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Black Fish

Plat, slat, flat;
I am the black fish in the land of your muse,
But do watch out before you cast your net over me!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lucky Catch

Once saw a small boy
Hand line a very large fish
Very lucky boy!

With expensive gear
Fisherman cast very far
Not a single fish

'Boy could barely cast'
Remarked the old fisherman
'Just beginners luck'

True about boy's skills.
Could only cast to the fish
Feeding at his feet

Not just gear or skill
To be lucky in fishing:
Fish where the fish are!

poem by Zen Bojczuk
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Bolo

Black is our colour and white is your muse,
But with one love and one heart to share with you;
White is your colour and black is my muse,
But in peace and love to share this sweet muse with you;
For the colours of black and white are always around us,
And i am Bolo from the Land of Equal Rights and Justice.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When I remember the fish

When I remember the fish,
The river longed me to go,
Wriggling and meandering, slippery in this
Imaginary waters of my world,
I become a fish.

When eye sea them eat the fish;
They cast their nets for a random catch, they
Drop their hooks for a strangling pull, then,
I become a fish no more.

When them fail to catch the fish;
As the fish wriggles an escape,
Then eye long to be like one as eye
Wonder whether or not am a fish.

©1998

poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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The Fish Year

Marico brought back a tank with salt water from Brazil,
Wnetta bought small stones and water plants from pet store,
The red fish and black fish were got from
Hua’s backyard pond,
After Chris checking the filter
and water temperature,
everything is set,
and the fish is ready to grow and bred.

Gundi feeds the fish everyday,
and watches them day and night.
The red fish swim up and down,
The black fish swim down and up,
The green water plants swing their long leaves
upside down.

We can hear the talk from the tank:
One lady, two ladies, three ladies…
One man, two men, three men…
American, German, Chinese, Brazilian,
Indian, Russian…
The fish is counting! ! !
Counting the people in the lab!
Maybe they learned the counting from Gundi,
Gundi is a great mathematician,
She always counts when she watches them:
One fish, two fish, three fish…
Red fish, black fish, red-black fish…

That’s our first fish year,
we expect to have the second, the third,
and then for ever.

poem by Dongming Zhou
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031010 Food Power

i reach the bottom of fish tank
to touch the bottom dweller
stuck to a rock like suction cup
she let me caress her as if she
know me, she's grown a bit
since i bought her at pet shop

this black big head fish i love
she doesn't move that much
i watch her gills close and open
she is always watching me
sometimes i saw her swim
just to get away from other fish

i used to tap the fish tank cover
before feeding them, amazing
every time i tap, they surface
how's that for teaching a fish
food is really powerful thing
just me i can't stop eating

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Flattering

Flattering, train, rain, fling, ring, gin, in, fear, gear, fire, tear, era, near;
But corrupt to the African syndrome!
So, watch your steps before you fall very deep into the hole!
And like the flattering divinations in the land of your sweet muse.

Flattering, eating, tale, gel, fate, rag, age, grain, gain, fine, fin, feat, neat;
And like the struggles of the African child!
But, when will our leaders do the right thing?

Flattering, later, flatter, raw, flat, grit, get, gate, at, an, if, felt, fit, air, war!
With the very act of your muse in the land of trouble;
But corrupt to the African syndrome!
So, try to be yourself to do the right things always.

Flattering, fat, tea, eat, ate, rat, art, tar, rate, late, ant, latter, alter, are, ear;
Honesty is the key of life so, let us live by it!
For, the struggles of the African child do have many meanings as seen around;
But, the flattering words from our leaders are not helping matters.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pasinga

English Channel,
Like red wine served in a plastice bottle;
But, how should i have known your muse?

Kingston upon Hull,
Bristol Channel;
But do watch the world around you and learn from it,
Because, the headmaster is now with a cane in his hand! !

The muse of the grasshopper!
With gentleness to ease your pain;
And like the cooking oil and salt at your kitchen,
But, how should i have known your muse?

Beamed to the innocent,
Ready by all for all! !
And like the beauty of Pasinga in the land of many Islands;
But, travelling on lottery was what your muse brought to me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Creative Mind!

Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?

Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.

Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.

Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Adli

Who is the one behind the black mask?
Tell me if you know;
For you are the only one to use my muse.

There was a time that i couldn't get you out of my mind,
But today i am free from your chains of love;
And like Adli my friend who lives in the land of your muse.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jonah

Jonah was God’s special prophet;
One stormy day a whale he met.
He had run far, far, far away,
From where he was to be that day.

He had went on a old tough ship
That was now by big waves whipped
But he was tired as the storm broke
And went and snuggled in his cloak

So down in the old ship he slept
While the others on the ship wept
Captain came down him to awake
Call on your god for your own sake

They would cast lots to see just why
The gods wanted them all to die
Up on the deck they cast the lot
Who’s fault was it for what they got?

Then on Jonah the lot did fall
And then and there he told them all
He told them why all was not well
He cried Throw me in the sea swell
So up and out they threw him in

And all at once the storm did dim
But in the sea Jonah did swim
And a fish came swallowing him

In a big fish three days and nights
So dark, slimy, and with no light
So deep down in there he did pray
That God would pardon his wrong way

That fish spat him on the dry land
Onto the soft, hot desert sand
To Nineveh he quickly went
To now do just as God had sent

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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A war, in word only.

The Everglades stretch on and on, not quite land
I’ve made a friend whose lineage goes back millions of years
Peering over the jetty, a black shape lies quietly, we’ve put aside our fears
I won’t go in the water, he won’t come on land
This is an arrangement we both understand
I’ve got my rod with fish attached
We’re having fun and know we’re being watched

I cast to him, he grabs it, we have a tug-o-war
He lets it go and disappears, he won’t go far
Again and again, we’re having fun. It’s a game we play
What else on such a fine day?
A cheeky blink, a crocodilian smile
Lots of camera clicking and clapping from a child

After a while we’ve each had enough
A wave with his tail and he disappears beneath the rough.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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{{{ A Special Fish For Me? }}}

Yes there are many fish out in the sea,
but why can't I find one that will
best suit me,
well, I mean the fish in the sea are free,
yet all I keep doing is coming up is empty,
I start to believe,
then I begin to see, that, well, there just isn't one out there for me.

I go down to the sea, and I just look around,
well, again, there are no fortunate fish to be found!

Everyday I still continue to go down by the sea and sit down on the sand,
I look across the ocean and wonder is there another kind of
land to see,
to be able to relax and not have to act on command?
There is a fish for me,
because this is the way I was told it IS to be,
there has just gotta be that
special fish for me!

poem by Linda I. Weischedel
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The Triumph Of The Whale

(Written in the last reign.)

Io! Pæan! Io! sing
To the finny people's King.
Not a mightier whale than this
In the vast Atlantic is;
Not a fatter fish than he
Flounders round the polar sea.
See his blubbers-at his gills
What a world of drink he swills,
From his trunk, as from a spout,
Which next moment he pours out.
Such his person-next declare,
Muse, who his companions are.-
Every fish of generous kind
Scuds aside, or slinks behind;
But about his presence keep
All the Monsters of the Deep;
Mermaids, with their tails and singing.
His delighted fancy stinging;
Crooked Dolphins, they surround him,
Dog-like Seals, they fawn around him.
Following hard, the progress mark,
Of the intolerant salt sea shark.
For his solace and relief,
Flat fish are his courtiers chief.
Last and lowest in his train,
Ink-fish (libellers of the main)
Their black liquor shed in spite:
(Such on earth the things that write.)
In his stomach, some do say,
No good thing can ever stay.
Had it been the fortune of it,
To have swallowed that old Prophet,
Three days there he'd not have dwell'd,
But in one have been expell'd.
Hapless mariners are they,
Who beguil'd (as seamen say),
Deeming him some rock or island,
Footing sure, safe spot, and dry land,
Anchor in his scaly rind;
Soon the difference they find;
Sudden plumb, he sinks beneath them;
Does to ruthless seas bequeath them.

Name or title what has he?
Is he Regent of the Sea?
From this difficulty free us,
Buffon, Banks, or sage Linnæus.
With his wondrous attributes
Say what appellation suits.
By his bulk, and by his size,
By his oily qualities,
This (or else my eyesight fails),
This should be the Prince of Whales.

R. et R.

poem by Charles Lamb
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I Loved A Man that Loved to Fish

I loved a man that loved to fish.
He’d go down to the waters and cast his rod like a penny for a wish.

What he thought, whatever what- if he played, I’d love to know
For when he was away fishing his face was a glow.

Wishing away he’d sit all day and night,
Wading his patience against the twilight.

Patience was his tool
He’d tire his fish like the destructive heart of a fool.

With a gentle cast, not too high or low, his shinny fly would lure
Then his fish would run and he’d ignore.

After it was caught he’d throw it back for another man’s game
Or catch it again tomorrow, they were all the same.

I loved a man that loved to fish
And in his shadow I ran waiting to be his wish.

(Bernadette Bridges 9/08)

poem by Bernadette Bridges
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153 Large Fish

Do you love me?
Then follow my laws and do the right thing;
For bread and fish will be food on this love,
And like your muse so respected last night.

I saw you and i spoke with you,
And you know that i love you!
And like 153 large fish caught by the fisherman;
But the pleasure and the measure of this love is all about yout muse.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Before The Storm

Red gates of iron cast their
Black shadows on this land
Dividing souls... far below
The gathering winds the armies watch
Are rising from the west
Foretelling news... of freedoms hand
In secrecy theyve infiltrated
All of our strongholds
Controlling more... year after year
So weve let this happen all along
Believing whats been said
Our leaders cry... we have no one to fear
We watch the sun rise, and hope
We watch the sun rise, and hope
That it wont be our last
Before the storm
Before the storm
Before the storm
Before the storm
Is it late to try, must we all die
Our system awaits testv freedom by choice...
Is it for all men, best
So we wait in fear the atom split
Our hearts in two be torn
Learn from the past... before the storm
We watch the sunrise, and hope
We watch the sunrise, and hope
That it wont be our last

song performed by by Queensryche
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Paparrazzi

Eating ice-cream,
The sun is very hot and you are using the advantage;
But these paparrazzi around will never stop spying on you,
And like the schnapps sold along Oxford Street.

Where there is a will there is a hope,
So mark my words and study my muse;
Because your ice-cream is like the muse of my land!

Where there is a will there is a way,
But my heart will grow on because of your love;
And like the paparrazzi in the land of your muse,
But i am ready to love you with my sweet muse.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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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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Silly; Cats: I Have A Treat For A Black Cat

Black cat why do you run?
I want to have some fun.
Let me pet you.
Let me get you
some fish on toasted bun.

Fish you don't like you say?
What else would make your day?
Some beef perhaps?
Some chicken scraps?
I'll help you have your way.

When you finish your meal
I'll make with you a deal.
Come visit me
and I will see
next time you'll have some veal.

Then together we'll play;
for some toys I will pay.
Then you may nap
upon my lap.
I'll care for you O.K.?

We'll be not all alone.
Each other we shall 'own'.
At night I'll sleep
while watch you keep,
in our bed by the phone.

(10-22-2006)

poem by Bri Edwards
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