Handful
I have only a handful of flour in a jar,
So come for it and let me provide you with food and water as well;
Because out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks,
And i am ready to help you through this struggling time of yours.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.
Nothing Is Impossible
Don't you love me for what i am?
For, i will follow my dreams until they are fulfilled;
And mind you, the fool is still hungry in the abundance of food.
Everything has its own beauty but,
Not everyone does seeit;
Food for the stomach and food for thought,
Everything has its own beginning;
And mind you, the fool is still thirsty in the abundance of water.
The atmosphere is for you and i and,
Nothing is impossible in this world!
So, go for your dreams until they are fulfilled.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Deog
Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks,
Out of my well of love i came to you,
For the tumult of the nations is like the roar of the wolves!
And i will meet you my love because of Deog your friend.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Irony Of Delay
what the heart wants to speak
the mouth tries to hide
the teeth grits in anger
the tongue genuflects upon its tail
then the right time comes
the heart speaks
but by then the body has become weak
the mind too fickle
and so when finally the heart has spoken
what true love is there
the niche is ready for the funeral
of the limbs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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P’eng-ya Road
I remember fleeing the rebels
through dangerous northern canyons,
the midnight moon shining bright
on narrow P’eng-ya Road.
So poor we went on foot,
we were embarrassed meeting strangers.
A few birds sang in the valleys,
but we met no one returning.
My daughter was so starved she bit me,
she screamed her painful hunger.
I damped her mouth shut tight,
fearful of wolves and tigers.
She struggled hard against me,
she cried and cried.
My son was sympathetic
and searched the wilds for food.
Then five days of heavy rain arrived,
and we trudged through freezing mud.
We had no coats, no shelter,
we were dressed in cold, wet clothes.
Struggling, struggling, we made
but a mile or two each day.
We ate wild fruits and berries,
and branches made our roof.
Mornings we slogged through water;
evenings we searched for skyline smoke.
We stopped at a marsh
to prepare our climb to the pass,
and met a Mr. Sun
whose standards are high as clouds.
We came through the dark
and lamps were lit, gates opening before us.
Servants brought warm water
so we could bathe our aching feet.
They hung paper banners
in our honor.
Mrs. Sun came out with all her children.
They wept for our condition.
My children slept, exhausted,
until we roused them with food.
Our host took a vow
he’d always remain my brother.
His home was made our home,
to provide for every comfort.
Who could imagine in such troubled times
he’d bare his heart and soul?
A year has passed since that fated night.
The Barbarians still wage war.
If I had the wings of the wild goose,
I’d fly to be at his side.
Change In The Heart
God cause a change 2 occur
1st in d heart of men
4 out of d abundance of d heart
D mouth speaks
Words dat can build
And dat which can destroy
And again
Change in d heart of men
4 d idea 2 create
Or destroy
Generates n develops in d heart of men
God cause a change 2 occur
Only in d heart of men
And deir environment will turn around
Making d world a beta place
poem by Okuola Paul Abiola
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First Water
First Water
The water had its beginning before earthly time began
Before even the first born God would call man.
The Creator knew the value and significance of water
Just as the second human creation we call a daughter.
Man certainly does not live by bread alone
But along side the children who sleep at home.
Man can survive without food for a very long time
But not for long without water for the vine.
The universal one covered earth with two thirds water
Still not as miraculous as the gift of a daughter.
More bounty in the water than in the soil
How expressive is the holy one when we toil.
A green tree grows on coral with a great deal of salt
A desire of the eternal God who has no fault.
The Creator put birds in the sky and fish in the sea
Saving the land for man's children and family.
Water cleans, heals and provides
Mother nature gives, replenishes and renews; with each new tide
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poem by AHO Speaks
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Monkey Principle
Monkey always says
Your food is not your food
In your plate
Until you hold it
In your hand
Your food is not your food
In your hand
Until you put it
In your mouth
Your food is not your food
In your mouth
Until you swallow it
Because anything can
Knock your mouth
And you spit it out
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Ebb and Flow
I ebb and I flow
In his mouth…
Wet and warm
In his mouth…
Wild and exotic
In his mouth…
I lose all limits
In his mouth.
I pour myself
In his mouth
And he
Guzzles me
In abundance.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Suitcases
Suitcases, suit, suite, cases, ties, it, case, cat, ice, use, sue, sues;
A sudden destruction is now seen in your land!
But, in the abundance of food, the fool is still hungry.
Suitcases, cut, cuts, sit, sits, sat, at, cats, is, as, sea, seas, uses;
The flood came and washed you away!
But, in the abundance of water, the fool is still thirsty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.
The grain grew high in its harvest of you,
in good time the flour swelled;
as the dough rose, doubling your breasts,
my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth.
Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth,
bread I devour, born with the morning light,
my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries:
fire taugh you a lesson of the blood;
you learned your holiness from flour,
from bread your language and aroma.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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The god who made the mouth will provide the food.
Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Gobi Manchurian
Remember you are not living for eating only
To change taste you may take this.
This chinese cuisine would be ready
With in fortyfive minutes.
You are the starter and
This is yours main course.
You can take the ingredients
Like couliflower plain flour
Corn flour spring onion ginger
Garlic salt soya sauce green chilli
Tomato ketup oil water.
Preparation method to taste.
Make experiments in this
Revolutionary new way.
Remember you are not living
Only for eating.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Fish and the Sky
Once there was a fish living in a stream
Where water was clear and the surface gleam
Food was abundant and large predators away
The fish was passing happily its days
One day the fish looked up and noticed the sky
So blue and endless and free in its eyes
Suddenly it saw a flock of birds moving by
And immediately yearned that it itself could fly
With passing of time the fish’s desire grew
No longer with happiness its mind was ruled
It no more noticed clear water and surface gleam
Lack of predators and abundance of food became unimportant things
Finally the desire was too much for the fish to bear
So, it relentlessly jumped out of water into the air
In doing so the fish met its ultimate death
Devoured by a bird watching its crazy stunt.
poem by Henry Chen
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Bow the head
Bow the head
To bow the head in gratitude
Means total change in attitude
Great make over with transformation
Heart is filled with new information
In return splendid joy with no strings
How much happiness and peace it brings?
In abundance and ever lasting
As water come out from rock after blasting
To take refuge in his shadow
Means a lot and opening up of new window
A direct channel communication
With no obstacles or interruptions
We are knowing and fully aware
In no circumstances we can challenge or dare
We may development some kind of arrogance
But that can be wiped out with one stroke and at once
We can destroy the earth several times
Weapons of mass destruction can do it sometimes
But can we build human shelter for all
Provide food and security at one call
He does it without any prayers
He is our guardian and soothes Sayers
We are small timer and ordinary players
Some play as poor, rich and others as jokers
If one wants to die disgraced death
He must behave abnormal on earth
Take everything as granted and misbehave
The burial place will be ready as his grave
Many mighty rulers appeared and vanished
Their names forgotten and empires finished
What does the ruminant speak of their existence?
He might have rules this place some here sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Food For Everything!
Meals are the food for the body;
Knowledge is the food for the mind;
Meditation is the food for the spirit;
Music is the food for the love of heart;
Dreams are the food for the consciousness;
Prayer is the food for the Almighty;
Love is the food for the living heart;
Thoughts are the food for the brain;
Colourful ink is the food for the pen;
Ideas are the food for the stories;
Truth is the food for the will;
Sun’s energy is the food for the plants;
Plants are the food for the living beings;
But one man’s food is another man’s poison!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Sins
Why have you gone against me my love?
And, why have you come to bring my sins to remembrance?
For the jar of your flour shall not be used up nor,
Shall the jug of your oil dry out!
Because i will always love you from my heart,
So bring me a cup of water so that i may drink from you.
Send down the rain to water my garden oh heavens!
For my sins are well known by you all in this land;
And i am walking along peacefully to adjust to time,
For the jar of my lover now at rest beside me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Handful Of Dust
Your pressed your face against my heart
I felt that you could look right through me
We live in days that have no time
We live in times that now refuse me
And somewhere out beyond his town
There lies a world that now can turn us round
And we need it and we need it
Oh got to have some thing to believe in
Ive got enough to believe in you
What can I give just to know that its true ?
But Ive gotta begin to say
Now theyve taken my pride in this way.
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
I feel to thin before your eyes
I feel so naked under open skies
I once stood tall within this town
But now the time has come to bring us down.
We must have more with his power in hand
We must believe things will go as we planned
But Ive gotta begin to say
Now theyve taken my pride in this way.
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust,
With a handful of dust ?
Making love through electric skies
Now I know where my fortune lies
Breathe the air and feel this land
cause its slipping through me
Like dust from my hand.
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
I just cant give you enough
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
How can you give me your love ?
Now give me your love!
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
How can you give me your love ?
Give me
How can you give me your trust
With a handful of dust ?
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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