A Marvellous Poem
A marvellous poem,
Written with great skill!
But where is my lover who left me last night?
For the imaginary style of my muse is highly rich for her;
But i will feel obliged to see her once again in my life.
Tastefully, full, fully, taste, tasteful, eat, east, at, as, tea, ate;
Butm why can't she call? ! !
Tastefully, state, sate, late, yes, say, lay, sea, seat, fall, falls;
But, who have seen her?
Tastefully, tall, stay, fat, fell, yell, tell, sell, set, sat, fast;
But, what made her leave?
Tastefully, feast, yeast, tease, ease, lease, let, last, feat, yet;
But i hope to see her once again in my life,
And like the muse of love in the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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How Do You Sleep
Ive seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead
All dressed up dinner, looked so fine
Your shining silver salver so tastefully powdered
With the finest military quick lime
Now try and picture this, as I gave you a kiss
The apple in your mouth slipped in mine
The orchestra played the sweetest serenade
We laughed as we put away your wine
So raise your glasses, heres a toast to wasted lives
May all their ghosts come back to haunt you
And tell you how they died
How do you sleep?
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
How do you feel when you close your eyes, and try and drift away?
Does it feel any better now?
Does it mean any more when the angel of death comes knock, knocking,
And banging at your door?
When all the fun was over, I put you on my shoulder
Took you home, away from it all
Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed
Tastefully hung up on my wall
Are my dreams your nightmares? I hope they all come true
Get off your knees, the partys over
Im coming home to you
How do you sleep?
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
How do you feel when you close your eyes, and try and drift away?
Does it feel any better now?
Does it mean any more when the angel of death comes knock, knocking,
And banging at your door, at your door?
song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Do You Sleep
I've seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead
All dressed up for dinner looked so fine
You shining silver salver so tastefully powdered
With the finest military quick lime
Now try and picture this as I gave you a kiss
The apple in your mouth slipped in mine
The orchestra played the sweetest serenade
We laughed as we put away your wine
So raise your glasses here's a toast to wasted lives
May all their ghosts come back to haunt you
and tell you how they died
How do you sleep?
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
How do you feel when you close your eyes and try and drift away?
Does it feel any better now?
Does it mean anymore when the angel of death
Comes knock knocking and banging at your door?
When all the fun was over
I put you on my shoulder
Took you home away from it all
Shot down and claimed
Mounted and framed
Tastefully hung upon my wall
Are my dreams your nightmares?
I hope they all come true
Get off your knees
The party's over
I'm coming home to you
How do you sleep?
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
How do you feel when you close your eyes and try and drift away?
Does it feel any better now?
Does it mean anymore when the angel of death
Comes knock knocking and banging at your door?
At your door?
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Second Coming
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Real-Estate
Real-Estate, real, estate, state, taste, east, eat, ale, tea, set, sale, sales, ate;
In the thirty-seventh year with your love,
And like your battle axe and your weapons of war!
But the horse and its rider are now killed with your bombs! !
Real-Estate, at, as, art, last, late, rate, rates, sea, sear, tear, tears, tale, tales;
And like the muse of love in the land of hatred!
But rise up to the challenges around you and be yourself;
For many wrs ar now waging on!
Real-Estate, ear, era, are, seat, lease, star, rat, tar, tease, salt, ease, sat, ears;
And like your love behind the works of war! !
But be very wise to move on peacefully with your mind;
For the real-estate business is like the muse of your love surrounded with troubles.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I dress to kill, but tastefully.
quote by Freddie Mercury
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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I know of my sex appeal. I know about sexuality, and I know how to use it - tastefully, of course.
quote by Rachel Bilson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nudity, in the right way, can enhance a film or a TV program or a TV commercial. If it's done tastefully it can make it more of an interesting product.
quote by Mark Roberts
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It Is My Preference That Has Changed
You've adopted images created,
To become your beliefs.
Even love you claimed for me,
Was conditional.
And now the functions of your conditions,
Increasingly appear to be dysfunctional.
To make my 'nonacceptance'...
Tastefully more appealing than ever.
Well...
Let me say this to you,
I was never into champagne.
And you made it quite clear,
You would never drink beer.
And even if you did...
You couldn't afford me or it.
Not now.
It is my preference that has changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crooked
Crooked.
There is nothing straight about it.
There is nothing in the eyes,
Or the face that projects...
An honesty that's been sewned,
For an expected harvest
That reaps up rot instead of respect.
Crooked.
Like snakes with coiled tails.
Thieves bewitched like these,
Should not be speaking to appease...
With such ease.
Crooked are the hoodwinkers' comments.
And what they have done...
Should land everyone of them in jail!
Tastefully displayed...
And yet crooked are the beasts that lead.
Living in shells and crawling to prevail,
Like escargot when 'cooked'...
Are nothing more than scavenger low life snails!
Feeding on and releasing junk,
Are the crooked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knitted Well
The quality of this poem is knitted well!
Flow, low, below, blow, slow, cow, row;
Because,100 over 100 equals to 1.
The texture of this poem is knitted well!
Well, fell, bell, tell, hell, sell, cell, dell;
For we now see what is going on in Syria! !
War, tar, bar, star, car, gar, far, jar, mar, par;
With tangible images and tangible reasons,
And like a phenomenal man and a phenomenal woman!
But this war is killing many.
Clove, glove, prove, hove, strove, wove, stove;
And, what a nice poem that it is!
For, it is in it if,
It is with the muse of love!
And like the tender words of your muse,
But we now know what is going on in Syria.
100 over 100 is equal to 1!
But the poetry of life is always arouns us;
For the theme of this poem is fantastic! !
Bow, glow, how, vow, wow, grow, know;
And like the sweet muse of love.
Mow, now, sow, tow, throw, crow, show;
And like a nice image,
Shell, yell, jell, ell, quell, tell;
With its mystical muse like the melody of your music!
But the bombs are destroying everything.
Love, dove, drove, rove, shove, cove, grove;
With this superb peom to satisfy your muse,
But the poetry of life is always around us!
And we should find peace on earth always through this poetic life.
Sweet scent of freedom!
And like the modern songs in the land of your muse,
Because,100 over 100 equals to 1;
And this poem is knitted well,
But the poor moon weeps in the land of your muse because of this war!
When will these bombs stop falling on them? !
For the rich moon laughs in another land and,
The poor moon weeps in the land of Syria;
And the bombs are falling on them from every angle!
But, i do hope for peace in your land as well.
The philosopher,
Your choices,
The lessons,
Your actions,
And like my people being punished because of this war!
For, the mortal beings are now becoming immortal;
And, there are no graves to bury many of them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho - Be Victorious
Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Come on in and join us under this big
Well decorated and tastefully coloured shelter
Come on in and join us under the
Glittering blue sky and celebrate thy victory
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Despite the fact that thou know
As each day passes thou art nearing thy death
Be thou victorious
Be thou victorious and dance on
The ever burning earthly turmoil
As the flames of black coal
Dance with the waving wind
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Blow away thy sleep
From thy ever bright eyes
And in thy demonstration
Show to the world
That thou art victorious
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Extend thy tender fingers to reach out
The shining stars on the sky
Brushing aside the dogma around them
Be thou victorious
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Overcoming all the obstacles
Bottlenecks between thou and the victory
Let thou be crowned with victory always
Be thou victorious
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Despite thy knowing thy weaknesses
But thou know how to harness thy strengths
And emerge victorious
In all challenging situations
Be thou victorious
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Be thou victorious, be thou victorious
Come on in and join us under this big
Well decorated and tastefully coloured shelter
Come on in and join us under the
Glittering blue sky and celebrate thy victory
Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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In a lot of films, they're showing more complete, developed characters of diverse ethnic backgrounds. The larger concern is to be able to tastefully explore the stereotypes, and still move past them to see the core of people.
quote by Forest Whitaker
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My Fancy
She is my queen and I her king
Loving her is easier than breathing
For her my heart is truly yearning
She makes me smile without trying
How lucky am I
She’s my girl and I her guy
Her smallest wish I could never deny
When she’s sad, rain falls from the sky
She always sets my mind at ease
She is even cooler than a spring breeze
To all men hearts she has the keys
She’s more satisfying than the sweetest melodies
She’s a beautiful rose in my garden fair
When she calls on me, I will always be there
She’s the reason why love songs are written
By her I have sincerely been smitten
By her charm I am possessed
With her I am deeply obsessed
An angel without rhyme or reason
She causes fruits to bear in any season
She brings me such great joy
Willingly I would be her boy toy
Of my country, she is the viceroy
What we’ve build no man can destroy
Richer than chocolate brownies
More desirable than a box of candies
So much finer than red wine
Sweeter than berries ripening on the vine
Only her I fancy
She’s the height of ecstasy
She’s more like a fantasy
Her touch has me tipsy
She is tastefully sexy
She is hot and spicy
I gave her my heart gladly
This is why I love her so badly
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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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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Something So Feminine About A Mandolin
By: jimmy buffett, jane slagsvol
1975
It was late in the evenin, just a few of us pickin
But the lady she played so easy and fine
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
They planted this song in my mind
Chorus:
cause theres somethin so feminine about a mandolin
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin so quickly
Made this boy want to sing
And when I get older and I have a daughter
Ill teach her to sing and play her my songs
And Ill tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along
And maybe one day shell take a fancy to pickin
cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing
cause theres somethin so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin in a pasture somewhere near austin
That mandolin made me sing
Her mandolin made me sing
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Alternative II
Alternative, native, altar, alter, at, in, an, tin, tan, net, ten, heat, tea, eat;
Feel my love and feel the difference,
And like a colourful bird in the land of your muse.
Alternative, riven, rivet, tale, later, late, veer, veil, era, ear, are, ant, sate;
Feel my muse and feel my mind,
And like a singing bird in the land of your muse.
Alternative, tree, rate, van, vet, vain, vat, tail, tie, tear, rat, tar, naive, it;
And to satisfy the desire of your love in the land of your muse!
But i am all that you need on this side of the river.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Explorations: XXI
Carefully
Tastefully
Measured in
Single syllables
Widening craters
In relationships
Can't conceal
The monotony within
That throws the balance
Of the relationships
To one side...
You gather the beginnings
Hidden in your secret pocket
To make the balance even-
A vain attempt like
Filling a basket with water;
Tying up smoke into a bundle!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Hassan
Put a cube of sugar into your small tea cup and drink your tea with care,
There you will feel the taste of my love like the land of many flowers!
Now put another cube of sugar into a very big tea cup and drink your tea,
Nut this time around without mush feelings of my muse like the first tea cup;
For this is the truth about life because, there are various actions on this earth!
But they are all not written down in books for many readers to have the impact.
Hassan my lover,
Wake up to the facts of life and think about the concentrations of things;
But many are diluted for many reasons,
So seek out for the right books in life to lead you on to meet your goals.
A cube of sugar gas the clue like the glue for your shoes,
But try to taste life in the right ways than wasting it! !
Because not all the written books do have the same impact on the readers,
But life must surely go on!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cross River State
Port Harcourt, Enugu, Makurdi, Kaduna, Zaria;
Living in my hut in Ogoja to satisfy my muse,
But the muse of my love comes from Cross River State.
Kano, Jos, Sokoto, Lagos, Abeakuta;
The story of my life style to muse uo with my culture,
But the muse of my home comes from Cross River State.
Ogoja, Abakaliki, Obudu, Baterik, Obubra;
This story of my various movements is all about Nigeria,
And this muse of mine is all about my love in Cross River State.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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At The Theatre
I got bored looking at the stage
and raised my eyes to the box circle.
In one of the boxes I saw you
with your strange beauty, your decadent youthfulness.
My thoughts turned back at once
to all I'd heard about you that afternoon;
my mind and body were aroused.
And as I gazed enthralled
at your languid beauty, your languid youthfulness,
your tastefully discriminating dress,
in my imagination I kept picturing you
the way they'd talked about you that afternoon.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Me And You II
This poem os for me and you,
But the world can also read it to learn from it;
For it is all about the love that we share,
And like the muse of the rainbow in the land of joy.
Come and feel my muse with your love,
Come and let me lead you on;
For this narrow path of love is lijke the muse of the blue sea,
But the red sea is closer to your house.
I am the one that you need,
You are the one that i need,
And like a jooy ride in the land of roses!
For, this poem is only for me and you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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