Chosen Virgins
These are the virgins who have been chosen to meet you,
But the Great Message will be on the Sea of Glass!
For your love was seen among them.
3 out of 4 and 5 out of 6!
Roast, toast, boast, coast;
And like the cats and the dogs playing in your garden,
But it sounded like a male voice in the burning bush of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Love! ! !
I Love riding my bike
Playing with my sister
Playing with my cat
And Pizza
I Love playing frozen tag
Playing dinosaurs
Watching T.V.
And hot dogs
And I Love you too.
I Love fluffy brown dogs
Cute little cats
Tiny baby hamsters
And Monopoly
I Love going to camp
Going fishing with dad
Going shopping with mom
And spagetti
And I Love you too.
I Love playing baseball in summer
Hockey in the winter
Soccer in the spring
And hamburgers
I Love having my birthday
Having friends over
Going to parties
And onions
And I LOVE you too.
Another poem writen by my son when in grade 2
poem by Tracey Collins
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Savant
Slice the roast as we toast the savant.
Sip the wine and let's dine with cresçents.
A special honor is bestowed upon him.
The one with chosen 'gifts' within.
No clue he leaves he believes himself great!
But we must show him we at least appreciate...
The patience he has shown for the waste,
Average men like us create!
Slice this roast as we toast the savant!
Sip the wine and let us dine
With cresçents all we want!
A special honor comes to him...
He with unlimited patience
To allow us to feed,
From the treasures upon us he descends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Desires
Come to me and have all that your heart desires,
And let me know the state of your mind on this love;
Because the flood waters are still around you!
The day of visitation and the day of love,
Does the axe boast itself against him who chops with it? !
But this love is like the burning of fire in the bush.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A toast
There's wine in the cup, Vancouver,
And there's warmth in my heart for you,
While I drink to your health, your youth, and your wealth,
And the things that you yet will do.
In a vintage rare and olden,
With a flavour fine and keen,
Fill the glass to the edge, while I stand up to pledge
My faith to my western queen.
Then here's a Ho! Vancouver, in wine of the bonniest hue,
With a hand on my hip and the cup at my lip,
And a love in my life for you.
For you are a jolly good fellow, with a great, big heart, I know;
So I drink this toast
To the "Queen of the Coast."
Vancouver, here's a Ho!
And here's to the days that are coming,
And here's to the days that are gone,
And here's to your gold and your spirit bold,
And your luck that has held its own;
And here's to your hands so sturdy,
And here's to your hearts so true,
And here's to the speed of the day decreed
That brings me again to you.
Then here's a Ho! Vancouver, in wine of the bonniest hue,
With a hand on my hip and the cup at my lip,
And a love in my life for you.
For you are a jolly good fellow, with a great, big heart, I know;
So I drink this toast
To the "Queen of the Coast."
Vancouver, here's a Ho!
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Less’er Love, And A Rose, In My Garden
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…at times I have lesser love
And in less is more, very much more
…………….and there is this garden
..the garden, ours by the Grace of the Life Force, supreme God
..there is this Rose, and those Roses there… all chose a place to be
I, the Gardner choose the blooms from which Rose goes to the glass next my bed
I love this Rose, and less but similar those other
….they decide when to bloom
In sping late winter their souls weep, as I sheer, as I must
In spring and summer and early winter we rejoice as they bloom abundantly
…..every night one bloom from The Rose that’ad also chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…..only one Rose reads to me… I a lesser Gardener
Lesser, cause I’m only able t’love one Rose…..this Rose here
….those Roses there, some’r lessor Roses, some’r superior Roses, are my friends
Lesser in texture, shape and fiber and fragrance
Some superior in texture, or shape and or fiber and or fragrance
Friends equal in dimension with the Rose, but less in love than the Rose
…..every night one bloom from The Rose, that’s chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I, the gardener…. I prune, sheer…. at times
These other Roses who chose my garden
...so valuable in a muchness o’ Friendship,
…the quality their love much the same as that The Rose
Different the lesser my love, even though my caring equals that towards The Rose
We are blessed, those of us in the garden
…the magnificence of this garden in my life is the sumtotal of you all in my garden
I drink your fragrance intoxicated with love
I love The Rose, and my friends these other Roses in the garden Bless this love
poem by Johan Fourie
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Things I Love
I love the sun
I love lying in the sun, relaxing on a lounge
Working hard for a cold glass of sweet tea
Playing in the water, fishing in the late afternoon
I love the sun very much
But not as much as I love you
I love a glass of wine
I love a glass of red wine beside the company of a lady
Talking over the day, bathing in the winelight
Listening to soft music by a fire together
I love a glass of wine very much
But not as much as I love you
I love the words
I love forming the words into meaningful tapestries
Searching for just the right phrase, the perfect sound
Projecting what’s on my heart to you, good reader
I love the words very much
But not as much as I love you
I love the rain
I love sitting by the window, my breath fogged on the cool glass
Contemplating a quiet moment, my thoughts far away
Watering the earth to make good things grow
I love the rain very much
But not as much as I love you
I love many things
I love so many things about this life I can’t list them all
Parties, meals, a job well done, victory, cleansing tears and dogs
Small town softball games and walking along a forest trail
I love many things very much
And yet, my dear, I love you much more
poem by David Terry
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Her Nakedness
In the winter house you will meet her garden of love and,
In the summer house you will meet her nakedness!
And like the message of the fowls of the air who do view us all.
With my soul i have desired you my love,
For you are naked under the apple tree of love;
With my love i will be with you always,
For your nakedness is before me like a film!
But i saw the face of a man, a woman and a child within.
Old and patched,
My life is like the gragons of the sea!
But being crafty and deceitful is your love,
For you are always naked in the heat of the summer.
Her nakedness,
And of the lust of the flesh that is always seen around;
But try to learn from the double walls of love,
For it is time to wake up from the lust of the eyes.
Soot, smoke and dust;
The red sea dried up for her nakedness to appear!
But watch and see who is playing around her,
For her summer house is ready for her lovers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Malta Is My Love
Malta is my home and Malta is my love,
And I've got the birds at the coast to great you all;
But like the muse of your love,
You will always meet me at the coast as your tourist guide.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Where was father?
Quick to flatter without falter
Spreading out his seeds with speed
Leading mother to the altar
Declining to take on his role and lead
When it was time to fulfill my needs
Where was father when I needed him most?
It hurts to hear others speak of fathers and boast
Where was father when I needed him most?
I gathered he cowardly conceded his post
Where was father when I needed him most?
Did he set off for greener grasses by the coast?
We speak of fathers and mothers
We seek in no chronological order
Their guidance and support
As we learn back and forth
Where was father when I needed him most?
He abandoned his bedpost and left us to roast
Where was father when I needed him most?
It mattered to me to have him as a family host
He should have been
My personal mentor!
My cherished educator!
My inflexible motivator!
My life striving navigator!
Shall I put up a glass and shamefully toast?
To a man who stayed clear of being my guidepost
Where was father when I needed him most?
Without remorse I desire to bury his ghost
Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Bread & Butter
I love bread and butter
and jam upon hot toast
and flowers in the summer
but I love you most.
I love the red spring tulips
and cold strawberry mousse
and I love chocolate pudding
but I love you most.
I love bread and butter
and honey for to spread
though honey is but nothing
to your warm caress.
I love bread and butter
but egg with chips will do
although they only half compare
to my love for you.
I dare not feign indifference
I love a red, red rose.
Their scent is ever fragrant
but I love you most.
You know I love my mother
and sumptuous Sunday roast,
I love her home made puddings
but I love you most.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Phantom Storm - (Villanelle)
a storm is coming up the coast
some other place they’d rather be
the mariners fear this one most
they pour some rum and drink a toast
as tortured souls try to break free
a storm is coming up the coast
a skeleton ship that’s manned by ghosts
made up of sailors lost at sea
the mariners fear this one most
abandoned hope and left their posts
from sinking ships they could not flee
a storm is coming up the coast
in pirate tales they often boast
but now reduced to beg and plea
the mariners fear this one most
they sold their souls to Satan’s host
to sail into eternity
a storm is coming up the coast
the mariners fear this one most
poem by Charlie Parant
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I am the one (Terzanelle)
I am the one to whom animals flock,
dogs, cats and every tame dove
as if bewitched by the midnight clock,
coming to me as if I am, the one that they love
without getting attention from me,
dogs, cats and every tame dove
has something that they see
looking past human sense
without getting attention from me,
coming sincerely without pretence.
I am the one with love in my heart
looking past human sense
always trying to be me, without playing a part
trying to learn from the creation of the almighty God
I am the one with love in my heart,
to some just another sod,
I am the one to whom animals flock,
trying to learn from the creation of the almighty God
as if bewitched by the midnight clock.
[Reference: I am the one by Thomas Hardy.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Wave's love
Sea...
wave's playing...
One by oneü
One is female...
One is male...
Yes...
Run back to
Male wave say
'I love you...'
Run fast to 1st
Female wave say
' ok catch and kiss me...'
Male run back...
Female run fast...
Did not catch
The male wave for
Female wave...
Daily sea play the lovwely
Game on sea...
One day...
Male and female wave's
Catch the simply too
Love... love...
That day earth was dead....
For wave's love...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Dogs (Homage)
Man’s best friend?
Why?
There is nothing quite as cute as a puppy
Dogs are more than pets, they’re companions
Dogs are fiercely loyal
Dogs protect life & property, even to their own demise
Dogs do not judge their masters
Dogs are grateful for any food fed them
Dogs can be trained to carry, guide, search, rescue and hunt
Dogs are great listeners
Dogs are ready to play anytime
Dogs are emotional sponges that absorb human misery
Dogs are wonderful match-makers and buffers
Dogs can chase away “The blues”
You can take a dog’s balls and he’ll still love you
Yes,
Dogs are 'Man’s best friend'
After all God is Dog spelled backwards...
poem by Ray Lucero
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Meet My Mummy
as the thought gurgul's in my tummy
it's time for me to introduce you to my mummy
we have played the dating game
flowers, choclates and lot's of champange
meet my mummy
we have walked on the sea coast
to our health we have raised many toast's
but a peek on the cheek is all i have recived
i have tried all my idel bantter
but i know you won't give it to me till i make you meet my mummy
meet my mummy
she is a cute old dame
i have used her in many of my love games
when i am unsure that you will sleep with me
i know it's time for me to take you to mummy
meet my mummy
because mummy will reassure you
that i am ur real prince charming
my mummy's smile is very disarming
when nothing will do the trick
it's time to stop being a prick
it's time for you to meet my muumy
meet my mummy
when i have used all the bait
and taken you out for sevral dates
and still you shy away from holding my hand
it's time to play the mummy band
meet my mummy
when all my re-assurances have failed
when you are still unsure will our love sail
it's time to bring in the mummy gail
meet my mummy
she generally does the trick
beta beta you are so pretty
what lovely match you two will make
you can trust mummy to fix up the marriage cake
meet my mummy
now that you have her assurance
it's time to jump with me in bed
it's sex time kitten
it's a great script that my mummy has written
so folks
whenever you fail to get a woman laid
the mummy game
will always work on your dame..............
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Fools On This Earth
Yesterday it was like a woman's voice at 4: 45 P.M.,
But today it rather sounded like a male voice at 1: 10 P.M.;
So i spoke a foreign language to confuse them,
Because people have turned out to be fools on this earth!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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