Adjudged
Powers,
Hastily,
Adjudged;
But occasional with the muse of the Monarchy!
However, there will surely be another time for us to meet again.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Helena
Bolt and nut,
Bring the washer in between to satisfy my muse;
For i am Helena in the land of your muse!
Lost, cost, post, host, most;
I am Helena and i want your love;
But the bananas and the mangoes are not yet matured,
So try to fix up things to meet up to m ymuse.
Toll, doll, loll, moll, poll, roll;
Watch my lips and try to understand my words,
For the washer in between will surely satisfy my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Annabel
It will surely rise up!
Because, i am Annabel in the land of your muse;
And like the works of art and the beauty of your love,
For, the colour of the sea is like the muse of your town.
I know your mind and,
You are unable to hide this muse from me! !
For, it will always rise up to satisfy me;
And like the joy of success!
But, try to understand my sweet muse around you always.
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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An Occasional Dream
I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And wed speak of the swedish room
Of hessian and wood
And wed talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise...
Some things we could do
In our madness
We burnt one hundred days
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me
An occasional dream
And wed sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago
And I still cant touch your name
For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me
In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
Time
An occasional dream
Of mine
An occasional dream
Of mine
An occasional dream
Of mine
song performed by by David Bowie
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I don't accept at all the quite popular argument that the press is responsible for the monarchy's recent troubles. The monarchy's responsible for the monarchy's recent troubles. To blame the press is the old thing of blaming the messenger for the message.
quote by Anthony Holden
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You do now have one in three people, as shown by the famous Carlton Monarchy debate poll, saying they want to get rid of the Monarchy. That was unthinkable even three, four years ago.
quote by Anthony Holden
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From The Time We Say Goodbye
By the time you say goodbye
By the time you say cheerio
Well take a handshake through
On your journey as you go
Keep a prayr within your heart
That the time will surely fly
To the day when we shall meet again
By the time you say goodbye
Hmmm.....
Yes listeners, we have been coming to you
Live on a crystal ballroom high above the hotel jamestown
In picturesque western new york
As your program draws to a close
It gives me profound pleasure to say cheerio
To the strains of miss natalie merchant and her choir
And so now it only remains for me to say... goodnight
By the time you say goodbye
By the time you say cheerio
Well take a handshake through
On your journey as you go
Keep a prayr within your heart
That the time will surely fly
To the day when we shall meet again
By the time you say goodbye
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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A May Night on the Mountains
’Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin,
These long ‘small hours’ of night,
When grass is crisp, and the air is thin,
And the stars come close and bright.
The moon hangs caught in a silvery veil,
From clouds of a steely grey,
And the hard, cold blue of the sky grows pale
In the wonderful Milky Way.
There is something wrong with this star of ours,
A mortal plank unsound,
That cannot be charged to the mighty powers
Who guide the stars around.
Though man is higher than bird or beast,
Though wisdom is still his boast,
He surely resembles Nature least,
And the things that vex her most.
Oh, say, some muse of a larger star,
Some muse of the Universe,
If they who people those planets far
Are better than we, or worse?
Are they exempted from deaths and births,
And have they greater powers,
And greater heavens, and greater earths,
And greater Gods than ours?
Are our lies theirs, and our truth their truth,
Are they cursed for pleasure’s sake,
Do they make their hells in their reckless youth
Ere they know what hells they make?
And do they toil through each weary hour
Till the tedious day is o’er,
For food that gives but the fleeting power
To toil and strive for more?
poem by Henry Lawson
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Tashi
Eat it all and eat it raw!
And, drink it hot like a cocoa drink;
For, i need you to satisfy my icy world with your love.
Of the gold vest hanging in your room,
With the status of puberty to develop your regular spot;
For, it is time for the bathroom!
However, your mother didn't tell you the truth.
You are now a grown up lady with your date of birth,
But you are like the Easter Bunny!
However, your mother didn't tell you the truth;
And, time will surely call on you one day.
Tashi! !
Eat it all and eat it raw;
And like the bushman with a meat at hand,
But, time will surely call on you one day.
Brush up on your Biology to take a stand on this issue!
For, you now have this muse of love at hand;
But eat it all and eat it raw! !
And like the hot cocoa drink in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Missing Gold
As smart as a snkae and as nimble as a rat,
As slow as a tortoise and as fast as a deer,
I am a hero from zero;
As lovely as a child and as romantic as a kiss,
As lonely as the forest and as soft as the wool,
My door is always open to you all;
And like the brooks of April rain in the forest of my home.
She is gone out of my hands but,
One day i will find her again to sing the love song together;
Because she cares more about you and i do care about her too.
Of her love so perfect and so sweet but,
One day i will find her again to know more about her muse.
Time took her away from me and i can't easily forget about her,
And like the first found bride of yester-eve;
But profane the soil now more.
I will surely find this missing gold one day,
And i will be a here in the strife;
So let the dead past bury its dead.
I am the one she will always remember in her life,
Ans of her heart of roses full of love;
But the art of loving her is like the time fleeting around my mind!
And the sound i hear now is like the dead that slumbers,
But i will act in living present with the care of her muse.
She will always be in my dreams and like,
The voices of the night when lovers meet;
But tomorrow we will meet again on this love gone too soon.
I am the true lover of her heart and she really knows that,
And like the fingerprints on the walls of love as exposed to all;
But love will always find a way on this issue at hand.
I have the golden key for her heart because,
The boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom!
For she is all that the muse of love gave to me and,
I will always remember the days with her together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Like A Muse
Look around to meet your lover,
And over the mountain's range!
Which muses like a muse,
For love is always there for those who are ready.
Search around and go to the blue mountains as well,
For there you will meet your lover like a muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jamie doesn't like to do anything hastily, and I like to do everything incredibly hastily. So therein you have the dichotomy of our patterns.
quote by Adam Savage
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Hot Noodles!
Hot noodles!
Vigorous,
On the road,
With my health and my stregth,
But, whoever can't see it must touch it.
Original!
Here i am;
Home sweet home! !
With your muse,
With my muse;
However, you can feel it when you can't hear it.
Clock, flock, hock, block, lock, dock!
With the muse of your love,
And like chatting with your teacher;
Very active! !
Because you were just paid;
But, mighty be your powers.
Jock, rock, knock, stock!
Just got paid,
reaper, repair! !
Cream and butter,
Love and romance,
And like 40 light years away!
But this frozen planet is like the muse of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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Phase Seven
Call my name and i will answer you,
And like the muse of your love hidden away from the masses! !
But in peace i will seek for your secret path,
For in it i will surely find your home.
Today is like the day of peace than the days of war! !
And like the muse of your love so hidden away from the masses;
But i will surely find a way to get to you,
Because you are all that t need on this lonely path!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Is Better Now
when the two of you
meet again
you become complete
strangers
in all your pretenses
smiles that do not mean
and occasional touches
that on the surface
feigns the warmth
fools the two of you
have become
before you wanted love that much
but time gave you
none
now you want to remember
but the walls have become so thick
to think
oh well
life's like that
even when we were small
when mother says
there is a place where
we cannot play
there is time when we have
to stop
reckoning
when darkness begins
to eat
whatever light is left
in our heads.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Babylon III
The rebellious religions of Babylon,
You knew your wives and they conceived and bored you children!
But i am now alone in Babylon searching for my way out,
And your wives will surely take care of your many children!
Oh Babylon! !
The time has come for you to repent;
For sadness is found in the land of your muse,
And i will surely find my way home someday.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There may be writing groups where people meet but it's occasional. You really do it all at your own computer or your own typewriter by yourself.
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
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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