Anuma Fante
To reap the maximum benefits from your way of life and,
To learn how to do the right thing always;
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Anuma, anuma, anuma!
'Anuma eat', 'anuma drink', 'Anuma Fante! '
Like Mount Sinai engolfed with smoke;
And, where the glory of Yahweh rested to give us hope.
Do feed my lamb when you do have the means like,
Arms for alms in the land of the poor!
But the day comes when,
All things shall pass.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ewe Lamb
The mother of our mothers and,
The father of our fathers;
Fed my lamds,
For i need seven men of reputation in this town.
Feed my sheep and free my mind,
Bring forth fruits worthy of repentance;
And to a place called Golgotha,
Because, i have left my cattle over there!
The governor's ear,
'Yli! Yli! Lamah Ozabatiny'! !
But, the dead know nothing.
This is like a spirit impersonationg Samuyl!
But give glory and praises to Yahweh;
Being very swift and just in your doings,
And like Naaman the Syrian.
The soft spot!
Seduced by a woman;
But the dead returns to the dust,
And like my little Ewe Lamb in the land of your muse.
Walls,
Towers,
Gates,
Bars;
With plenteous meat to satisfy my guest,
But, the eagle hastens to eat!
The people of Nkroful,
Nkrumah's hometown;
And of the fruit of their doings,
But, let there be an alliance between us.
Ethbaal, Bethel, Ethel;
With cakes of pressed figs to eat;
But, this beautiful appearance is like a woman! !
And like the poor man's Ewe Lamb in the land of your muse.
You did this in secret,
But i will do it in broad day light! !
And like a camel at Mount Carmel;
But, Yahweh does not get angry.
A mocking proverb,
A tauting parable,
A comstructive riddle;
Swimming things have no ruler!
But a glittering spear is in your hand,
And like the rich man's large flocks and herds.
This poem is like the feast of a king,
And like two skins of wine;
This poem is like the feast of a queen,
And like the atmosphere between the skies and the ground;
But naked and barefooted to touch your hearts with words of understanding,
Because, you have now got the meat of my only Ewe Lamb! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Land Of Hope And Glory
Urrrrh
What's the time?
I was trying to get some sleep
Attention, urrraaah, bridges
Sharkey, Nutley, Jackson, Thompson,Master
Well, as you can see we've got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story.
Who me sir?
Yes, you ssssir!
I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big a money
If I hadn't mouthed it about, I am sure without doubt
I'd 'ave missed this land of hope and glory
Well you poor poor sod, here you're up sharp at six thirty
Cold shower down to breakfast, can't have you looking dirty
I suggest you eat what's given you even if it doesn't agree with you
Cos It's all you're be getting up until twelve thirty
In between this time stay up in your room, you can dream of life
good things
Two years of my teen age life given to this stand to attention life
Of land of hope and glory
I get so bored as time goes by, I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts and I'll make myself a smoke
A bog roll and envelope stick it, all this helps to pass my time
As the evening drags on, you can watch a little telly
Hot Gossip pans people with a little bit of belly
A hot drink served cold with the heat of yesterday's
Don't complain learn the game and I'll get through another day
I watch the second hand on the clock at long last is nine thirty
Off to bed straight to sleep as I leave this land of hope and glory
But only for a few seconds I'm in n ecstasy
Before the bell rings to let me know, sharp at six thirty
A the, a two, a six, a ta
Quiet, come on you lot, come on, lights out
song performed by by Madness
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Land Of Hope & Glory
Uuhhhhhhhh whats the time
Attention!
Raaaahhh....
Bridges,
Sharkey,
Nutlee,
Jackson,
Thompson (mother!)
Well as you can see weve got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory,
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all your unfortunate story...
Who me guv
Yes you sahhh
I was an innocent man till someone grassed me up a plan for earning a some big money
If I hadnt mouthed it about I am sure without doubt I d have missed this land of hope and glory
Well you poor poor sod,
Here youre up at sharp at 6:30
A cold shower, down to breakfast,
Cant have you looking dirty,
I suggest you eat whats given you,
Even if it doesnt agree with you.
Cos its all youll be getting up until 12:30
In between this time you stay up in your room and you can dream about life and good things
Two years of me teenage life
Given to this stand to attention life of land of hope and glory
I get so bored as time goes by,
I think ill do something dirty,
I pick at the floor for juicy butts
And I make meself a smoke,
A bog roll and envelope sticky
All this helps to pass my time
As the evening drags on you can watch a bit of telly
Or gawp at pans people with their little bit of belly
Wash yourself cold with the heat of yesterday
Dont complain, learn the game and Ill get through another day
I watch the second hand on the clock at long last its 930
Off to bed, straight to sleep
As I leave this land of hope and glory
But only for a few seconds am I in exctasy before the bell rings to let me know,shop at 6:30
song performed by by Madness
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50 Years on This Physical Earth
50 years on this physical earth,
But husting and busting to make my name known t the world!!
Because, i have a message at hand;
And, it is not easy being born in Africa and being raised in Africa from a very poor family!
For, i can't stop the rain from falling on my head when,
I have no roof!!!
And like what is going on today in East Africa!
With the reflections of one of my Art Works called: 'We don't have aids but hunger'! !
Yes, from the very acts of my mind;
Because i am an African,
And i do know what it means to be in Africa.
Today, i am to thank Father Yahweh for all of His mercy and kindness towards me;
For He had really guided my steps from thr rough paths of an African's own story,
And, let His Mercy endures forever!!
For Africa is for the Africans and we have to know what goes on around us everyday;
And, in the land of Africa i was born,
But, have you to say?!!
Because, i am very proud to be an African!
And like the muse of your love in the land of many waters that satisfies us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sorrow
Oh, how the mighty one has fallen!
In scarlet and in luxury but more than pains,
In the City called Adam with no glory,
To the fields of swords and to the fields of sorrow with words!
For, the mighty one fell with a clue,
And like the dead of many in the land of mines.
Tell me, how beautiful were your tents? ! !
Upon the throne of the kingdom and of words;
For, in the spring timew of the year came the war.
This blow is swifter than the claws of the eagles!
And, it is also stronger than the lonely lion in the thick forest of Africa;
But, like the poor man's little lamb in the land of trouble.
Oh, how the mighty one has fallen!
On the crags of the wild goats with honey and butter;
But, with one little ewe lamb to walk across.
My legs are like the legs of the deer in the forest of hope!
But, in the fields of sorrow are many dead bodies;
And, the City called Adam is now with no glory.
Oh, how the great one has fallen!
In the cave of jealousy with words of sorrow;
But, out of many waters without a view! !
And like the scarlet and the luxury to the sword.
Oh, that somebody would guide and give me a drink of water! !
From the wells of Bethlehem with the sign of hope;
For, there are many dead bodies already in the land of mines.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Show me my Africa!
Show me my origin...
Show me my land...
Show me my Africa...
Shine and support the spirit of UBUNTU.
Take me back to where i belong,
Where birds fly well peacefully,
Where every creature is happy.
Let me hear African stories,
Let me see its natural beauty landscapes.
Show me my land...
The land of great heroes,
Where Nobel peace price winners were born.
Where fighting and murder is a sin,
Where all people wish one thing,
Where all people preach one thing,
Where all people practice one thing,
Where everyone wants PEACE.
Let me hear those voices of hope...
Land of admissible and prosperity,
Where cultural diversity means nothing, but
Brings us together as valiant regiments.
Past is the past and let us let it pass...
Show me my Africa...
Where robust and intrepid people lives,
Where the beauty of cultures reflects.
Let discrimination be the history
And believe in the beauty of Africa.
Show me my origin...
Let me venerate and cherish its traditions..
Let me be the true African.
Take me back to Africa.
Show me my origin,
Show me my land,
Show me my AFRICA..
('ubuntu' is a Zulu word meaning humanity)
poem by Siyabonga A nxumalo
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Africa's Praying
Let justice shield us
Yes indeed, be our defense
In this land
In Africa
Let there be a rain of blessing
Yes indeed, abundance in our store house
In this nation
In Africa
Heal our land, give us a cure
Unveil our vision
In this land
In Africa
Forgive us our debts
We are born debtors
In this land
In Africa
We will always remember your praise
When we walk in liberty
Oh Thou our God
In Africa
Let us lead again, with treasures
As in the days of old
This land
In Africa
We pray thee of highest heavens
We ascribe you all the greatness
We in this land
In Africa
poem by charles K wanjohi
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Annemarie
Yahweh came down upon Mount Sinai and,
The ten Commandments were given to us;
But, how many of us are with the Book of the Covenant?
Of a Black Family in the White House,
Of a White Family in the Black House,
Of the longsuffering and abounding in righteousness and truth;
But be very careful not to throw a bomb into the market place,
Because it may also kill your friends and your relatives.
May your house be like the house of Perez and,
May Yahweh be celebrated in Israyl! !
For your bombs have killed many without a clue.
Annemarie, do learn from the secret codes of this world;
And do grow in love always than hate.
Also, tell your friend Yahash about the truth and shed no blood!
But try to repay evil with mercy and hatred with love.
Blessed be your wise counsel to others and,
Live a humble life to enhance the beauty of this earth;
And go to the wilderness of Paran for your teachings.
Of Eth-baal, Eth-el and Beth-el;
Learn the purpose of life to learn better than others,
For the meaning of life is always around you with peace.
Annemarie, there are various forms of philosophies to decieve many;
But look deeper into life itself to gain the wisdom needed,
For many are callled but few are chosen.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Name
Does it make any difference? !
'Yes it does';
But at the end my people will know my name.
What's love got to do when my mind is out of this world?
But give me honey and molasses to build up mymind,
For you are thirsty for water and i am hungry for food!
Somebody should reply my letters because,
I am at the edge of the sword of your love!
And i do give you much respect with your hospitality as well.
Yahweh Nissi, Yahweh Shammah!
His Name is His Glory;
And i will always learn from His muse;
For peace and love matters to me and,
You will eat as much as you can with me.
Do not snore like a bull and eat like a tiger!
But learn along the road of life as much as you can;
For i am married to her who is in the forest of love,
And one day you will come to know my name.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oh Africa my Africa
Oh Africa my Africa land of diamonds. Oh africa my Africa land of great kings Shaka, Haile Silasi, mandela to name a few. Oh mother Africa my Africa rich in gold.oh Africa my africa full of beautful women. Yes africa my africa land of real nature.
poem by George mwandu
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Mama Africa Is On The Horizon
A righteous reputation,
A just man is all that it needs;
For Mama Africa is on the horizon!
A righteous reputation,
A just woman is all that it takes;
For Mama Africa is on the horizon!
Her muse is for you and me,
And of the things as seen in Africa;
Because Africa is my homeland!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Hope
Gather ye...Gather ye
Come...sit at the table of hope
Hear...hear...hear...
I am the hope for Africa's children.
When I can see light, Africa can see light
When I can hope, Africa can hope,
When I can learn, Africa can learn and
When I can smile, Africa can smile.
When I roar with the thunder of the mighty
Zambezi, Africa too...roars
Gather ye...Gather ye
I am the table of hope
Listen...listen...listen...
Within me lies ubuntu...yes ubuntu
Let me provide for you
Let me nourish you
Let me share with you
Let me shelter you
Let me inspire you to soar as the fish eagle does...yes soar
For I am Africa...Africa is me
poem by Martino Fortuin
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Spirit of Africa
To
visit Africa,
to spend time
to notice
beauty of the land.
To feel its heat,
to drink it’s waters,
to observe, to marvel,
at its creatures,
great and small.
To see the diversity
of its people, in all
their rainbow shades,
to feel their warmth,
their love, their
big-heartedness.
Means Africa,
has touched your soul,
you have breathed in
a love of Africa, a love
that never ceases,
a love that never
goes away.
you have been
delighted, charmed,
have become
enchanted by
The Spirit of Africa.
For Africa is a
land of spirits,
they occupy dirt,
soil, trees, flowers
fruit, food that feeds;
the mountains, streams,
rivers, seas, oceans,
air, the breath of life, and
all the people of its land.
Africa believes,
that before time,
before,
things began,
there was nothing,
save for a void,
a sphere of spirit
that knew no limit;
it did not have a name.
This one spirit split
broke up, spread,
to change, to
create our world,
and all that’s here.
This one spirit
known to us as love
stays the same, to
invade all it made,
all that visit, especially
those that stay.
Now if you leave,
you’ll always
yearn, you’ll hunger
you’ll always
have that longing
to return.
14-07-2009
poem by Bob Blackwell
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Psalms in Poetry - Chapter 3
1 How countless stand my foes, O Lord!
How countless those against me, God!
2 How countless are those telling me,
‘His God won’t give him salvation! ’
3 But Yahweh is my shield beside,
My glory, holding my head high!
4 Whenev’r I cry to Yahweh, He
Answers from His holy mountain.
5 After I sleep, I shall wake up,
For Yahweh sustains me always.
6 I don’t fear people in thousands
Who stand against me when I turn.
7 Rescue me Yahweh, my dear God;
You strike my foes across their face;
You break the teeth of wicked ones.
8 In Yahweh, salvation is sure;
Your blessings rain on your people.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-16-2009
poem by John Celes
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Have A Blessed Day
May Yahweh bless you like Qoheleth,
May Yahweh protect you like Yahseph,
May Yahweh promote you like Abraham,
may Yahweh remember you like Noah,
May Yahweh guide you like Mosheh,
May Yahweh honour you like David,
May Yahweh intervene for you like Daniyl,
May Yahweh have mercy on you like Shaul,
May Yhweh answer you like Yliyah,
May Yahweh show you the way like Yaaqob,
And may you have a blessed day! !
For the Way of Yahweh is always Righteous.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What is hope.................
What hope means
Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay
Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day
Hope is to remain positive when going gets tough
hope is seeking more when others think u had enough
What hope means
Hope is dreaming of tommorow
Hope is simmering under sorrow
Hope is sparkles when tears in our eyes
Hope is a beautiful thing & beutiful things never dies
What hope means
Hope is as light as a feather
Hope keeps all of us together
Hope is ubiquitous and free of cost
hope is the last thing ever lost.....
poem by Vineet Bansal
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The Beggar To Mab, The Fairy Queen
Please your Grace, from out your store
Give an alms to one that's poor,
That your mickle may have more.
Black I'm grown for want of meat,
Give me then an ant to eat,
Or the cleft ear of a mouse
Over-sour'd in drink of souce;
Or, sweet lady, reach to me
The abdomen of a bee;
Or commend a cricket's hip,
Or his huckson, to my scrip;
Give for bread, a little bit
Of a pease that 'gins to chit,
And my full thanks take for it.
Flour of fuz-balls, that's too good
For a man in needy-hood;
But the meal of mill-dust can
Well content a craving man;
Any orts the elves refuse
Well will serve the beggar's use.
But if this may seem too much
For an alms, then give me such
Little bits that nestle there
In the pris'ner's pannier.
So a blessing light upon
You, and mighty Oberon;
That your plenty last till when
I return your alms again.
poem by Robert Herrick
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We’ve Faith To Hope
When peace on earth has blessed our ground
When innocent of sin
Then Christ God’s Lamb we’ve truly found
And Fire burns deep within
With peace God brings His love inside
Brings faith The Truth to learn
Brings hope to be the faithful bride
Of Christ who’ll soon return
Faith is the hope of that unseen
Of promises divine
That we one day as Heaven’s queen
May drink eternal wine
What hope has faith that’s placed in man?
What hope can such faith bring?
Is this not part of Satan’s plan?
To grieve our Lord and King
The word of God is all too plain
The past has shown quite clear
There’s nought to learn, there’s nought to gain
From man who’s wisdom’s here
We need to seek for higher things
We need to seek The Light
We need to seek the truth Christ sings
On pages black on white
Knowledge will come with wisdom’s dawn
Waiting at Jesus feet
We’ll drink His blood and be reborn
Through spiritual food we eat
By faith alone these things are done
Through faith we understand
That through our faith true life is won
Within God’s Promised Land
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Don’t Cry For Me Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will never let you out of my mind
I hear your voices people of Africa
I hear your cries people of Africa
I see pain in your eyes people of Africa
It is hard to describe what you people of Africa are going through
Poverty strikes you all people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will keep you in my prayers people of Africa
Power to the people of Africa
People of Africa lift your spirit higher
Lord is the light and truth people of Africa
The Lord sends you a message from his heart to you people of Africa
He said because I love you
I will answer your prayers
I hear your prayers
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because you have a friend that is the Lord
People of Africa continue doing the Lords work
Make a wish people of Africa
The people of Africa are looking at the Lord face to face
Lord here is no paradise
We dream a little dream said the people of Africa to the Lord
The People of Africa Pray that the Lord will give each other strength every day
Don’t cry for me Africa
Save the people of Africa
Strengthened the people of Africa each day
Because I’ll be there in your dreams people of Africa
The people of Africa tells The Lord how much they love him
Don’t cry for me Africa
Lord comes when you are ready people of Africa
Feelings you have for your Lord People of Africa
And I know you will never let it die
Nothing but flowers the people of Africa will plant in the sea shore for the Lord
Don’t cry for me Africa
The people of Africa needs hope to heal there land
The Lord rose up on you people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
My heart will go on
Once I close this door of the ship I will sail across the Atlantic Sea
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Sunshine Africa
Hatred is the main cause of death and,
Love is the true act of peace;
But i am living in Africa where the sun shines and,
I want to reachout to the whole world with my muse.
Not only in my hometown but,
Beyond the peoples of the world;
Not only with my own people,
But also to expose the true love of Sunshine Africa;
For in this life, many are called but few are chosen.
I am from Africa where the sun shines,
But my mind is like the narrow path in your homes;
Because everybody want the gold than the bronze.
So is life, when we all compete to win;
But hatred is the main cause of death and,
Love is the true act of peace.
The pillars of hatred is around me but,
I will overcome it with the chambers of my past experiences;
And as for me and my house, we will serve Yahweh.
Sunshine Africa,
Try to visit the realms of love with me;
Home is home but,
When the home doesn't give you respect you leave it.
Sunshine Africa,
Try to take it along with you;
And let the birds sing with you in any land that you find yourself.
Sunshine Africa,
Let the animals meet you in peace;
For they are part of Africa with love and care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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