Flourish
Flourish,
Dwell,
Unconditional,
Abject submission;
From coast to coast and from bed to bed!
And like the gold of Sheba,
But also like the showers which water the earth.
Flourish, flour, fish, his ours, hours, sour, soul, low, is row, howl;
From sea to sea and from bed to bed!
And like a starry frame afar off;
But i will flourish no matter what in the land of your sweet muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Tree of Liberty
WE’LL PLANT a Tree of Liberty
In the centre of the land,
And round it ranged as guardians be,
A vowed and trusty band;
And sages bold and mighty soul’d
Shall dress it day by day:
But woe unto the traitor who
Would break one branch away.
Then sing the Tree of Liberty
For the vow that we have made;
May it so flourish that when we
Are buried in its shade,
Fair Womanhood and Love and Good,
All pilgrims pure shall go
Its growth to bless for happiness—
O may it flourish so!
Till felled by gold as bards have told,
In the Old World once it grew,
But there its fruits were ever sold
And only to the Few:
But here at last, uncurs’d by caste,
Each man at Nature’s call
Shall pluck as well what none may sell,
The fruit that blooms for All.
By gold ’twas felled as bards have held
In the Old World where it grew,
But here the power that there dispelled
Its life shall be its dew:
The evil bout of Time is out,
And gold no more a thrall,
Shall here but build for Truth and gild
The fruit that blooms for All.
Then sing the Tree of Liberty,
And the men who shall defend
Its glorious future righteously
For this all-glorious end—
That happiness all men to bless
Out with its growth may grow—
Our Southern Tree of Liberty
Shall flourish even so!
poem by Charles Harpur
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Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
quote by William Blake
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To Allen Ginsberg
I have been listening to you, Allen Ginsberg
I can still hear you whistling a radio tune
I can follow you through history thoughts of yours
flow into mine
I follow you past WWI
and through the Battle of Versailles without a second glance
Past Hitler Mao Nietzsche Reagan Gogol
past Whitman Kerouac and Carson
I watch as you nod to Ghandi
And converse with Pope Paul VI and Nelson Mandala
We drift past Central Park quickly changing seasons
past Chicago streets and cute little back country California homes
I watch the death of many a thing beside you
i watch you connect you think you
Writing Howl, writing America, writing Death & Fame
I watch yourself deteriorate in body
but flourish in mind
and as you flourish i flourish
And we grow together and I follow you
and then you vanish
into the grape vines at the back of the fence
poem by Lex Newman
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The Mythical Leader
Is one of you the mythical leader
that we need? Reincarnated Plato.
With a sprinkle of Buddha, Christianity,
and the Muslim faith, so that everyone
can reach fulfillment. Everyone's heart
can flourish. Everyone's mind can flourish.
If there is one thing that we can wash the brain
from and it is racism.
Stop this oppressive behavior towards
difference and indifference.
I'm not this person.
Who is this person?
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Earth
This bit of Earth that we live upon
A bit of the above sun-borne
Whence lightning thunders explode and warn
The fall of rains to flow in floods to scorn
Then in silence green and amber to flourish upon..
This bit of Earth that we live upon
Of all religions and rituals homes've where grown
Upon whose hope peace is in sown
On which flora is to thick blossom prone
Whereto the faunae rush to dwell upon
This bit of Earth that we live upon
Moulded of water and mud alone
Then baked in wind by fire alone
Filled with vales and craters of nature alone
Armageddon on Nether-land where we're still upon
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Coast To Coast
Last stop for a resolution
End of the line, is it confusion?
So go. Go see whats there for you
Nothing new, nothing new for you to use
I've got no new act to amuse you
I've got no desire to use you, you know
But anything that I could do, would never be good enough for you
If you can't help it then just leave it alone
Leave it alone, yeah, just forget it
It's really easy
I believe I'll forget it too
Still you're keepin' me around
Til I finally drag us both down
Streaming feathers out your hat
Yes I believe that's where it's at
You belong tagging along
And I belong in your zoo
So I wait for confirmation
That you're never gonna use your starting gun
Unless its me it sounds like being here just wasn't that much fun
Anything that I could do
Would never be good enough for you
If you can't help it then just leave it alone
Leave me alone, yeah, just forget it
It's really easy
I'll just forget it too
Coast to coast, coast to coast
I'll do what I can so you can be what you do
Coast to coast, coast to coast
I'll do everything I can so you can be what you do
Coast to coast, coast to coast
Circuit rider comes every fifth sunday
Oh my lord, I fell asleep one day
Anything that I could do
Is there anything that I could do
That someone doesn't do for you
That someone didn't do for you
That I haven't already done for you
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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About You
I stood upon the sand of the sea and,
I saw your naked body from afar;
And it was not about the cytology around,
But it was about you and your beauty from afar.
Versatile blues of a teenage's love,
And of the emotion of the scenario around;
But breezing from coast to coast to share a view,
And it was all about you and your beauty from afar.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Back To The Coast
West coast, try outs
You've got to make it before you die out
New York is the hard way
Time to pack it up and get to L.A.
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
My way is the sky way
Ain't got no time for the highway
I've got to get to the coast, fast as I can
Get to L.A. we'll be the number one band
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (come on)
You've got to get on back (get back)
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
I say back back back back back, back to the coast
Oooo, yeah get back back back back back, back to the coast
Whoa yeah
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (oh, get on back), back to the coast
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Roses and Bravery
Roses are them who flourish like seeds of the wind,
The winds are forcing their lairs into the grass of happiness.
Free him, the brave one, who is the holiest prize of the world’s bliss,
Find him, in the meek world where he is a merely finest human character.
Is holiness a form of desirability? Is it spherical or saintly?
The world of the ground is not the sea. It is the earth and stones.
Hear him, who understood nothing to God, as a good man might,
As mightiness has understood calamity and bravery of another comrade.
Is the circle of light a perfect stone which carries no concrete nature
Other than its hardness and softness at times. Roses are them who flourish.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Water
And water-wound, this mud of circle
Bound by aquatic link of land global
Of storm and cyclone and hurricane all evil
Imprecated albeit with hydrasphere ever in espousal
And fraction of land in that copious, spheric well
Saturated for the submerged, submarined to dwell
And terrafirma for men and mammals to swell
Seesawing in streams of erythro-pool
And water is life, useful
By cycles of vapour, cloud, rains and icicle
Flora, fauna, forests to flourish, thrive so radical
Wells, pools, ponds, lakes all rational
Rivers and oceans in pollution- why not solutional?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sonnet LIII: Drawn
Drawn by th'attractive virtue of her eyes,
My touch'd heart turns it to that happy coast;
My joyful North, where all my fortune lies,
The level of my hopes desired most.
There where my Delia , fairer than the Sun,
Deckt with her youth whereon the world smileth,
Joys in that honor which her beauty won,
Th'eternal volume which her fame compileth.
Flourish, fair Albion, glory of the North,
Neptune's darling held between his arms,
Divided from the world as better worth,
Kept for himself, defended from all harms.
Still let disarmed peace deck her and thee,
And Muse-foe Mars abroad far foster'd be.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Coast To Coast
You look out that window
For someone you know
But it all looks the same
And time and again
It hurts you so
You wonder if always
Youll stand on your own
But bear in your mind
Youll get through this time
Youre not alone
When time seems so lonely
And your day seems too long
You wonder if you
Will ever get through
And still be strong
With eyes full of sadness
You stand on your own it
Tears you apart
But you know in your hear
T youre not alone
Coast to coast
And land to land
Were together
Hand in hand
Coast to coast
And land to land...
song performed by by Europe
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After the Storm.....
oh! my sweet and wonderful dream allow
my childhood wish to come true and cleanse
the teary tore the thorn of the witlessly echo
of my unstoppable wisdom to end naturally
sublime the flowering Daffodils storm,
the oasis of the golden beauty of laurels of
my determine head, flourish in thy most
splendid glow of my destiny and return the
silent night of my soul
forever seen my hope and want the need,
the afterglow of the past witness the bright
light of glance; after the stormy clouds and
hold the rain to flow in the river and stream
where i say to you, release my wonder of
awesome memory
come dear flower of mighty hope blend
the blessed sunny day and breeze; make the
day complete; as the nostril hammock the
breathing soul flourish splendidly to the
horizon of pathways made of you
light always my dreaming night to see
you again.....perfected through out my day,
thank you......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Flourishing Idle
as life comes to an end, everything ceases no one
the solution leads nowhere to found, friends have gone
sometime brothers forget your name, ostracize by
many, only your own name is hardly be remembered,
whom you think that will not leave you, even at the
end of time
now you’re alone in the paradise you drunk...wake up!
Brothers’ time looks no goodbye, it's just move slowly
waiting you to drift into a memory of history that you
die, for each bottle of wine or rum; never the hard
drink would hold, to makes you happy, nor life always
say that every day is a holiday, always ask that vices
and lapses made you crazy and made every step
forwards uncertainty of no where to be found
face and flourish the idle in you, leads your own, the
high way is near and far looks the same; the clouds
seems it cloudy but its sunny, the ice melt and pour to
the ground, seen no drops but the air brings back to the
sky, see every breath and smell the touch, its nothing
but a returning home to the flourish land of creation
come to your senses, spoiled the day with your closing
eyes and moist the surface of your pupils, the answer
lies in your decision, always go what is nothing to reach,
yet! full which is empty to suck, life is not all what
it takes only a swing of what is today and live time of
tomorrow, Flourish your idle my Brethren..............
poem by Antonio Liao
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The garden must be prepared in the soul first or else it will not flourish.
Queen Sheba-Ra
To the Snake Island,
To the Fish Island,
To the Love Island,
To the Peace Island,
To where our muses do meet;
Like a message from Queen Sheba-Ra.
Many want to see my face but,
I am faceless;
Many want to know my name but,
I am nameless;
Many want to see my home but,
I am homeless;
Many want to hear my voice but,
I am voiceless;
Many want to see my hair but,
I am hairless;
You can change your life by making the right choices.
A message from Queen Sheba-Ra,
The Queen from Nubia in Ethiopia;
Like the message from a poet without a name.
I am from a land of an entity but of different people,
My muse is all that i leave for mankind;
Queen Sheba-Ra,
Love must come from the heart;
Of the traditions of Africa,
Queen Sheba from Nubia;
Let's free ourselves from mental slavery.
I eat Cassava but i don't eat Gari,
You eat eggs but you don't eat chicken;
Yes, like Queen Sheba who met King Solomon.
My 73-year-old mother-in-law rides a bicycle,
My 82-year-old father-in-law rides a bicycle,
So pass it on to the next generation;
Like Amen-Ra from the roots of Egypt.
A call for the African Chiefs,
Queen Sheba-Ra III met Nii Adjei Karku II;
Hannibal the cannibal,
Queen Sheba-Ra III met Nii Tetteh Otu II;
Queen Sheba,
Queen Sheba-Ra I,
Queen Sheba-Ra II,
Queen Sheba-Ra III,
Of the African Chiefs and Queens;
46664 is in our hands today and,
Nelson Mandela has enough for us.
Of a cloud as small as a man's hand,
Of a poem as sweet as your muse,
Of a head taller than the others;
Life is like the one who puts off his armour.
Queen Sheba-Ra,
A man is measured by his strength;
Queen Sheba-Ra,
A woman is measured by her wisdom;
Queen Sheba-Ra,
I am very old and grey-headed;
So, i will rather have my donkey saddled.
Listen oh Heavens,
Hear oh Earth;
I am the shadow from the mountains!
Let my poetry fall on you like rain,
Let Queen Sheba-Ra III carry on her message,
Let wisdom abound to those who want to learn;
Like a lamb in front of the Balsam tree.
Brazil won a football tournament,
Italy won a football tournament,
Egypt won a football tournament,
Spain won a football tournament;
46664 is in our hands today and,
We have to learn more from Nelson Mandela!
From Ur to Rome,
From Queen Sheba to Queen Sheba-Ra III;
Africa has more to tell the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Early Afternoons Like Morning Glories
In the early afternoons like morning glories
I flourish under the sweetness of your sunny eyes
while in the blaze of your pretty smile my solitude
reaches out to you in a kind of invisible embrace
as if I am always flourishing in your blazing presence
drawing, continually drawing your radiance to me.
Sometimes there is only darkness when your soul
drops to the depths of a kind of sheer depression.
In the early afternoons like morning glories
I flourish under the sweetness of your sunny eyes
see a myriad of butterflies fluttering nearer
that visits me gently like the way I love you
and as the night sets in my life is ever folding,
closing and waiting for the sunshine of your touch.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What Makes Us Human
I believe ability makes us intelligent, it distinguishes us from animals
I believe all have the ability to learn, to create art, to love
I believe we can let our ability go to waste, or we can let it flourish
I believe our ability that makes us human is our intelligence and good judgement
I believe many choose to ignore this ability and rely on animalistic instinct
I believe some humans treat animals better than humans
I believe to make this world peaceful we need to let our abilities flourish
It is curious that many people advocate humane treatment for animals, but treat actual humans inhumanely
poem by Lenore Lee
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Grow And Flourish
The true vine will gorw and flourish!
But, the muse of your love will be trembled! !
However, satan cannot stand the form of Yahweh;
For, His Mercy endures forever! ! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Not A Day Dream!
The slanting earth and the stationary Sun are too biased,
When they rotates on a monotonous speed,
The people flourish in numbers on the infertile land,
Where the partiality of the earth is shown as drought,
The people nourish their nerves in the fertile land,
Where the earth provides them with good climate,
Poorer are the people where the sun shows his smiling face,
Richer are them, when obedient Sun plays hide and seek,
When the flood washes away the cities in certain places,
The economy is revived through building better houses,
When the drain water flood need the life of pitiful human,
The water born diseases and mosquitoes are on the game,
When the sun is too prejudiced showing his intensity,
The earth is equally unfair with five weapons of massacres,
Be impartial and not to follow the biased natures,
We are the human and we will control all of these,
Keeping all of these under our finger tips and make,
These to do what we want, no more catastrophes.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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