Etiquette
What is she selling?
Who are her buyers?
But i am only doing my job to updat my mind with you;
So eat like that and dance like that too for your lover.
Dress like that and think of the Modus Operandi;
like one leg in and one leg out on this love game.
Now, the hunter is being hunted;
Now, the writer is being questioned;
Like a protocol to a school far away from home.
Just say it and do it for love,
Because the matter at hand is pregnant!
Cool, fool, root, wool, sail, jail;
Like shooters from a hill aiming at the lovers' camp.
The people around you have seen it and,
Wonders shall never end;
Like a protocol to a school far away from home.
When did you leave your deco?
Please, practice some more and the glory will be your's;
Because, i will rather work than go to jail.
Need before greed,
Heed before speed,
Feed before seed,
Deed before weed,
Reed before screed,
Breed before tweed,
Like the Blue River Ranch with etiquette;
They say time heals everything but,
It is not always true.
You are more beautiful in real life than this fruit,
So, who is to be blamed? !
Often killed than rather cared for,
But a bird doesn't follow the cow for nothing.
Like all his life on water,
Like all her life in school,
With bitter pains and sweet success;
But the press have not read about it.
Life is like a message for the mouse and the house,
Inspired by the colours of nature to taste this fruit;
But the days are long and the nights short.
Of bitter pains and sweet success,
Like the etiquette of the Blue River Ranch;
But when a crafty man buries himself,
His hands still remain above the ground.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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That's my school
Up at my school
everyone is different
yet we are treated
like an equal
everyone is always smiling
or laughing so hard
they start to cry
that's my school
a lot of people
go through my school
home of the blue jays
to cool for school
standing tall upon the hill
behind all the trees
stands the blue jay's school
yup, that's my school
each person is unique
form the clothes
to the hair
to their personality
each person is free
to express themselves
and be who they want
that's my school
WHS blue jay pride
that's something
that can never be beat
and something that we can't hide
friends come and go
but one thing will live on
the pride we had for our team
just like my school did
no matter where I go
or how far I leave town
I'll always be proud to say
WHS in WashMo is my school.
poem by Shauna Stoltz
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Lover Of Poetry
Night, right, light, might, sight, slight, bright;
Far away from you with the words of love,
But, i am also very far ahead of the world in thinking.
Speed, feed, heed, weed, need, seed, creed;
And like the lover of sweet poetry,
But the clarity of your face satisfies my muse.
Flight, tight, bight, knight, fight, plight;
With works and the words of love,
But love is in the air with all that muses.
Greed, peed, reed, deed, dreed, teed;
Far away from home with the words of love,
But i am what i am today.
Tell, sell, fell, well, jell, quell, bell, cell, dell, ell, yell;
I am a lover of sweet poetry! !
And like the clarity in the eyes of your lover;
But, she is very far away from you.
Roof, proof, goof, hoof, spoof, woof;
She's very far away from me and i am in love,
But, my next four months in school will be dedicated to her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Hot Iron
Expose her,
Expose him,
But on the stage like the ceasefire after the war! !
But, whose guns killed these people?
Reverent,
Dignified,
Filthy lucre!
Breed, greed, reed, need, deed, feed, heed, peed, seed, teed, weed;
But new and inexperience! !
However, the conduct of yourself was like the boldness of your sweet love.
You are giving heed to seducing spirits and the doctrine of demons!
And like a hot iron in the land of your muse;
But founded with the law to expose him or her! !
However, a righteous degree is the way of life than the negative chains of war.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The River
She fell in love with a lover boy
In the old days I would walk alone
Any other day not disturbing
While the others roamed
And I listened to her song
But would walk on the other side
Wed be lonely, blue and lonely
Then she fell in love with another one
I was older now, and followed a path
She had learned to be cool, to be caring
And I thought I should say
Its too much just to be
But not enough for the life of me
To be lonely, blue and lonely
Thats when the river ran dry
Thats when the river was all but a spill
Thats when the river ran dry
Every soul on the shore
Without sail, without will
She said her saviour was soon to come
From a long way, to bring back the girl he once knew
To be true and all loving
In the very best ways
And I listened to her song
But would walk on the other side
Wed be lonely, blue and lonely
Thats when the river ran dry
Thats when the river was all but a spill
Thats when the river ran dry
Every soul on the shore
Without sail, without will
If time were a second
If life were a moment that once stood still
Id leave it untattered, untouched, until
But its too much just to be
But not enough for the life of me
To be lonely, blue and lonely
She fell in love with a lover boy
In the old days, I would walk alone
Any other day not disturbing
And I listened to her song
But would walk on the other side
Wed be lonely, blue and lonely
Thats when the river ran dry
Thats when the river was all but a spill
Thats when the river ran dry
Every soul on the shore
Without sail, without will
And I knew it before, and I do know it still
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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A School Is So Not Cool
School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it every day.
We can’t go on the grass
We can’t bother another class
We can’t save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
They have too many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have class work
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Fahed Sharaf
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Eat It All
Of life and war!
Of a mighty malak with a rainbow on his head;
Seal up those things for many to learn.
They were meant for the future,
They were meant for us to learn;
So take up my love and eat it all day long.
Of a reed like a measuring rod,
Of the two olive trees;
But do let your mind be at peace always.
Of a weed like a measuring rope,
I am the one for you;
Of a seed like a measuring hope,
I really know what you want on this love;
And it is all about the love that we share,
Like the sweet food of my love to you.
To eat the sweet fruit of my love,
Like the little book beside you;
Of the feed which is like a measuring harveat,
Of the deed which is like a measuring vision,
But to heed like a measuring mission on this love;
Eat it all to satisfy yourself because,
Love is all that we share now.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Once Again In Red!
Once again in red!
With the muse of your love;
Light, alight! !
In, insight;
With something very nice to look at,
With something rich to satisfy your muse,
With something fair to enhance your status;
Back in the classroom.
Rough, cough, dough, thorough, through! !
Contracted,
Adopted,
Quality,
Quantitiy,
Appeal, peal, meal, seal, veal, areal;
Pretty!
Halfway,
Evaluations,
Observers,
Questions, Wheal, deal, heal, steal, weal, real zeal!
Answers,
Pending,
Outsiders,
School, pool, tool, wool, cool, stool, fool!
But, try to take the trouble to overcome it.
Eyes, teeth;
Nose, mouth;
Ears, feet;
Lawsuit, suit, fruit, quit!
The formation of life itself,
On the back side,
Sneeze, freeze, breeze!
4 years with your muse,
Rest, wrestM
4 years agao! !
Creed, reed, seed, weed, heed, need, bleed;
Cringe,
With her emotions,
reaching out for her arms,
I don't want to go! !
But, it is time to move away.
Breed, deed, feed, freed, greed, peed!
Olofinade, fin, find, aide, aid, load, lead, deal, fade, nail dail;
You want to be a star! !
I want to be a star! !
Like the lady in red,
And like another story to read;
Of your dreams,
Of my dreams,
Creel, feel, wheel, heel, kneel, peel, reel, eel, keel!
Felix, helix;
Make it better always in life,
To start it all over again;
But, you still have to go further with a positrive mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it everyday.
We cant go on the grass
We cant bother another class
We cant save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
They have to many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have classwork
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Chantel Braatz
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Higher Education...
The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.
A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.
In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.
The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.
This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.
Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.
We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.
We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.
The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.
The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.
Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.
The School Of Life...
The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.
A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.
In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.
The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.
This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.
Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.
We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.
We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.
The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.
The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.
Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.
The School Of Life
The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.
A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.
In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.
The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.
This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.
Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.
We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.
We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.
The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.
The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.
Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.
Too Cool for School
This poem is inspired by my teenage daughter's current attitudes to her studying. Parents, you've heard it all before!
Don’t want to stand out and look absurd
That’s only for a geek or a nerd
I wanna look cool and not a jerk
There’s loads of time left in life to work
Study? You’re joking. I’d look a fool
Can’t you see I’m too cool for school!
Leave me alone, stop crowding my space
Yeah, whatever, now get outta my face
Don’t need you, find someone else to advise
All you ever do is criticize
My marks aren’t that bad, I’m off to the pool
Don’t you know I’m too cool for school
Maths, languages, science, I don’t get it
I’d rather watch some of the guys that are fit
Or go out shopping or just stay in bed
I’m a teenager, not halfway dead!
I’ll study later, my life’s too full
You don’t understand I’m too cool for school
Well I’m finished school now but I’m not overjoyed
Its not so cool being unemployed!
Comparing My School with Many Other Things
From the old color blue, UCC now turns green
Why do you think our school has to do that kind of changing?
Better services and facilities, are these what it means
Or does the school just wanna change the color without any innovation to bring?
Students of other school compared their school into a jail
A jail that once you were freed, you will never want to go back there;
Some also compared their school into a baby
Because baby needs attention, as well as you must focus on your studies.
Students of UCC where can you compare our school?
Are you being trained here or are you just becoming fool?
To know the significance of UCC turning to green
Let us first discuss what does this color means.
Green is the color of nature, growth and learning,
It also means health, self-respect and well being;
Green also symbolizes money
Balance, master of healer and also harmony.
If green means life then life is what UCC will offer,
Quality life that only through God who can give it over;
If green means growth, then our school will improve,
If green symbolizes learning, the school will give the best they can afford.
If you will ask me where can I compare this school?
I will compare it to a pie, cat, and salad, to a garbage truck and to prison;
Pie because it is good at first until you reached the crust
Same as with studying which feels good up to the last.
In prison you can't leave no matter how you try,
It's just the same with Unida, it takes so hard to say goodbye;
I can also compare UCC to a garbage truck
It smells, it is big and you can hear it from a mile away.
School is like salad, you have to put something to make it better
Just like with UCC, they are making improvement for a better
They started with its color, then to facilities and etcetera
So that UCC will be like a cat which never dies
All of these will happen to UCC if God will lead us by.
poem by Samhark Samonte
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Greed
Where there is a need
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed
When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed
Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married
We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed
I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead?
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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I Envy Them Their Love Of Home
Many left the old Town by the river to work and live in Cities far away
From where they went to school and spent their early years and first saw light of day
But some remained in the Homeplace and there worked for lower pay
And credit them for their love of home those who at home did stay.
They sowed their seed in their Hometown their children and grandchildren still live there
Whilst those with the lust of wander in their hearts went off to work and live elsewhere
To the old Town by the river they remain ever true
And credit them for their love of home since credit they are due.
The ancient river by the old Town ever towards the ocean flow
And to the Countryside it babbles though the Seasons come and go
And another generation of young people into young adults have grown
And the stay at home feel quite content with the only life they've known.
When I say I envy them their love of home 'tis not said with tongue in cheek
Compared to theirs my love of the Hometown to say the least seems weak
The wanderlust was in my heart and from the home shore I went to live far away
Though home is where the heart is you hear some people say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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What is Success?
Success is not merely becoming wealthy.
Success is not only working for remaining healthy.
Success is not going after fame and name.
Success is not living life for such mind game.
Success is not just taking career to the top.
Success is not staying in a bungalow at the hill top.
Success is working hard for your dreams you believe.
Success is perseverance and efforts till you achieve your deal.
Success is having consideration for everyone.
Success is a strong desire and to live to help each one.
Success is to follow the religion of humanity.
Success is to always remember all pervading divinity.
Success is to follow the principle, “Live and let others live.”
Success is to accept others as diversity of nature; beautiful and alive.
Success is working for happiness of the world, a dedication.
Success is to love everyone unconditionally without any expectation.
poem by Dr.nutan Pol
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Vine of Life
Substance is not divinity.
It is a creation of divinity.
My substance is my creation.
Is it substantially good?
Is it substantially evil?
The mind creates a bitter fruit.
Bitter to the taste,
Bitter to the eyes,
Bitter to the heart.
The spirit creates a sweet fruit.
Sweet to the taste,
Sweet to the eyes,
Sweet to the heart.
The vine is the connection to the fruit.
Our connection to the source of life.
Is life mind or spirit?
What is my calling or what is calling me?
The voices in my head?
Or the voice of creation?
The mind has limited capability.
The spirit has limitless.
For the mind will always thirst.
And the spirit will quench another.
Now my cup runneth over.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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What Is School Like?
School is like a prison
We can’t leave,
School is like an island
We are all trapped,
School is like a pie
It is good at first until you reach the crust,
School is like a toilet
It is full of germs,
School is like a salad
You have to put something on it to make it better,
School is like a stupid cat
It never dies,
School is like a garbage truck
It smells, it’s big and you can here it from a mile away,
School is like a baby
It always needs your attention,
School is like a shark
It just keeps chasing,
School is like going to jail
You never want to go back,
poem by Jacob Gifford
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We all must drink the water of life
Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
we all must drink the water of life!
Depth from depth
..the pain
length from length
..the struggle
mile to mile
.. the frustration
a bitter taste
a rotten smell
a water we must drink
yet a water needed for survival
Height to height
..the pleasure
reach to reach
..the satisfaction
bredth to bredth
..the joy
a sweet taste
a fresh smell
a water we must drink
a water oh so sweet for survival
Waters of success
sweet to the mouth
a reward to the soul
the waters of life
a journey of thirst
a well of plenty
Waters of failure
bitter to the mouth
a teacher to the listening soul
the river of death
the most bitter water of all
yet a water we must all drink
... to satisfaction
The river runs black and rough
to the uncertain end
but certain finish
where taste is empty
smell is neutral
and realisation is simple,
where all find and embrace,
a moment of peace.
poem by Allen Steble
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Las Palabras De Amor
Guilt stains on my pillow
Blood on ny terraces
Torsos in my closet
Shadows from my past live is real
Life is real, life is real, so real
Sleeping is my leisure
Waking up in a minefield
Dream is just a pleasure dome
Love is a roulette wheel - life is real
Life is real, life is real, oh yeah
Success is my breathing space
I brought it on myself
I will price it
I will cash it
I can take it or leave it
Loneliness is my hiding place
Breastfeeding myself
What more can I say
I have swallowed the bitter pill
I can taste it, I can taste it
Life is real, life is real, life is real
Music will be my mistres
Loving like a whore
Lennon is a genius
Living in every pore
Life is real, life is real, life is real, so real
Life is cruel
Life is a bitch
Life is real - so real
song performed by by Queen
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