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Eloquent Orator

The beautiful vessels,
The counsellor and the eloquent orator are here to stay;
But everyone loves gifts and goes after rewards,
And i am now like a garden without water.
Chains, bracelets and veils;
In the garden of love to respect my muse,
But the eloquent orator and the counsellor are here to stay.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Skillful Artisan

Uplifted,
Under your direction,
With your remedy;
Nose, lose, prose, pose, chose, hose!
Skillful artisan,
Eloquent orator,
Upon all the beautiful vessels of love;
And, into the cliffs of the rocks.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Emerson

I saw the bee!
But when i came around to your garden, it turned into a butterfly;
Yes, in the land of your muse where you have a beautiful garden.
For, true love brought me closer to you.
This is about the wonderful garden of your love! !
And of all the things planted in this garden;
But, your magical works tranformed this bee that i saw into a butterfly,
However, i will always like to visit this garden of love.
I am Emerson and, this bee that i saw attracted me to your beautiful garden;
And like the muse of true love in the land of beautiful flowers,
But, this magical touch will always be in my mind.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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1 Among 50

A few out of many,
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote;
And like a lovely garden with the muse of love,
But the rain comes to water us all in peace.

Do exactly what you have in mind,
And do what is nice to respect my love;
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote,
For the joy of this garden is like living in paradise!

Obey my voice and obey my love,
And like the lovely songs of the birds around;
For this garden is all that we have,
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote!
And the true peace of the mind always comes with love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stay Beautiful

Stay Beautiful
Even if we don’t stay friends
Stay Beautiful
Even if we fall apart
Stay Beautiful
Because you’re going to be someone in life
Stay Beautiful
For me or if not for me
Stay Beautiful
For yourself or for the people you love
Just Stay Beautiful
Because someday you’re going to find the one
You really truly love and she’ll be telling you
To Stay Beautiful too
Stay Beautiful
Because you’re an amazing person and
That’ll never change and
Stay Beautiful
Because you’re one and in a million and
Stay Beautiful
Just to stay the beautiful person
You are today and
Stay Beautiful
Because that’s who you are
You’re Beautiful

poem by Hayley Foster
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Today... 'The Counsellor

Wonderful Counsellor and Mighty God
You dwelt with men and earths pathways trod.
Reaching out to all mankind with Your love
and bringing God's the wisdom from above.

Leading and guiding us on our life's walk
through You by our prayers to God we talk.
When we look back we are able to say
'My great Counsellor led me all the way

None better than You to counsel mankind
for You opened the eyes of those born blind
You assembled us with such tender care
and You reached out to us Your love to share.

(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)

poem by Roy Allen
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Sculpture Garden

Twilight in the sculpture garden
When we walk around the place
Look upon the beautiful secrets
That all the artists' made.

How fast the light has faded
And we still wanna stay
Turn down the noise in the city
The dark downtown parade.

At night they turn the water on around the artworks
In the garden

song performed by by Semisonic from Pleasure E.P.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In This Garden

In this garden
In this beautiful garden
The flowers and the grass
The stones and the water
The sculptures and all art
Sing a song
A song of beauty
A song of harmony
A song of hope

The wind whistles gently
Is it to the east?
Or is it to the west?
I don’t know and I don’t need to know
All is so beautiful

Hush…
Hush humanity
Hush…

I can feel the scent on y nostrils
The scent of the flowers
The sound of the water nearby welcoming
Peace
In this garden
In this beautiful garden
With beautiful flowers
Where art lives

Hush
Play the music
Let the flowers live the music
Let the drums be heard
Let the music come to life
Play the music
Let it be heard here today
In this garden
In this beautiful garden
With very beautiful flowers
Where art comes to life

poem by Jack Shaka
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Life's Garden

We all grow up in this Garden called Life,
There are many inner and outer strifes,
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
There are weeds and pests in this Garden called Life,
They are know as ignorance, greed, and vice.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life.
Every garden needs sunshine and rain,
In this garden you will find joy and pain.
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Plant sparsely, your harvest will be a pittance,
Plant bountifully, your harvest will be munificence,
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Did you plant deeds of joy, love and peace?
Or did you drop seeds of hatred, conflict, and gloom?
The world will know by the plants' bloom.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!

poem by Anna B. Kurzweil
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Listen To Your Father

Of the wood of Lebanon,
The voice of a turtledove;
Of the mountain of leopards,
The honey from the honeycomb;
Of the fruits of their doings,
The voice of an eloquent orator;
Of the harp and the lyre,
The skilful mind of the artisan;
Of the tambourine and the flute,
Like the sins of Sodom;
Listen to your father when he speaks.
Of the garden of nuts,
The fragrance of apples;
Of the shaking of the Olive tree,
The ships of Tarshish;
Of the lofiiness of man,
Like the mountain of spices!
Listen to your father when he talks.
Of the waters of the Euphrates River,
Like the wells of salvation;
Of the top of the head,
Like the sole of the foot;
Of the roaring of the sea,
Like the rose of Sharon;
Of the children of one'syouth,
A message like an old male goat;
Of the sacrifice of fools,
Like the tears of the oppresssed;
Of the interpretation of a thing,
Like the son of a noble birth;
Of the works of man's hand,
Like the sun which rules by day;
Of the root that brings forth gall and wormwood,
The moon and the stars rule by night;
Listen to your father who begot you.
Of beautiful ornaments on your neck,
Like the virgin Miriam;
Of the Topaz of Ethiopia,
Like the springs of life from your mind;
Do listen to your father always.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Secret Language Of Birds

This sparkling wine is all but empty.
Too late for trains and no taxis.
I know the feeling. seems all too contrived.
There was no master plan but the fact is:
You must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.
A tentative dawn about to be breaking
On a rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding.
The truth of the matter, yet to be spoken
In words on which everything, everythings riding.
Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.
Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling.
Lie in the stillness, window cracked open.
Extended moments, hours for the taking.
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold brushstroke.
Painted verse with a chorus in waiting.
Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When You Define A Thing

when you define
a thing, you limit it,
it is like fencing
your garden
the garden becomes
a set of exclusive
flowers, and anything
not like it becomes
a weed, and anything
that moves
becomes a pest

it is not that you
do not define, we do
it sometimes
only to understand
the limits of
understanding,

but we must be open
to other possibilities
of a garden,
a garden of stones
a garden of sand
of mud, of water
a fountain, a garden
of winds, of clouds

a garden of memories
like a poem
for instance, a garden
of words,
words with arms open
to the magic
of further creation
words still trying
to define themselves
in the garden
of the unknown

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Motive

The green garden and the blue lover!
The love of your blues over the flowers;
But wash yourself separately for the first time.
Look beyond personality and learn a lot,
For the first time can change many things!
And like your sweet muse in the green garden.
Measure yourself by the things you value in this life,
For there is a difference between abuse and discipline;
And like the motive of your love in this garden.
The right choice is now with your integrity,
So do make sure that he or she is a moral person;
And like the muse of your sweet love in the green garden.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rosemary

Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne
The mirror was a window she sat by alone.
All around the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue.
She came dead and she went, and at last went away, the garden was sealed when the
Flowers decayed.
On the wall of the garden a legend did say, no one may come here since no one may
Stay.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Flowers or garden

There are beautiful blossoms
In the garden
And the garden looks gorgeous
I often think
Whether it is flowers which make
A garden beautiful or
It is a garden that enhances the beauty of flowers
But it is certain that both are
Incomplete without each other.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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In the Garden, With My Father

It is spring.
As in my garden, I stand.
In the garden -
My father is there;
... though long since gone...
He IS there.
I tend to the weeds,
The veggies and flowers...
He is there.

I never understood him
(as I should have, could have) ...
Until now,
Here, in the garden.
Where I, like he, work the soil.
I've come just recently
(these last few years)
To enjoy and love my garden so.
- I am not as surprised afterall, as I would have thought,
To find him here.
Here, in the garden.
He loved his garden very much.......
I - at that early age of restless youth - had no use
For such slow moving things.

But now, I see, and myself move, at a much slower pace.
Therefore, it is him I am here and now able to see,
In the garden.
Watching it all grow, so peacefully.

It is somewhat sad, that now,
When I can no longer tell him,
I understand.
For I have come to find... I love the garden too,
Just as much as he;
And we both always will.
My father - standing in the garden -
I now know.
After all these long years.
And I've missed him so;
But, how wonderful to find,
He IS here...
In the garden, our garden,
Always, with me.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Echo

Rust on his wail and melted like the snow,
And like fair women and brave men;
But death's prophetic ears gather the tears.
Trembling in distress and the look of things,
With checks all pale at night!
And like the flying feet without a rest at last.
Merry as a marriage-bell,
That was the echo of the wind to my ears at last;
But with soft eyes ans the look of the muse of love,
And the pleasant things of love are always around me.
Cold and low ans full of lusty life,
And in beauty's circles i will share my muse with you;
For the breasts of love do water my peaceful garden.
Double joy went through my mind with your muse,
And with rich blossom trees to swing along;
But your deep-blue eyes are here to stay.
The lilies gave me love and peace like,
The fresh water from your ocean of love;
But the echo around me is like the ruler of your waters,
And of the early flowers of the muse of your paradise.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Garden Of Serenity

Come on take my hand
Come on little stranger
The spirits are angry
Stay away from danger
This is insanity
This could be the end
This is insanity
Farewell my friend

In the garden of serenity
In the garden of serenity
In the garden of serenity
In the garden of serenity

Meet me in the graveyard
We'll walk among the dead
On a midnight odyssey
Riding in my head

I'm not your enemy
Girl

song performed by by Ramones from Halfway To Sanity
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For Five Cedis

The lovely singers and of a dove's dung sold for five 'Cedis'!
The words you speak with your lover is always being heard outside;
So do watch out for the words coming out from your bedroom.

Engagement, enlargement, dimensions!
The words you spoke in your bedroom are already being heard;
And to write my muse is like to proclaim the message of your love,
For true love refreshes and keeps alive always.

The water of life and the liquid of love,
To work out the vineyards of love and to sing the muse;
And in your own eyes with an encounter.

The paasion of love and the water of life,
I am at the outer most heights of the mountains of Lebanon!
For the lust of the flesh is all about the love in the air,
And Adam was not able to correct his wife, Eve.

Trees in the Garden of Eden,
And of Hiroshima and Nagasaki!
But fulfil ye my love with your joy on this side of the river;
For the bedroom noise of love is all being heard around your house.

We have a job to do and,
This message is clear to all who heard the cry of love!
For out of the garden of love came something sweet;
But in pain you shall bring forth your children.

The fountains of the deep came with love,
And of the deep blue ocean with your speech at last;
For the raven and the dove came to watch your acts in this garden,
And out of the garden you came at last.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No man was ever eloquent by trying to be eloquent, but only by being so.

quote by George Henry Lewes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Stay Put

Up to the end of the year stay put,
Living in a twist of the atmosphere, stay put.

I gather words and breath of oxygen,
Indeed the stay on Earth is to adhere, stay put.

My empire needs growing every day,
This garden of the soul can appear and stay put.

The air is eerie and cool, once a day,
The nights are clear with the biosphere, they stay put.

The slumber of ooze is such that the night is dear,
When years function I am absent with beer, just stay put.

You must decide the life to fetch and burrow,
A year takes shape, my enemy is to disappear, I still stay put.

poem by Naveed Akram
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