Dr. Flash Hour
Horses from Egypt,
Of the prophecy and the love of your muse;
But the cocoa of Ghana is what you need today,
For i am about to tell you a story on this love!
She went to her own country like the royal bounty,
And the forest of Lebanon was exposed;
But i will present to you meat or vegetables at your request,
For Dr. Flash Hour is here with us tonight.
Dr. Flash Hour,
I am lovely and you've got the night;
And i will spread out my wings of love to learn how to fly away with you,
Because i can't easily forget how you taught me how to ride on the horse of Egypt.
My love is with you but the cocoa of Ghana is what you need on this love,
And i am ever ready to present my love along to satisfy you!
For the your sweet muse is like a country with a royal bounty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who Am I?
Who am i?
I was born and grew up in Ghana to an Egyptian mother and a Togolese father;
Who am i?
I have taken to the culture, language and the education of Ghana to this present day;
And i know more about Ghana than Togo and Egypt.
Who am i?
I am an half-cast to satisfy my status;
And i can easily blend with my colleagues in Togo and Egypt as well,
But who am i?
In Ghana i eat a lot of plantain,
In Egypt i eat a lot of couscous,
And in Togo i eat a lot of beans;
So i am an African on apeaceful course.
My accent is very sound in Arabic, French and English;
But you can call me black or white because i am always the same,
For i have never caught the wind with my hands!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Price-Tag
From the price-tag of the vat-system to the price-tag of a rat,
And like the rat race in this world!
But with no compromise to expose your muse to others,
So how cam i pay my water-bills when there is no water running in my tap?
Here in Ghana with many light-outs to put us in darkness always,
And of the days in the darkness with the hope of seeing you once again;
But others do explore the negative ways to jump the bills,
And they are what we call economic thieves! !
Aluminium rod sign-plates,
'God Bless our homeland Ghana' is what they say;
But this first line of our National Anthem had never taught many!
And the price.tag of the Ghanaian still matters to me.
Parliamentarians are late to the parliament,
But that is normal in their own eyes over here in Ghana;
And the African Tea comes next with the muse of the heat,
For the Bushmen are ready with their cutlasses! !
And like the African-Time-Syndrome all over the place.
Incredible! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This is Ghana! !
Our Beloved Country;
But the Ghanaians do love their pockets more than Ghana itself.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Panama
I am from Panama and i am full of words,
So come and let me show you my concubines;
Then, you can explore my sweet love.
With two legs and two eyes,
With two hands and two ears,
And like the two pillars of love!
For, i am looking for a place to stay with this sweet muse.
They ate, drank and slept together! !
So, stay the night and enjoy yourself with my love;
And like 'Dr. Flash Hour' at the rush hour of the day!
But if only if i could hold your breasts and kiss you,
Then i will know your mind on this love.
If only if i could kiss your lips and love,
And like the sweet muse of love being reflected in the mirror! !
For i need ylou and i want your naked body beside me,
And like my concubines in the land of my muse.
Yes, come to Panama to enjoy my muse with the red roses of love,
For, i am loooking for a place to stay with this sweet muse of mine;
And, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Dart Of Passion
A dart of passion inflamed your vitals and,
The act of love took on your emotion;
For this romance was like the art of the muse you've been waiting for,
But i have spread my bed with tapestry of fine linen from Egypt.
I was eagerly looking for you!
That is why i am out here to meet you my love;
Because the girls are back with fun and love,
But there is no sex in this desert around me.
The first floor was for your love and,
The second floor was for your nakedness!
But who will take you up to the third floor of my muse?
There and then you will be able to climb up to the fourth floor.
The dart of passion inflamed your vitals and,
I am only doing my job to satisfy you;
So let me bath you tonight with the muse of my love,
And let us go through all the steps of love tonight.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sweet Vessels
Are you thirsty of love?
Then do come to the sweet vessels of my home and drink;
Are you hungry for love?
Then do attach yourself to the sweet vessels in my room;
Are you lonely without love?
Then do bring yourself to the sweet bed of roses of my love;
Because i do have enough to make glad always.
Like to drink the tea from Kenya,
Come to me before the hand of the clock changes;
And do not accept fake offers from others.
Come to me like Mount Everest,
Which is 8850 metres high;
And share my love like cocoa from Ghana.
I am the one to satisfy you,
I am the one who really understands who you are;
Because i do have enough to make you glad always.
Come to my love,
Come and see where true love lies.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Writer's Ink
I am the writer's ink,
So just write with me without any fear;
I will move more than expected,
I will write more than expected,
I am the writer's ink.
Use me slowly or even faster,
I will talk more than expected;
I do have the message to teach everyone.
Of the beauty of communication,
I am used by everyone;
I am the writer's ink,
I do make people sad or glad;
My ink makes rulers sad,
My ink makes personalities sad,
My ink makes the common man sad,
The way i am used matters.
I am the writer's ink,
I am not expensive;
Buy me and use me always.
How can a country like Ghana be poor? !
Ghana has gold, oil, cocoa and timber;
There are also diamond, bauxite and other minerals;
How then can Ghana be poor? !
The writer's ink should tell us more.
Mismanagement is the food in the country,
Ghana has really more than it needs;
This country shouldn't be poor.
What the leaders say on air is not,
What we see on the ground;
I am the talkative ready to talk.
I am the writer's ink,
I will always speak the truth!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Chocolate For Love
From the cocoa of Ghana
With the sugar from Cuba
Comes the sweet paste for the world
To build love for all
For our children
To share the sweetness from heaven
For the depressed
To loosen up on their stress
The best gifts for valentine
Till Christmas time
For the rich and poor alike
To brighten up their life
Also mixed with tarts
For a good-day start
Chocolate, chocolate, sweet chocolate
Dont ever forget them for any date
Always present them
When playing the love game
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African Comb
You seem to be wiser than the size of your shoes,
But the wind will come and blow you away;
And one day will need an injection from the Doctor like,
What i am going through over here.
From the coast of Ghana and,
Of the flowers of love to share with you;
But do let the African Comb teach us all.
You are wiser than the size of your shoes but,
Let the African Comb teach you at times;
For i am very real towards your love and,
You need the flower pot of love from me.
I have the cocoa pods and,
You have the valley to dry up my mind;
But the rhythm of love will find a way to teach you!
For the wax will melt before the heat of the rod.
By the fruits of your love you shall be known and,
By the sweet of your kiss you shall lead me on;
But the style of this muse is like a Zulu Man from South Africa!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Muse is Egypt
The Muse
Is Egypt
Egyptian to the core
Egyptian to the marrow
What if
It's love more
Today
Than yesterday
And tomorrow
What if
It's true love
My Egypt
The muse
The musician!
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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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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Abu
Put your lovely arms around me and,
Kiss me all over my sweet one!
And like ten donkeys loaded with the best things of Egypt,
You are mine forever on this sweet world between us.
Now put your right hand on my head and,
Kiss me all over again and again!
For my love is for you only like,
The boiling point of water melting an ice.
My love is flowing with milk and honey,
The very liquid for you my love!
So lift up your eyes and look,
For i am always ready for your sweet love.
Abu, i am a woman of peace and love;
And well trained by my parents to care for you.
So come and stay with me my love and,
Let us live forever and ever on this sweet muse of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Take A Look
The hill country of love,
Take a look and do the right thing;
For she is now matured enough to be married,
And like the wings of love in the land of your muse.
The soothsayer's tree,
With earthly things to think about my home;
But your love is powerful like the sun! !
I do respect your muse tenderly like the moon,
And like the joy of the hill country afar;
But let me get closer to your sweet love always.
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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All I Need Is........
All i need is the food that i eat and to love you,
All i need is the room that i sleep in and to love you,
All i need is the air that i breath and to love you,
All i need is the water that i bath and to love you,
All i need is the fish that i eat and to love you,
All i need is the letter that i am writing and to love you,
All i need is the meat that i eat and to love you,
All i need is the tea that i drink and to love you,
All i need is the river that i swim in and to love you,
All i need is the seed that i plant and to love you,
All i need is the bed that i use and to love you,
All i need is the water that flows beside me and to love,
All i need is the bed of roses and to love you,
All i need is the garden of love and to love you,
All i need is your valley of love and to love,
All i need is the kiss of your lips and to love you,
All i need is the peace around you and to love you,
All i need is the care that is around you and to love you,
All i need is the muse of your love and to love you,
All i need is the rainbow up high in the sky and to love you,
All i need is the deep blue sea and to love you,
All i need is a well laid bed and to love you,
All i need is a lovely boat and to love you,
All i need is the romance of your body and to love you,
All i need is the nakedness of your body and to love,
All i need is the sweet blues of your love and to love you,
All i need is the sweet songs from the birds and to love you,
For life is all about the true love around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Wednesday,20th July 1977
Wednesday,20th July 1977!
Taken away by your parents from your place of birth;
And like the muse of love to see another country,
But the struggles out there had made you who you are today! !
For, Rome was not built in a day.
Wednesday, weed, seed, day, as, way, wed, an, den, say, sea, see, deed, need, sad, weeds, dens, needs, days, deeds!
But you were very young by then and, you were taken away into another country due to one reason or the other;
And, nature kept you with the sweet hands of love to make you who you are today,
Because, love from your heart touched the sweet hearts of many! !
And like the colours of the rainbow up high in the sky,
But, you need today to explain things to others as well!
For, the root of love is like the sweet muse of care in the land of beautiful roses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Green Energy
I was born only yesterday and i know nothing!
For my life is like a shadow to you;
But, deep down in my heart, i do love you.
I am like a watered plant in the garden of love,
And with the sunshine watching over me always;
But, i will spread around my branches of love over you.
I love my country and you love your country,
I love my stew and your love your stew,
I love my home and you love your home,
So search for me with your love and i will be there! !
And, come with your Green Energy to touch my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sana Boja II
I want to kill your pain with my love,
And to heal your mind with a great kiss!
For the emerald of the rice fields are your crowns,
And like the muse of your love in the land of peace.
Underwater coral gardens,
Of the ambience well attuned and well relaxed;
And like a feel of a joyful ride.
Young pineapples and exotic bananas!
We are just teenagers on this love;
but you are 'Sana Boja' from Gambia,
And, i will always remember you on this muse.
'First cut is the deepest'! !
And i still remember the days of your short vist to me in Ghana;
However, i will always heal you with my love,
For the lamp of the body is the eye.
Where your treasure is, there also is your heart!
But follow the narrow path to lead you always to my home;
And like the muse of love in the land of peace,
For i will always remember you my sweet 'Sana Boja'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Like the Wings of Love
To gaze at me is like the wings of love,
And to learn from me is like the muse of peace;
For i am left alone in the garden of love,
And i need you to be around me.
I am well to look at and you are well to look at,
She is well to look at and he is well to look at;
But i have to teach you my duty when the morning comes,
For peace is the muse of my sweet love.
Old age has yet his or her honour and,
To gaze at me is like the wings of love;
But i am like the loneliest fish in the lonely sea,
And like the muse of your love which toils daily to succeed!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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