Dunbar
This signal of your love and this signal of my muse,
It was joy when i heard of your words!
And like a visit to Lagos in Portugal,
But, i had the same experience in Lagos (Nigeria) some years ago.
Heavy metals and simple words,
Down the riverside to wait for you;
And like Dunbar your friend in the land of many waters!
But, thousands of flowers and candles are needed over here like,
The soft meat in the land of sweet songs!
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Denkyria
Denkyria beauty,
Denkyria works of arts!
But in Pennsylvania with my muse to look for my lover;
Because, i last met her in Lagos (Nigeria) !
And, at a place called Maryland in Lagos;
However, the sailing boat brought me here to look for her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This Is Lagos
'This is Lagos'!
And you have to be very careful to learn from what you see,
For life over here is faster than Harlem in New York!
And it is faster than the bee as well.
Life is very hot and rough over here in Lagos,
But it goes along with the wise and the fool;
Since the people are always ready to share with you.
'This is Lagos'!
And it is too real to believe what you see at times;
But this place is still part of Nigeria.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Street Of Lagos
This is street of Lagos
one of the greatest city in
Africa.In the street layed
the crowd of the country
it is known as a meeting
place for all ethnic.
This is Lagos.
This is lagos in the street
sit the beggar, beging for arms
the noise in the streets can
rise the dead from the grave.
Fights at the end of the street
day by day, as the leaves
fall from the tree day by
day, that is how people fall
down in the street.
This is Lagos.
This is Lagos, the traders
advertise their products
with sweet voices.
Trucks in streets, go
Slow is the order of the
day.At the order side of
the street stands the
policemen extorting
Money from the buses
drivers.
This is Lagos.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Oshodi
The sighting of an elephant
Is beyond sight seeing
Eagle's flight is incontestable by hawk
Greatness is above physique
Oshodi is a unique land
OShodi is sleepless like a duck
Oshodi a rich land like the ocean
No land can boast of your wealth
Human heads spread like trees
Legs are like grasses in the savannah
Oshodi, the nerve centre of Lagos
Traffic hoots ceaselessly
Merchants thrive like a palm tree
Planted at the river side
Only the industrious survives in Oshodi
Oshodi has two faces
Oshodi-Oke is at the top
Oshodi-Isale is down the bridge
Strangers are confused where to disembark
Ceaseless hooting confuses newcomers
Oshodi the entrepot of Lagos
You are like the internet connetivity
Pointing to other parts of Lagos
Oshodi is a melting pot
Your identities are mixed
Who ever comes to Lagos
Must pay you homage
Oshodi is a unique city
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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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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Mr. And Mrs. James Akpan II
Of your spiritual inner-self,
Of my spiritual inner-self,
But, i am made among the people of this earth!
And, wisdom is my first priority;
However, Mrs. Akpan will still remember her words towards me on the day of the contract.
This muse of life is now being elevated with the peace of the mind,
These works of joy are now being seen among you all!
With the indications of love from my mind to influence you;
And like the road leading to the house of the royal elephant,
But, i am what i am today with the sweet muse of life.
Wisdom leads to great success! !
back in the days, and to remember this journey on the very hard road;
But, with the muse of my roots in mind to deliver my works,
However, i am what i am today with the sweet muse of life.
Peace and joy to the Akpan family whom i met some years ago in Lagos (Nigeria) !
For, my heart will always bring out peace and joy to all with my works;
And my mouth shall always speak out wisdom to teach many,
However, i am what i am today with much experiences in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Urhan
In the land of peace,
In the land of care,
In the land of hope,
In the land of dreams,
In the land of love;
And like the muse of your sweet songs so heard afar!
But Urhan will like to meet you as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Your Beauty Had....
A time to talk and of the time to write,
A time to read and a time to learn,
Your beauty is all over me!
For we almost look alike and you are what the muse brought to me.
Your beauty had taken me up so high!
And it has also taken my breath away;
In delight and in words,
And in calmly waters to move me about with the sweet muse of love.
I high level of friction on this love is like a cry of joy! !
And the sweet muse of your love is all that it takes;
But the shape of your naked body tells it all,
And like the words of a bard searching for the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Papa
Papa, this is your son writing to you from a very strange land;
There is air on this land but with the floating minds that muses,
And of the power of love and the power of the muse that it brings.
I have been able to live here for many years and,
I have taken your words and i am now myself over here.
This is a very strange land with no air,
But your words had taken me in that far;
For up and close and personal is the muse that the land shares.
I am living on this strange land with my lover,
But my heart will grow on to fulfil my dreams;
Papa, it is all coming back to you now!
For your words are my weapons over here to muse up with others.
The immortality of the mortals seems far from this dream,
And i will always do my best to get you the news from here always;
But if the walls could talk, they could have told you much already.
I will give up on this dream and,
Living in this strange land will be my weapon ahead;
For, i left home to be able to satisfy you people as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lathe
The first call came from you to strengthen my soul,
And this tells me how much that you love me;
But to meet your muse is like the meat in my soup.
An ion from an iron,
And to hear your call is like to be here together with me;
But to see your muse afar is like the sea near my house,
For the waste has now reached to the waist of my neighbour!
A tin from a teen is like the Code Number 211!
But Lathe was there to save you;
For you were lost in the land of your muse,
And like the signal of the call from your love! !
But, will a nation be born at once? !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Baobab
I am a man from Ajejule,
And i an now taking a rest under a big baobab tree;
For my life in Lagos has taken its toll,
And i am now like a tired bird in the sun.
I am a vegetarian and i am lonely in the ghetto,
But very quiet and peaceful like the genealogical records of mankind.
One day i will open the door with the golden handles,
One day i will come to you with my sweet love,
But my life in Lagos has taken its toll.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Rhyme Of Lagos
Lagos, City of the idle
Here I come, to join
in this struggle,
Tho' you pretend to be busy
But life here isn't easy,
A decade is long enough
time to be away from home
But here in lagos, I still
find hope.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Cross River State
Port Harcourt, Enugu, Makurdi, Kaduna, Zaria;
Living in my hut in Ogoja to satisfy my muse,
But the muse of my love comes from Cross River State.
Kano, Jos, Sokoto, Lagos, Abeakuta;
The story of my life style to muse uo with my culture,
But the muse of my home comes from Cross River State.
Ogoja, Abakaliki, Obudu, Baterik, Obubra;
This story of my various movements is all about Nigeria,
And this muse of mine is all about my love in Cross River State.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Huseini Hamed
Huseini Hamed where are you?
I've been searching everywhere fro you;
Huseini Hamed where are you?
From Lagos to the other parts of Nigeria,
I am still saerching for you.
Is it that you've gone back to your State in Benue?
Tell me if you are.
My best friend where are you?
Do give me a clue to look for you;
Huseini Hamed where are you?
I have even sent out people to look for you;
And, i still hope that one day we will meet again.
Oh my best friend where are you?
Are you still in Nigeria?
Try to give me a clue to find you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lovina
My birth place is the Earth but,
I am preparing myself to go to heaven;
For the sun is shining on me and the flowers are blooming to respect my muse,
But the hope of the unseen heaven is all that i have in mind.
I am preparing myself to go to heaven!
And like the sound of silence and the sound of love;
But the troubles of this Earth are like the sounds of war and the sound of peace,
And like the golden banana and the golden pineapples.
I have to run faster trhan the lion!
Because, i need to overcome the troubles around me to reach the heavens;
But, this Earth is my birthplace.
I am now reaching to heaven! !
And i am very hot like a trip from Oshodi to Yaba in Lagos (Nigeria):
But, my lovely name is Lovina,
And you are as cold as ever.
There is always the power to love and the power of dreams,
And like a monkey hanging on a tree;
But, you are like a gold miner ready for my love,
However, the hope of this unseen heaven is always in my mind.
I have the code of the heaven's gate to share with you,
And like my love so sweet in the land of peace and beauty;
But pride comes before a fall in life,
However, i will get off on this dream to get to heaven!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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As Sweet As Honey
Come to the land of beauty to taste my love,
For there is a special creamy milk set for you to taste;
Come to the land of love to taste the true meaning of my love,
For there you will meet the beautiful young ladies!
And the handsome men are there to cheer you up.
This is like a folklore story of love and,
You will love to stay the night in your nakedness;
For te land is full of sweet aroma of words,
And my love is as sweet as honey.
You will be infused with the rivers along the line and,
You will hear the music of love being played daily;
For your health will be taken care with my love.
You will visit me again and again after your first experience,
For the sweet taste of love is the thing that you need;
And i am the example of the things that moves your love.
There is a dramatic act of love out here and,
You will like to run naked in the dark as well;
And you will live on to love me,
For i am as sweet as honey and your dreams will come true!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Commerciality
Fire sign, indicate luminous pornography
Heliograph and morse photography
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Coherent, match and blazing cuneiform wide open
Sales pitch, high pitch, noise
Brakes too soft to burn, envisage this
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Package, carton, package and carton, sell and package and carton
Sell and package and carton, sell and package and carton
Sell, package and sell, package
Just revitalize, revitalize, revitalize, whats this now?
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Sell and revitali-, vitalize and home pride
From tractors to tea-bags, from here to eternity, oh god, help me
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
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Dvd
Diving tino your love with the violet light that muses!
Veronica my love;
But, try to download the sweet muse of my love to enhance your status.
On the riverside,
Along with the muse of the land of your joy! !
But, try to take along your DVD;
For, this muse of love is all that you need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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She Sang the Songs...
She sang the songs... he wrote the words;
sweet words of love, in perfect time
to her style... soft words of love;
the lyrics to her Country songs
of love and heartbreak, hope and sadness;
life spread out in flawless rhyme,
but they were really hopes, and dreams
of his...
he knew this, all along.
She wrote songs as well; and, when he read them...
his heart missed a beat;
Beneath the stave, below the notes...
her lyrics, in her childlike hand;
soft words of love, he longed to hear
her say to him...
all whispered, sweet;
now, here they were, before his eyes...
but, accident...
or gently planned?
Were they whispers of her heart...
or just composed from out her head?
he had no way of knowing,
but... in either case, her words were sweet;
a silky glide across the page...
a wistful ballad... hearts that bled;
he sadly smiled, yes... his heart bled as well,
but,
to a different beat.
She sang the songs... he wrote the words,
words from his heart... soft, yet intense;
Perhaps, one day, she'd see
they were for her...
and, not her audience.
poem by Dream Weaver
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