Aloui
Passive, pensive, lucrative, expensive, receive, deceive!
And like the drink that you gave to your wife;
But, the shady oaks are now clear to us today.
Attractive, active, submissive, massive, reactive, arrive!
And like a metal barrier;
But, i am called Aloui! !
So, bring in the scholar to teach me;
For, the muse of my love is now here to stay in this land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Livingstone II
I am always with you my love,
And like a sign of love in the land where you do sing;
But this diner of your love is like the dinner in the schools,
However, active and passive in the land of the rainbow.
Livingstone, Venn, Leo, Leon, lion, loin, sing, ego, tong;
But let my love find you and,
Let my love find the way to your heart.
Livingstone, living, live, stone, in, is, one, tone, lit;
But i am always with you my love,
And like a song with the sign of your muse.
Livingstone, ton, not, on, no, go, gone, sit, set, let;
And like the light of your love around me always!
But the diner of your love is like the dinner in the schools.
Livingstone, nine, none, lone, log, son, sin, gin, line, leg;
With the joy of your muse in the land of the rainbow!
But this love is like the muse of the peace always around you.
Livingstone, legs, song, sine, give, toe, toes, got, Inn;
But with the joy of your sweet muse to satisfy my always!
However, active and passive in the land of the rainbow.
Livingstone, vine, vet, vest, get, net, ten, nest, lest, list;
But, all the birds are singing for joy as well!
For, you are all that i need.
Livingstone, ling, lings, lie, lies, tin, tine, tins, tongs;
But my mind is always set on you my love!
And like the colours of the rainbow in the land of joy.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sheyi
Progressive,
Sustainable,
Aggressive,
Passive,
Blame,
Active,
Massive!
Be bothered;
But i am Sheyi with the muse of love,
So, try to understand my status-quo around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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HiFi
On you,
On it,
This is like a label!
Barrow, arrow, marrow, crow, sparrow, narrow;
But, my name is HiFi.
Fighting for your love,
Fighting for your care,
Fighting for your peace,
And like the Caribbean Spirit!
Passive,
Active,
Massive!
Expensive,
Exclusive,
Abrasive,
Intensive! !
But, in the open air;
For, i am with you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This Art Work
The love of a muse,
The pen of an artist,
This ink work will teach many yet unborn.
This art is from a realm to guide you,
This art work is like a mustard seed aroun you;
It is original!
It comes from a realm unknown;
It will inspire you.
This art is real to abstract your minds,
The innovative nature of my mind to you all;
It is the act of my dreams beyond imaginations!
This art will teach many,
It will inspire you all that love the muse.
This art work,
It is like a mustard seed;
It will grow to give you joy!
It is like the muse next door,
It will touch and influence you;
This art work ia sll that i have as an artist
This art work is never known,
It is called, 'Pen-Painting Graphics Abstracts'.
This art will teach many,
My innerself from the realm of imaginations!
This art will teach you;
But, the artist is never known.
This art is from a realm to guide you into my heart,
This art is from a realm to bring you into my world,
This is the love of a sweet muse to you all;
This art is from the pen of an artist who,
Is yet to be known.
This art is here to stay,
This art is all that i have for you all;
Cos', he who proves his skills proves his realms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Menon
Of pleasant days gone behind,
I am 40 years old and i am glad to be married;
So be submissive to me to receive my muse of love,
And like the chocolate factory in your land.
Hot chocolate!
Chocolate love;
What is sweeter in the blues is all with an aroma!
And, i have the Cocoa Pods ready for you.
Meon is my name and i am eating an ice-cream from an Island! !
So be very submissive enough to meet my blossomed flowers;
For my love is now in the eating.
Offer me peace and i will feed you with my love,
For you are my beautiful lily;
And, i am the ripen apple among the fruits of love!
However, with treasures hidden in this field.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Real
Real, deal, meal, wheal, peal, seal, veal, weal, steal, zeal;
And like the gods and dogs playing together! !
Inclusive, exclusive, pensive, abrasive, expensive, massive, abusive;
Nut, this hat is a sign of authority.
Only water it!
But, don't hold it;
And make it easier for others to understand your muse;
Because, the ways of your life is like defying gravity! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Land
Away from you,
Away from here
Away from you.
Stay for me..
Stay for me..
Stay for me..
Baby, Im really sorry, to break your dream, when its so early.
Headlights, on the windowpane,
Theyre getting lost, in the light of day.
Tomorrow is today, and soon my ship will sail
Away from here.. to walk a howling sealane.
Stay - for me your love is life for love is land
Baby, just hear my story, before I leave, before we write the end
Standing, across the ocean stream,
Ill need to know, Ill need your country then.
Tomorrow and today, you keep my landfall safe.
Away from here (away from here), to walk a howling sealane,
(away from you)
Stay for me (stay for me), I need your love to land.
Away from here (away from here), to walk a howling sealane,
(away from you)
Stay for me (stay for me), your love is life, for love is land.
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(chorus)
Love is land..
Love is land..
Love is land..
Love is land..
Love is land..
Love is land..
Love is land..
(love is land.)
song performed by by Duran Duran
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In Time Past
Unknown to me was your nakedness so exposed!
But, deeply accepted by the mystics of your love around;
And in a scholar's shoes i will sing my heart out! !
For, it is very strange that, we don't talk to each other anymore.
I was the right person for you in time past,
But the gallery of silence is now what we share on this issue today;
And like an imaginary story in the land of many waters!
However, this muse today is like, the inexplicable titles of the world.
Religions, governments, towns, houses, countries, laws! !
And like the teenage pregnancy which is now on the rise;
But in time past with your muse when you exposed yourself to me,
And you laid bare to the roots of love!
But today, it is possible that, it may blur us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Anja
A man kills his wife, two sons and himself!
Living in a land called 'Münsterland' like a Monster's Land;
But, what can we now do about it?
For, many are really disturbed in this life! !
However, we need true love in this life from each other to move on.
My love to you is like the outskirts of Axim!
And my name is Anja with this muse of love towards you;
But to learn to do the positive things always is like the muse of peace,
And, my love to you is like the Mississippi River in the land of your joy!
The truth about life is peace and love,
The truth about love is with care and unity,
And like the aroma of peace in the land of beautiful flowers!
But, hatred led a man to kill himself and his family in 'Münsterland'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love's Grammar Book
I love you.
That's it, really.
all there is to say.
sums it up.
in a nutshell.
the long and the short of it.
the be-all and the end-all.
I know what I mean;
you know what I mean.
more or less.
we know what I mean.
most of the time.
But though love's sometimes
best defined by silence
it may be good
to say a few good words
since you, and love, have taught me
love's grammar-book:
I love 'love'.
though love as noun is difficult to define.
I love love as an adjective:
love's.. just lovely, isn't it?
But most of all
I love love as verb.
and this I know:
this my love's active voice:
I love. (you) .
I loved you. How well I remember.
I have loved you. I'm so grateful for that.
I shall love you. That I promise.
and when all is done, I'll be proud to remember that
I shall have loved you;
and that
we shall have loved.
And in love's passive voice,
I'm so blessed that
I am loved;
rejoice in the hope that
I shall be loved
and promise that
you shall be loved.
I'll always be blessed that
I have been loved.
and that I can say
you shall have been loved (forever) .
Then there are love's moods
as they're called in grammar:
the indicative - I love you; do you love me?
the exciting imperative mood:
'Love me, do - I promise I'll be true...' or better,
'Love me! Now! ';
the subjunctive mood
which is rather subtler in other languages:
'Don't leave me, please';
'May we love each other till we die...';
'If only you were to love me
as much as I love you..'
And then, those other parts of speech
that few of us get around to sorting out
but all lurking there under 'amo'
in the Latin grammar-book of love:
The perfect infinitive:
'It is better - to have loved - and lost - than
not -to have loved -at all';
that great feeling
called future infinitive:
to be about to love;
and that dizzy future infinitive passive:
to be about to be loved;
the gerund:
'Oh the loving and the kissing
and the kissing and the loving...';
that cautious supine:
'in order to love...';
the passive imperative -
the parents' wish (with qualifications) :
'let her be loved'...
and that loaded gerundive:
'fit to be loved'...
All of which, I hope, leaves you
in that state curiously undefined
by grammar -
a sort of active gerundive:
'fit to love' - to love
love's grammar-book
in full
for love conquers all, it's said,
even a hatred of grammar.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Tai Chi Chuan
let me harmonize
your yin and yang
let us be passive
and active in this
flowing,
rhythmic,
d
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l
i
b
e
r
a
t
e
m
o
v
e
m
e
n
t
t a k e y o u r s t a n c e
t a k e y o u r p o s i t i o n
let no master
teach us
the same things
all at the same time
look at me
i am not
looking at
you
exactly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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A Message
This is a message to Raymond Opara and Huseini Hamed,
This is your friend the poet writing to you;
So enter into the flair of a romance with me and,
Learn from my sweet mind.
Read my muse and keep on learning,
Like the Scorpion-Man next to you.
I am living in a land where,
Cell-Phones being used are more than the population;
This is a message to Raymond Opara and Huseini Hamed.
The beautiful and the prideful works of man is,
To be blown up by the wind;
Like the Scorpion-Man next oor.
I have news for you all,
I am living in a land where almost everybody does smoke;
I have a news for you all,
So enter into the flair of a romance with me.
I am living in a land wher,
Bicycles and dogs are more than the population;
So do walk along with me to learn more from my muse.
I am with you always,
I am the one who makes you smile all the time;
I am everywhere by your side.
Read my poems to fell my taste,
I am used as a tool to help others;
I am full of surprises and,
I am the man with many faces.
I am kicked about like a ball but,
I have no medals;
Stay on with my muse and i will bring laughter to you.
I am used as a leader to lead others,
I am used as a teacher to teach others,
I am used as a farmer to feed others,
A little token is all that it takes on this muse;
I will bring a smile to you always.
This is a messagge to you my friends,
A message of love that leads the way;
You are always on my mind in this struggle.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So Creamy!
So creamy!
So nice,
So beautiful,
So lovely,
So attractive! !
peacefully,
Passionately,
Romantic;
In the land of your muse,
With the joy of your mind,
Like the butterfly!
With the harmony of the sky;
The wind,
The blues,
The land,
The atmosphere! !
Of your love,
Living,
Better with true love than hatred;
Sharing,
Better with peace than war!
Unity,
Humility,
Joy,
Care,
Simplicity;
So creamy!
So nice,
So beautiful,
So lovely,
So attractive! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kwamena
That man and his house,
That woman and her house,
That man and his wife,
That woman and her husband,
That man and his car,
That woman and her car,
But, your lover is afar off! !
However, i am Kwamena in the land of your muse;
And, i am ever ready to help you solve your problems.
A whirlwind! !
And, you actually heard it;
For, it was like a vision.
Your table, your food and your house!
Bring in the wealth to help the poor people around;
And like the muse of love in the land of peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Everything Has Become Deflated
Have you lovingly blocked me out of your heart?
In some unconditional love movement,
To prove to others you have massive love to give.
And I became self centered and spoiled with it?
Well...
I do miss it.
The belief I was given your affection exclusively.
But now I see,
You have become elusive.
And no longer are we on a first name basis.
'I'm sorry.
What is your name again?
Pretzella? Petilaise?
Well anyway...
It's good to see you again.'
You 'use' to call me 'Hustled Muscle'.
Remember?
'Oh?
Today...
It seems everything has become deflated.
Or over-rated.
And at these prices it has become too expensive,
To remember who gave which gift to benefit.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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I Just Feel So 'Equally' Patriotic
Many movements ago...
When the land seemed active,
With reactive participation.
Weed puffed and flowers worn in the hair,
Upon the heads of people who cared...
And shared their dreams.
Then considered 'hippies'...
Singing 'Up Up and Away'.
And 'Monday Monday' everyday!
As they 'hopped and scotched'
Across the national scene.
How innocent...
Those times once demeaned.
Now gone to accomodate,
The greed that has been going on.
Rejected and dejected,
By those doing undercover shady things.
As today many look back,
Wishing to 'update' those priorities.
In a hopeful restored flashback!
To actively practice...
A more meaningful satisfaction to gain.
With a purpose that sustains.
'We're being stripped of our means! '
Tea party 'groupies scream.
As they witness a diminishing democracy.
Corrupted with the selling,
And the outsourcing of their treasured dreams.
The dreams of the 'hippies'...
They collectively demeaned.
'...and 'if' you're going to San Francisco...'
Now these same people,
Who ostracized and shunned the 'mavericks'.
Say they were nonconformists then...
Of set standards.
Defined by an 'exclusiveness'...
Those qualified and selected to express them.
And today...
Ruined by their deformities of blatant greed.
They 'consciously' say they wish a unity existed!
One that is proactively practiced.
To get a society off its racist knees.
But those are not the knees...
Seen begging in pleas.
Many movements ago...
When the land seemed active,
With reactive participation.
Weed puffed and flowers worn in the hair,
Upon the heads of people who cared...
And shared their dreams.
Then considered 'hippies'...
Singing 'Up Up and Away'.
And 'Monday Monday' everyday!
As they 'hopped and scotched'
Across the national scene.
How innocent...
Those times once demeaned.
How distant and insecure,
A slipping from greatness...
Exposes realities!
From torn and shredded seams.
'Oh beautiful.
For spacious skies.
For amber waves of grain.
For purple mountain majesties.
Above the fruited plain! '
~What gives YOU the right to sing that song?
You are an African-American.
Not a true American.
Like the rest of US! ~
'Oh...
My apologies.
I had no idea,
You were Native American Indian.
With Aztec, African and Chinese blood.
The original inhabitants,
Of this great land of ours.
You look so...
Different.
No offense I hope is taken.
I just feel so 'equally' patriotic! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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