27 For 27th
Riddles and parables are like the sayings of a muse,
But how i hope to be there for this marriage;
Like the appitude of a beauty with the brightness of love.
27 for 27th when one is about to be married!
Of a joyful heart i do write this poem;
Like the writer's pen with you at times.
The date of an occasion,
Of riddles and parables to respect the muse;
But beauty baths you when the rhythms of the blues are all over you.
Love is like the roses that blooms,
And this is your day in the garden of love;
With the rhythms and the blues to debrief you like a teacher.
This is for your eyes only,
And try to live your life on this day to shine like a star!
Of the hint and the excitments that will swing you with love.
Elevated with the mix of the pleasure to crown 27 for 27th,
Like to say something very witty on that day;
So dance to your muse and,
You will be very pleased to hear the cloud of your extintions!
Like a sweet life on the horizon.
Of a breakdance on a victory lane,
On the muse of this marriage to crown the day;
27 for 27th is the date you will always remember.
Love verses marriage,
Life verses beauty,
A breakdance on a victory lane when two hearts meet;
How i hope to be there for you.
27 for 27th,
Absolute released in the eyes of the people;
And, the adventure is undeniable!
Like the riddles and the parables of life.
The love story about you two,
With the set up of things to this date;
Like a great scene of a marriage which will be in the history books!
Soon to be united as husband and wife.
'Is he smiling? '
'Is she smiling? '
Like the sayings of a muse that unites you two into one today;
This is all about 27 for 27th.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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27th January
The secret of your great strength,
The secret of your great love,
The secret of your great romance,
And like the seven braids of my head;
But to Edward the son of Louis i will write out my mind.
She fell in love and he fell in love,
And in the valley of romance they spent the night;
For he was a mighty man of valour!
To the plain of love and to the plain of aroma,
To the plain of passion and to the plain of romance,
And to wander on the hills of unity to see afar;
But she was a virgin with the muse of Mozart.
The bay of love and the muse of love,
To bewail her virginity in the name of peace;
And with 27th January to fulfil her dreams,
But the muse of marriage came into force.
Morrow, narrow, arrow, sparrow, borrow;
And like a message skin deep!
But she was a special treasure to him.
A cow, a bull, a lamb, a goat;
She was a virgin and he made love with her;
But she was very special to him.
Take up a work in the garden of love and go down deep!
And be joyful in the city of love;
For the swarm of the bees and honey are like,
The sweet songs of love heard on 27th January.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jelena
Of the imaginations of one's journey on earth,
And the values of the timeless treasures of life;
Jelena, the pure gold of Ophir is about to dawn on you.
Marriage is all that it takes for two to be united,
And love is the main key towards it;
But today is the muse of your love to your lover.
The bed of roses is at your doorsteps and,
With the delight of your hearts to unite as one;
Like yesterday's stories goneby.
Of the quality of the rule of a marriage,
Of the quality of the rule of one's life;
Of the quality of the rule of love,
Of the quality of the rule of a romance;
With the expectations to hold on so high when,
True love comes down on you.
Today is the muse of your love to your lover,
And true love is all that it takes for a marriage;
But to your friends and relatives in time like this,
The hopes and dreams ahead of you matters a lot.
To a special person in time like this,
With the blues of your life to share with your lover;
Like timeless treasures of life with an unexpected package.
The rule of marriage is what unites you two,
Like a colourful occasion with a keen curiosity;
But the treasures of life is full of memories to share with your love one.
Of the past events to the present of things around you,
For you two are now one body;
So try to enoy the latest endorsements which are now around you.
To all that muses and to your lover,
With the marriage bells of love to share;
Jelena, just be yourself to your new life in the name of marriage.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Parpa
He is called Parpa ad
My love to him is like beauty and the beast;
But i do know his story and feelings too.
Our hearts will grow on this love,
And i will surrender all that i have to him;
For life is all about the muse of love.
I will not worry much about what i have,
Since i am in love with him;
But when life is empty, where will i go without him?
There are more things we do behind close doors,
And Parpa is my man on this muse so sweet;
For he has all that it takes to love me.
Making love with him is all that makes me go round deeper than ever!
For the first time that i ever saw his face,
I knew that he was the one to carry me on like the blues of songs.
I thought the sun reflected on the rose of love beside me,
So i will never leave him alone on this love;
For Parpa is my man so sweet on this muse that satisfies my heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Summer Time Blues
Try to add perfumes to your minds to meet me there,
The summer is here and it is with the blues;
You are not alone on this hot summer night.
We havethe natural fragrant to keep us going,
The summer time blues to swing with the muse;
You are not alone without the blues.
Scents for your love,
Mid-Summer-Night blues to your taste;
Enjoy the summer with the safety of numbers.
Summer time blues,
The fragrant of love to keep you going;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Summer time blues,
The summer of a muse;
Summer time blues,
The summer of a poem;
With relationships that moves you up.
Summer time blues,
With the heat waves to crown the day;
Perfume your body to meet up to the act.
Let us visit Copacabana and Ipanema this summer,
Of the rocky promontory at sight to give you hope;
Like the summer time blues with your lover.
It is summer time,
Visit the beaches to see things for yourselves;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Meet me there and touch me with your heart.
A summer time love with the blues,
Like the golden grape of my soul;
Summer is the essence of a colourful life.
The sense of reality in times like this,
The heat with love to share with others;
Where the hearts of lovers do meet like,
One's love never touched before.
Summer time blues is all about this muse,
A time of love to share with your lover;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Echo
Rust on his wail and melted like the snow,
And like fair women and brave men;
But death's prophetic ears gather the tears.
Trembling in distress and the look of things,
With checks all pale at night!
And like the flying feet without a rest at last.
Merry as a marriage-bell,
That was the echo of the wind to my ears at last;
But with soft eyes ans the look of the muse of love,
And the pleasant things of love are always around me.
Cold and low ans full of lusty life,
And in beauty's circles i will share my muse with you;
For the breasts of love do water my peaceful garden.
Double joy went through my mind with your muse,
And with rich blossom trees to swing along;
But your deep-blue eyes are here to stay.
The lilies gave me love and peace like,
The fresh water from your ocean of love;
But the echo around me is like the ruler of your waters,
And of the early flowers of the muse of your paradise.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
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Beautiful-Winged-One
Knowing you was the strength of my heart,
But loving you was the hope of my dreams!
And to your red valley i do give my respect.
The blues of spring,
The blues of summer,
The blues of autumn,
The blues of winter,
Meet me there when your flower blooms;
For the Garden of Eden was in Iraq.
The promise land is in Israel and you know my name,
But the Tower of Babel was in Iraq!
So is your dear love to my sweet heart.
My success is your success,
My love is your love,
And everything i have is for you! !
Oh beautiful-winged-one of my hope.
Give me wings to allow me fly along with you,
For gone are my teachers who taught me;
And knowing you today have given strength to my heart.
Gone are the days when i sailed along with the sailors,
But today i am alone in my boat;
And like the promise land which is far from me!
But i will reach there one day with the love of your muse.
My mind is bigger than my shoes!
But i do walk along normally with the sweet muse of my love;
So come to me my beautiful-winged-one,
For today you can read my mind because i am a writer.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The 7th Edition Of My Love
This poem is about the muse of your love,
But many will still wonder why?
Because i was in the bush last night and i saw your tears.
The dog became a god and the rat became a tar!
But war was very raw on your side;
And to leap for joy was like the peal of your muse.
I saw you tears yesterday,
But you can't repel the leper and come to me;
For the heavens know who i am,
But this poem will say it all.
This poem is about the muse of your love,
But what have they done to you my love? !
For i have seen the tears in your eyes.
I have now won the race and,
I will come and save you from this cold;
So put your clothes on without any clues on my muse,
For this era of your love is like the net over ten houses!
But i need a nap for you to use the pan on my stove.
The gel is now on your left leg,
And the dam is now visited by a mad man;
But a man at war is like the sorrows of your muse.
This is the 7th Edition of my love,
But i will come and save you from the heat!
And like shiny leaves with sharp points,
But try to abide in me and live with me in my abode.
Abreast yourself to the matters of love,
And leave your door ajar and let me meet Raja my friend;
For the anagram of my life is all about you,
Because Elvis lives in the land of your muse!
Append to my works to enhance your love,
But things around you are like the era of war!
So live up to the expectations of this poem,
And i will be there to save you with my sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kissing In The Dark
KISSING IN THE DARK
I write our names
on opposite pages
of an out-of-date
diary.
I scrawl myself
on JULY 27th 1986.
I scribble you
on JULY 27th of
that self same year.
It is now
JULY 27th 2012.
We exist...so:
in a time that is no longer
no longer exists.
We are the only words
on our respective pages
as if we were the only
happenings those days
as I close
the book on us
the words of us
touch
each other
word to word
until the last lower case 'e'
of you
fits into the first
capital 'D' of me
like the soft sigh
of a clasp
the syllables of us
kissing in the dark.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Emell
This muse of love is like how to write a song,
This muse of care is like how to write a poem,
This muse of peace is like how to write a stroy,
This muse of joy is like how to write a book,
But, i am now delivered with the muse of your love!
Because, i now live in the land of your muse and,
You are called Emell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Veronika
Listen to your heart beat when it comes to love and,
Take it easy when it comes to life;
For the rose of love is what you are!
Green Hills of Sussex with sex,
Exhilarating the joy of your muse;
But, my love is all that you need,
For, i am Veronika and i am closer to you than ever!
Locve your mind and praise the muse of love,
For, my beauty will bath you all over with joy! !
And like the yellow liquid in the deep blue sea.
The softness of this land is like the muse of the red spot,
But, those who are planted in my house will always stay with me;
For, my beauty will bath you all over with joy! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The 27th of May
From the very early morning
my phone is buzzing with calls,
I answer them today all.
More than that: my computer is hanging
sprinkling me with messages and SMS.
My mailbox is groaning because of loading
but it’s ok for today,
somehow my electronic friend will survive
giving me a drive to hive
in my alive computer
which looks today even cuter
or more like a beehive.
And it seems today I will revive.
So you ask me why?
Here is my reply:
Today on the 27th of May is my birthday.
This is my favorite holiday
which I celebrate every year
without any fear that I become older.
I get presents, good wishes, attention,
nobody mentions my age,
I feel like being on a stage.
May be it sounds a bit egotistic
but I love this day
and for me it is just poetic.
At least once a year I can feel like that
without any regret of the passing years.
I was curious to know
who else was born on this day
and have seen a slide show:
poets and writers, actors and artists….
But the biggest surprise was:
Buddha Purnima, the creator of Buddhism
Was born on the 27th of May.
It is hard to believe today.
Another interesting fact:
Catherine the Great on the 27th of May
Had written a decree
To construct a city Odessa
In the Hadzhibay area,
Now my terra is here.
And my name Larisa means seagull
My parents had chosen it for me
To sail in the sea of life
With a reliable scull.
So, today on the 27th of May
I proclaim Laura's Day. Hurray!
Don’t be afraid to send me messages, love and kisses,
My computer will accept them all,
And under my control will write on your walls:
Love you! Kiss and hug you,
And many thanks to all without end my dear friends.
Larisa Rzepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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Provisions
Oil, wine and some fruits;
And to reassure your sweet love with my muse!
But i met you in am open field last night,
And i will look after you with my love.
Provisions and gifts,
In the open fields of love and care;
But i will surely deliver you with my love,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.
Provisions, soon, son, sons, vision, visions, in, pin, poor!
And all around with the muse of your love;
But write down the words that i have spoken to you in a book,
For my joy is like the muse of the rainbow seen around.
Provisions, on, no, pros, sin, sins, ion, ions, is, in, pins!
But the life of a hunter is like the life of your muse;
And like the joy of your love as seen around,
Because i am ever ready to share my mind with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Poet's Mind So Sweet
Easier said than done,
Of the pros and cons of life;
But you are financially numerated to buy the air.
No means no! Don't pester;
And yes means yes! Don't laugh;
But to enthuse with your muse matters to me like,
A poet's mind so sweet to the world.
About life and love, is it worth the trouble? !
Since, cartoonists are born and not made.
Rumour upon rumour and disaster upon disaster!
The King will mourn for the lost;
And like the frame of the mind to respect the poet.
Your beautiful jewels are the earth's own minerals,
And like a poet's mind shared by many to learn from;
But with the very muse of love so sweet all!
Of flour, honey and oil;
The writer will always write for many to learn from,
But i am naked in the eyes of many with my views.
A poet's mkind so sweet is like the muse of hope and,
Like the days of someone very useful at hand;
But the muse of life is always shared with the tune of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Forty Years Old
The tidings of your melancholy loss,
And received at the other hand to crown your glory;
But ten times more of needful things like the muse of your love,
For i love you with my sincere heart.
Life is like the natural tune coming out from my radio,
And you are mine and i am yours;
For i will repay all that you've lost in this town,
So be confident with your thoughts towards me.
Bound to me only by the links of this love is your muse,
Because you are my daily joy as compared to a common man's life;
But the hiding places beyond the seas are with cheerfulness!
And i will bear your memory with me always.
It was like the love letters full of wondrous news,
And of the forty years old love songs to boast your muse;
But both of us will live to see a better day on this love.
Stong and hale,
Weak and pale,
And like a fairly tale;
But lay now the corner stone with a joyful heart!
And like a leisure hour out of sight,
But we will be pure as the naked heavens one day.
There is comfort in the strength of love,
And of the tidings of your melancholy loss;
But ten time more of needful things like the muse of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kwao
My love is like the wonder of the blues that blues my mind and,
It is with the spirit of a muse that swings along with sincere love;
And it is very original with the fresh ideas from a land beyond.
You are welcome into my sweet arms my love,
For i am the tree standing up high to help you see the world!
And on top me to view the mountains with your sweet love.
You are very handsome and very intelligent,
So come and taste my apples of sweet love from this tree;
For we are all very young and attractive to swing along in love.
Kwao, my love is like the wonder of the blues around you;
And i will love you like the spirit of this muse as well,
For you are welcome into my arms of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Lovely Bird
I am the lovely bird singing on a tree up high above you!
And like the muse of love in the land of peace;
But my lovely words are full of life,
For you need my works to guide you on.
I am the lovely bird that you need around you,
And like the joy of love in the land of care;
But try to understand my words to muse up with your love,
For my songs are full of parables to entice your mind.
Where is your red wine?
Where is the red sea?
Where is your bed of roses?
Where is the narrow path full of love?
For the days are coming when i will be closer to your window!
Because, i have something to do on this earth;
And like the beautiful beads of love as seen around the necks of my people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Today Is My Birthday
Today, the 27th of May, Friday,
I celebrate another birthday.
I again thank God for prolonging my life,
For giving me the strength for the right strife,
For saving me from a danger,
For giving me a chance to understand a stranger.
For forgiving all my sins,
For congratulating with my wins.
Another year of my life has passed.
I hope it won’t be the last.
So, I think it’s early for the summing up,
Many more times I’ll drink my champagne cup.
All I can attempt to do now is:
Lightly touch my opinion and feelings
Upon some dealings within my interests.
Yes, I have more of life experience,
I care about my appearance…..
With greater elaboration and motivation
I chose this or that citation,
And every new day I accept with an elation.
My inside world is young,
I sing the songs I’ve sung,
I love to listen to the new songs.
To the whole world my heart belongs.
I realize the life’s price,
To live on the Earth is really nice.
One more year of my life has passed,
Life goes so fast.
But anyway it’s worth living
With God’s help and His forgiving
I’ll try to do my best in all,
And always to be on the ball.
© Copyright Larisa Rzhepishevska
(Odessa, Ukraine) , May 27th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Fatronat
'Fatronat', fat, on, an, to, no, far, tar, rat, not, ton, oat, afar! !
But, go inside and enjoy it with the muse of your love;
For, it has been prepared for you today in the land of joy.
Just over here,
Just for you to rejoice over it with the sweet muse of your love!
And like the classical music playing around;
But, the beauty of the cave over here is just like,
The sweet muse of your love in this land of joy! ! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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