ACP Estates
Exclusive ACP Estates,
One roon upstairs with WC and Bath;
And like a Walk-in-Shower in the land of your muse,
But attached to the main building is a wall ensuring your privacy! !
For, the very large Master Bedroom is fitted with side wardrobes and copious storage space.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Priced to move quickly
This is an exclusive listing,
one of the nicer properties we've had.
If you like it, you should make an offer.
It won't stay on the market long.
They intended it as a retirement home.
The house itself is only five years old.
The kitchen is fully appliance,
everything in mint condition,
hardly used at all.
The dining area sits six.
If you remove this leaf,
it's perfect for two.
As we move into the living room
I should point out,
the larger sofa's a sleeper.
And look at this view!
You can walk across your lawn
and be at the beach.
They were married twenty-five years.
Notice that there are two full baths
with lots of counter space
and cupboards for storage.
The master bedroom gets sun all morning
and you have direct outside access
through these double doors.
The fence, streetside, and the trees in back
afford complete privacy.
There's a divorce involved.
They've attached a complete list
of everything that goes with the property.
It's all here, the dishes, pots and pans,
appliances, two sofas,
the dining set, the two canvas chairs
on the desk outside the master bedroom.
In fact, the form says it comes furnished
with everything but hope.
Would you like to make an offer?
©1993
poem by Lynn Cohen
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Moreover, in Russia there was an enormous amount of landed property to be divided, large estates, crown lands, government land, and the estates held by the monasteries.
quote by Herman Gorter
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The People Upstairs
The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Asinga
Cat walk,
Dog walk,
Horse walk,
Cow walk;
And like an open window in the land of your sweet muse,
But, remember me when you get there!
For, i am Asinga in the sweet land of love.
It was blue but,
It became white later!
It was red but,
It became yellow later!
And like the muse of my friend in the land of joy! !
But, i saw the lonely star up high waiting for me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Come Upstairs
(carly simon/mike mainieri)
Sitting in a car here
After a party where weve seen
Everyone weve known for years
Well Ive known you for years
Oh but now its all changed
And all of my feelings
Have been rearanged
(chorus)
Come upstairs
Well be all alone
Come upstairs
No one will know
Come upstairs
We can take of the phone
Come upstairs
You can take of my clothes
Say that it feels good
Maybe too good to say that it feels like a dream
You want to knock on some wood
Well Ill give you some wood
And Ill give you some fire
Ill give you myself
And I will show you my desire
Come upstairs
Well have a few laughs
Come upstairs
Well take a bath
Come upstairs
Its only one flight
Come upstairs
You can stay overnight
Ill give you some wood
Yeah, Ill give you some fire
Ill give you myself
And I will show you my desire
Chorus
song performed by by Carly Simon
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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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Building A House Of Your Own
to a newly wed couple
building a house is poetry
each nipa shingle is a memory
put on top of another to make
a roof, an imagery of protection,
each wall is respect for privacy
each beam is stability
each door is a security
each window an eye
the house is the nest of this
new found love
and then a baby is born
giving them hope
as they both shower their affection
and as love grows there
like a well tended tree
as time strengthens their company
the house you know
has become their home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Storage Space
She had been asked to use her uterus,
To incubate the birth of someone else's child.
She was asked if she would keep it baked...
And to become a surrogate,
For a while.
I know my ideals are old fashion.
And a gift wished by another,
Should not be denied.
But if I carried something within me,
For nine months.
It would be hard to see...
Someone take it from my side.
Or denied me the opportunity...
To rush to comfort my child,
When my child cried.
Some have called me a 'mother'.
By another name attached and meant.
And perhaps it is good I am not that kind.
Since I can not perceive myself...
As a storage space,
To be paid nine months for rent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I just got a house a few months ago and the upstairs is being done, which is like where I'm gonna be staying, living most of the time. There's two different entrances. I'll have my own privacy - my own space. Kind of be on my own but not too far from home. My family is gonna be moving out probably at the end of the year.
quote by Jesse McCartney
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The 'Good' Life
Wake up in the morning to screaming,
Reporters getting into your personal life,
No privacy,
As you walk down the street,
You are followed constantly by people you do not know
No privacy
You break up with your girlfriend, for the fifth time
It’s on the cover of a magazine
No privacy
Every fucking shit we take,
It’s recorded somewhere
No privacy
You die a tragic death at a young age,
People who you have never met attend your funeral
No privacy
This is what we call the “good” life…
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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Jerusalem
The holy land of children of Israel
Has been staining with the blood
Of innocent people for such along time!
The Jews, the Christians and the Muslims
Should live in peace and harmony
Side by side on the much disputed land
Since it’s holy to all of them.
The mosque of the prophets
Should be extended
With a view to make space
For all the three adherents of faith.
I know it’s a small piece of land
But we can solve the problem
By building skyscrapers.
O Jerusalem can’t you see
Your children are fighting against each other?
Please pray to God to end the conflict
poem by Asif Andalib
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Yagir
Ceramic,
Floor tiles,
To the window level;
With fitted kitchen to satisfy your muse!
But, i am Yagir on the walkway.
An appointment,
With paved driveway;
An appropriate thing,
With manoeuvres!
The act of love,
From the landscaping;
With,12 feet wall! !
And like your love behind-the-scene,
But followinng a tip off to meet your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Put The World In Order
Cain, pain, stain, train, rain, main, drain, chain, plain, vain, lain, brain;
And like silent killers in the land of your muse!
But affecting all of us in this world,
However, try to learn for the better always in life to respect the muse of peace.
Specialist,
Ingested,
Steadily,
Microbes;
And like the muse of your love in the land of beautiful roses,
But try to do the right things always to put the world in order!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Erander
Governor,
Applied,
Subjects,
Plural,
Rendered!
With a pronoun attached to the muse of your love;
But with different meaning! !
For i am Erander in the land of your muse,
And like the joy of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A House of Memories
Four generations of my family have lived in that house,
everytime I pass it fresh memories are aroused.
It was once filled with laughter, music and conversation,
now there’s only creaking floors and insect habitation.
My younger sister and brother were born in the master bedroom
and their cries are in my memories as they left mum’s womb.
With the midwife shouting for more hot water and towels,
and dad pacing the floor listening for the new baby’s howl.
The happy times ended when sis fell from her bedroom window,
we all blamed ourselves and for years we suffered in sorrow.
Mum and dad spoke as if she was still about the house each day;
to them reality had died and their sadness was hidden away.
Soon after my older brother went to war at the age of eighteen,
he was captured by the enemy and never again seen.
My granddad was killed whilst working underneath his car,
the jack gave way and he wasn’t missed for over an hour.
My young brother was an adventurer and explored the garden well,
the rope snapped and he drowned, it must’ve been hell.
Mum and dad had so much pain and distress locked inside,
they said nothing could stop their misery except suicide.
A week or so later, the morning began unlike any other day,
the master bedroom was quiet in an odd sort of way.
My twin sister and I had this feeling of gloom and despair
we broke down and cried before we got upstairs.
We entered the master bedroom and saw mum and dad,
in each others arms, no longer looking sad.
And now there’s just my darling sister and me,
who daily live with our childhood memories.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The bathing adventure
Blue and white fishes on a string
hangs on the bathroom wall,
a striped white and blue tiller
stands at the bath’s taps,
a small light tower
is warning on the edge of the bath
and a dark blue anchor,
alone against the wall
entice you to become part
of the bathing adventure
and the tiller man
is still ashore
while the water splashes into the bath.
I wonder why you enjoy it so much
to splash around like a kid
in the soothing hot water
and it’s very nice,
to wash my cares away
in the big bath.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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The Building....
sometimes he is so concerned about the facade of the building,
asking if the signage is correct,
the color of the paint,
the metal used,
he walks away,
holds his chin,
takes a look again,
and turns his face
smirks,
he sits on the side of the road
fronting the structure
he is silent
and then comes up with a word
but he does not want to say it,
definitely there will be no changes in the facade
she tells him firmly
just like what her mother did to her dad
whom she always called stupid
lazy-bone
good for nothing
male,
he is different
he sees to it that history does not repeat itself this time
he calls the engineer
thru his celfon
'my own decision finally is to demolish the building' he said
with a firm deep voice
like the ocean
he assumes the shape of
the whale
this time.
there will be no other one,
the land must have only space
nothing but space
no one deserves to be
in this place anymore
she commented though
everything is for sale
at the right price.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A burning desire
It is burning desire from heart of a lover
He can’t hide it from anybody under some cover
It may come to be known to every one
It may move on smoothly if objected by none
It may remain his exclusive desire to go for it alone
He may want her to remain under his exclusive domain
His main worry is just to keep her by his side
She should remain there and stay permanently beside
He may act unwise and dream in fool’s paradise
He may consider her as things of merchandise
No resistance from her can be tolerated by him at any stage
He may try to remain calm and peacefully manage
He has many dreams to materialize
He builds castle in the air and wants to realize
It can help him to live like king’s size
There is nothing wrong if nothing goes wrong and boat to capsize
It may be strong desire to move hand in hand
She may have to side with him and act as friend
This may possible be the road to an end
Flowers of all kinds with best wishes are daily sent
He would want to her to remain at door steps
She must welcome him try to help
The relaxation can be extended by her kind gesture
The happiness may always be there if she is completely sure
Who will not his companion to remain always in sight?
She will come willingly to the cause whether wrong or right
It will be earnest attempt to walk along in difficult time
The priorities may be different but goal will remain as prime
It is not mad man’s race to go for it and capture
It may develop crack and relations stand to rupture
It needs confidence building with full trust
To win over the hear is condition and must
Let us not remain confined to desires and wait it to come
Everybody may think of it and try to overcome
Sincere trial may be good step and welcome
It is desirable to prove worth of it or try to become
It is not wrong to dream about future course
It has to be based on realities of course
It may not run aground for the want of reality
It has to have complete theme with continuity
It may add to fragrance with good smell
There may be different stories to tell
The desires can be met if everything goes well
It will be surrender not arising out of sale
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We want to be sensitive to people's concerns about privacy about their personal being and things, while ensuring that everybody on every flight has been properly screened.
quote by John Pistole
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