Enlisted
Enlisted,
Engaging,
Suspected;
With agencies to smoke out the odd people!
But, you were sparked by the muse of my love.
Campaigns,
Capped,
Politicians,
Hitting the streets to protest! !
But, i will still write out my mind even in people's closets.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sparked
Investigations,
Sparked,
Timely;
Consistent to your love like the muse of peace,
But try to listen to the issues of your people in times of need.
Sparked, parked, ask, as, pads, sap, peak, rakes, ears;
But it will be amended like the muse of your love!
However, try to listen to the needs of your own people.
Sparked, raked, pare, pears, sear, desk, sake, ark, spade, dear;
And like my love so laid down before you!
But try to understand the issues of your people.
Sparked, speak, peas, sea, era, are, asked, dark, park, reads;
With timely love to swing with the sweet sounds of your muse!
But try to understand the issues of your people and give them a helping hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Become Suspected
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To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
And you
Say you're happy
I can say,
I'm doing well myself
But you
Wont believe
I've seen you...
Sneaking with somebody else.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo doo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
I give you no reason
To become suspected
Do I give you reason
To become suspected
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
Doo doo doo do doooooooohhh!
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
No reason for pleasin'
To become suspected
How could I leave you
To become suspected...
As two people can suspect too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writing Poetry
Some people write poetry
to fulfil their dream,
others write it as a personal diary.
While yet more write to protest.
Some write sonnets
for unfrequented love.
Some bring laughter
to sad faces somewhere,
while others dwell on memories
that they would like to share.
Some write of love, while
others write of God.
Write as you will on anything,
but the main point is that you write,
and give joy to all that will read.
poem by David Harris
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Protest With Those Protesting
Don't get erratic
Like the people in the streets.
I say emphatically...
Help them protest
A lack of quality!
You chased the 'bling' of things.
Titles and socialites,
And what you thought a good life brings.
You laughed at me.
Because I had my hands in toilets,
And cleaning sinks.
But I owned what I did.
And learned from invested time in it!
What did you learn?
How to pick up a pink slip...
Smile and be replaced!
Don't get erratic
Like the people in the streets.
I say emphatically...
Help them protest
A lack of quality!
I can think of no one better,
Than you.
How best to discuss,
A digust with a life you knew!
I can think of no one better,
Than you.
To protest with those protesting,
How they assisted themselves
In being screwed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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People Like To Keep A Heat Provoked
Blowing out fires after starting them...
Isn't going to clear the smoke.
And,
Whoever is hired to keep smoke chokers away...
Is the one that chokes the most.
People like to keep a heat...
Provoked.
Even people on the streets,
Are...
Attracted to the smoke.
People like to keep a heat...
Provoked.
Even people on the streets,
Are...
Attracted to the smoke.
Blowing out fires after starting them...
Isn't going to clear the smoke.
People like to keep a heat...
Provoked.
Even people on the streets,
Are...
Attracted to the smoke.
And,
Whoever is hired to keep smoke chokers away...
Is the one that chokes the most.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Look what happened with the employment law in France-the law was withdrawn because the people marched in the streets. I think what we need is a global protest movement of people who won't give up.
quote by Jose Saramago
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Coloured Eggs III
I was a stranger and you took me in,
But my muse today is like your life on a tree house;
However, a stream came down from the snow capped mountain! !
And, your items were all washed away in the name of nature.
You and i got to suffer in this world! !
But, the Laws and the Prophets are there to guide us on;
For, he who handles a matter wisely will find success.
A comb of honey,
The muse of love,
Understanding is the spring of life!
So, live your life in the right way always and,
Let there be peace and love in this universe.
'El' is the ruler of the Gods!
And, 'the dragon' represents Satan! ! !
But, the tadpole swims with joy,
For, your nakedness is now seen in the rain.
Leave them alone! !
For, they are blind leaders of the blind;
Oh, deceived people!
When will you learn?
For, the religious customs of the people are in vain.
The last power,
The last hour,
The last move;
But today, my people are too blind to see!
For, they now worship coloured eggs in the name of a feast.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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People talk the streets hypnotic
Another day has come
And I cannot help it
I’ve got to go out and hear
I’ve got to go out and let it hear me
Walk the streets like walk the clouds
People speak people laugh
People laugh and their laughter
Spreads my laughter too
People look at me I look at them
They want to come into my eyes
They wonder I wonder
I take them like a picture
I want to go in they take me in
We walk together
People talk shallow talks
I hear the depths below
People beg the streets
I beg the streets with them
People seek the streets
Being sought by them
People cry my tears
People kiss I can feel the kisses
People touch I can feel the touches
People talk the streets
I talk people in the streets
Put fragments of their talk
Into a Hypnos mosaic
Of my own words
‘Communication is health. Communication.’
Note: The last line taken from Mrs Dalloway by V. Woolf
People talk - a short novel by Rastko Petrovich
Miroslava Odalovic,2010.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy
I wanted to sit and write today-but I did not know what to say.
Then a thought came to me. Why don’t I write about hypocrisy?
The hypocrisy of man leaves you to wonder.
Will this country make another blunder?
Will we continue in this Arab war where we are despised/
Will we choose to live a lie?
They say Americans shed their blood for you and me.
We all know its hypocrisy.
Men in uniform no longer fight the world wars.
People who want to hide what they are Moreover, what they say and do is because of me and you. Our service members and women still use our uniforms with pride
It is something that we can’t deny.
I could see it in my mind-the older politician telling the younger one.
“Let the road take its course” we are the trainers and they are the horse.
They will go where we lead them-that is why we are leaders.
The politicians of all nations should hide their heads in shame.
They search for all that they can gain.
They all try to line their pockets
They’ll pull your eyeballs from their sockets.
Then you cannot see all their hidden hypocrisies.
People will believe for a short period
While it weighs on their mind.
They have to tell the politicians that they will not follow
Like sheep to a slaughter so they could make a quarter.
We must tell them that we are tired as can be-living in hypocrisy.
poem by Louis Rams
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I love this country, I love these people, though I can't say I love their politicians. People are always nicer than politicians, but here, you can mark that difference up a hundredfold.
quote by Paddy Ashdown
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It's always the small people who change things. It's never the politicians or the big guys. I mean, who pulled down the Berlin wall? It was all the people in the streets. The specialists didn't have a clue the day before.
quote by Luc Besson
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Brave New World
The police have failed the people;
they don’t protect them on the streets.
The judges have failed the police;
they don’t send the criminals to prison.
The politicians have failed the judges;
they don’t sack them.
The people have failed the politicians;
we don’t vote for someone else.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Are persons people?
and he says
you don’t write poetry to please people, you know
that’s with a comma after people
you write poems to please you
with shock lines like I still treasure
our first condom oh my love
to show that you’re cool and hip
but she says why write poems at all
if they don’t please people
men have such egos I suppose
it’s because they can’t have babies
but who are people anyway, how
many persons make a people or
how few persons and are they
a random mix or is there like
a recipe, some of this lot some of that
he says people who know about these things
like poetry but how do you know
which are the people who know
I’m not sure I know he knows for a start
and she says well ordinary people
so what then do you slide up
to a bus queue when there’s no
bus in sight and say look you’re
ordinary people I’ve been looking for you
yeah watch them give you a nasty look
and skedaddle pretending they remembered
they were due some place else
I’m beginning to wonder if people really exist
I mean as such but I’ll have to stop there
my PC says it’s run out of virtual memory
that’s another thing I don’t understand
maybe people are just a virtual memory too
I’m beginning to wonder if anyone knows
what *people* should think about poetry
maybe they should just write it throw it away
see who picks it up and not never nohow talk about
other *people’s* poetry
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sikking
People all over the world,
Hear me when i do write;
For i am Sikking with the muse of a king,
But the empty pool closer to you needs some water.
What about you?
What about me?
What about us?
What about life? ! !
And like the muse of love at Konny Island;
But as high as the eagle is my mind to you all,
For what is left by the lion is now being eaten by the rabbit.
To eat it in the name of love,
To drink it in the name of love,
To dream of me like a star in the name of love!
And like the words of your message of love and peace,
But the earth shakes and, the heavy noise is heard at the Red Sea! !
And like a lion from the flooding of the Yardan River.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When You Write My Eulogy
When you write my eulogy
Don't tell the people lies;
Tell of my complexities,
My virtues,
My sins;
Tell of my soberness,
My fight with insanity.
Tell the people
Of my confusion,
My quest for clarity
Though I embraced Him.
Tell how my love for humanity
Contrasted with my hate for injustice;
Let them smell my beloved patchouli
Who I betrayed for cannabis.
Open the temple of my heart
And let them see
The angels dancing,
Dancing to the tunes of the psalmist;
Let them see the Savior's
Outstretched hands,
How I kiss His feet.
Let them see His eyes blazing.
When you write my eulogy
Tell the people of my acquaintance
With politicians;
How it hurts like leprosy.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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That's what I do... Some people smoke weed, some people smoke cigarettes, some people snort coke... I pop pills, I smoke and I drink syrup, that's my twist.
quote by Beanie Sigel
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Make Up
Your face when sleeping is sublime
And then you open up your eyes
Then comes pancake factor number one
Eyeliner rose hips and lips gloss are such fun
Youre a slick little girl
Youre a slick little girl
Rouge and coloring incense and ice
Perfume and kisses oooo its all so nice
Youre a slick little girl
Youre a slick little girl
Now were comin out
Out of our closets
Out on the streets
Yeah, were comin out
When youre in bed its so wonderful
Itd be so nice to fall in love
When you get dressed I really get my fill
People say that its impossible
Gowns lovely made out of lace
And all the things that you do to your face
Youre a slick little girl
Oh, youre a slick little girl
Eyeliner, whitener, then color the eyes
Yellow and green oh what a surprise
Youre a slick little girl
Oh, youre such a slick little girl
Now were comin out
Out of our closets
Out on the streets
Yes, were comin out
Yeah, were comin out
Yeah, were comin out
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Too Many Have Suppressed Their Depressions
Too many have suppressed their depressions.
And had shied away from expressing they are upset.
Protesters seem to be doing their best,
To be civilized with the hiding of their regrets.
With a wish they had not let themselves,
Gather into the streets to protest a greed.
When those homeless and needing to eat,
And a place to sleep...
Should have long ago sent warnings,
How those who are obviously in need...
Could be easily ignored by those who continue,
To feast as if nothing else is noticed.
Too many have suppressed their depressions.
And no longer shy away from expressing they are upset.
Protesters seem to be doing their best,
To be civilized with the hiding of their regrets...
With a wish they had not let themselves,
Gather into the streets to protest a greed.
Believing themselves to be right.
Because they are mostly...
Well,
Fighters for fading entitlements...
That are being erased from their eyesights.
And if this was not happening to them at all,
It would be poverty as usual...
For 'those' people to experience.
You know...
The ones too lazy to get a job.
Or find a decent wage to feed themselves and families.
Under a roof they can afford.
You know...
'Those' people who had never been accepted,
By the whims of 'them' with their selected druthers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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