless Angels around me,
And like a beautiful lady and a handsome man.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Queen Mother
Oh my 'Queen Mother',
How sweet are your breasts as i do see them?
For they are swollen up with love and,
Very attractive for the eyes and the hands to touch them;
But i am the one who want to love you the more!
I fell once and i have learnt my lessons well,
So stop crying and let me care for you;
Because the rainbow had already heard your message of love!
And i will do the rest if you just sleep on my laps.
Your breasts are swollen up and very succulent!
And you are now a matured lady and,
I will press very close to the walls of your love;
For what is sweet are in your breasts and,
What is loveable are on your lips.
I will hold you tight all night long my 'Queen Mother';
For the night is cold i want your sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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11 Plus 11
My name is Carlisa and i live on an Island called Carlisa,
I am very shy and beautiful and i am 11 plus 11 years old;
Come to me and my sweet apples will let you touch me.
I am young and beautiful and my sweet apples are very nice!
They are very succulent to eat and i will show you love;
So you are invited to this Island of love,
For i am 11 plus 11 years old and i will take you in.
Let the earth go round with meekness and,
Show kindness always that somebody may gain the harmony of life too;
For i am 11 plus 11 years old and the muse of life is like,
The donkey and the monkey around me.
Come and let me take you in,
For this Island of love will be your home forever!
I am very young and beautiful and you are welcome home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Song for my Wife
my wife, my beloved wife...
my best friend forever
though it is not our anniversary,
yet there is nothing to celebrate,
I love you so much
I love you every day
until we die together
do you know until now,
we had the best family,
i had two beautiful daughters
my dear wife,
every time i wake up in the morning,
i always see your beautiful eyes
i love the warmth of you body
when ever you sleep in my arms
i feel your love so tender,
o my wife, my beloved wife
thought our marriage is not perfect
all I wish is to grow old with you.
poem by Rey Benipayo
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Francoise
I will come to you like a bridegroom from a canopy but,
Look how the stars have spelt out your name on this love;
For you are sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.
I came out of my mother's womb and,
I drank my mother's milk from her breasts;
But today i am a grown up with matured teeth!
But outside me are many wars than love.
Come to me on Francoise,
For the dark clouds are under my feet;
And i am floating in the air to touch your heart with my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stand
I held your hand,
To help you stand,
So that you wouldn't fall.
And so we went,
Through the grass and dirt,
Together we took our walk.
We took our stroll,
On miles on end,
And not once did you loose faith,
For I was there holding your hand,
And keeping your little leg's straight.
I was the leader,
Your father, your dad,
Wherever I'd go you went.
You were my child,
My baby my son,
You showed me what true love meant.
For you were me,
My twin, myself,
When I was but your age.
And you did the things,
That I once did,
How I wish age wasn't a haste.
Now the years have gone on by,
We both now have matured,
And as I look, now I see,
My little boy had grown.
He stands alone so straight and tall
And smiles so proud and free,
And now I know he is a man,
For he is there, to help me stand.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Beautiful Flower
A tiny bud
Took birth in a garden
Matured into a beautiful flower
It’s Eye catching colors
Maddening aroma
Became center of attraction
For one and many
All coming to the garden
Adored it
Fellow flowers
Became envious
The beautiful flower saw all this
But kept on blooming
Didn’t bother
Who is envious or attracted?
Continued
Spreading fragrance
Without getting distracted
Kept on doing
What he had to do
One day it perished
Justified its birth
Before dying
Leaving pleasant memories
For those who
Saw and smelled it
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Am Married
I told you these things wqhen i was with you,
But i am now gone away from you and you are still loookinf for my love;
In those days you said that you were too young to fall in love,
And now that you are matured you are looking for my love!
But sorry, i am now far away from you and i am married.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ibrahim
Relics, arts, culture and love;
With the information of an embankment zone!
But her scent is all that it takes.
A spring of flowers and the mixture of perfumes,
Don't put all your eggs in one basket;
For the feelings of love is all around you.
Exquisite pillars of love in the forest,
Rapture at shore with the fishermen at hand;
But my lovely water melons are matured enough for you.
Ibrahim,
You are my one and only man!
And you are like the appearance of a fertile land;
But this act of love is all about you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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