I Sneezed Trice! !
I sneezed trice! !
Because, i saw your nakedness;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy,
But, i need to understand the status of your moves.
Living on drugs!
Sleeping on rugs,
Destroying the mugs;
For, you've lost your memory,
But, i sneezed trice because i saw your nakedness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bayla
The events have not well settled down,
But i have seen the nakedness of your muse;
And be very wise to criticize me on this muse,
Because it is all about your love.
You may understand my muse or not,
But poetry is all about you and i! !
And what you write down in the name of your country will not satisfy me;
But i have to accept your lines in the name of poetry.
I am not the one that you are looking for,
So do not be very angry with my poems;
For they are all there to teach others than you! !
Bayla my lover is still at home,
And like a star in the land of lovers;
But this poem was not writtien for you.
I am very glad to understand your status,
But why are not ready for criticism? !
Because we are all learning on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pleasant One
Clan by clan,
Kin by kin,
One by one,
The store of Bohan!
And like the coastline of great love.
The scorpion passed by near the lion,
But his best-man took away his wife;
And, the story went out through the village.
Customary,
To entice her;
Of a feast,
To entice him;
But, her bride-mate took away his husband!
And, the story went out through the village.
Pleasant one,
To the land of my birth;
Of mercy and truth,
But this woman is from Bethlehem.
This man is your guest and,
This woman is my guest;
Yes, the one with her hands on the threshold!
But, take me to the land of peace.
A man of substance,
A woman of substance,
To the cave of Adullam;
And like your nakedness in the land of your muse,
But, the story went out through the village.
To the great well of Sechu!
Your mother's nakedness;
To the customary seat,
Your father's nakedness;
To shoot three arrows to this side,
Your brother's nakedness;
To sit by the stone of Ezel,
Your sister's nakedness;
And like the muse of the new moon! !
But, to lay naked all day and night,
For, i am old and grey-headed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ruth Fecyeh
When the rain falls, it doesn't fall on one man's head!
So this is the way of my muse to you;
For you can still lay down in your nakedness for my love.
You need me to satisfy you and,
You need this muse to tell you who you are;
For the walls af Jehrico are all around you.
I am full of words and of the love that brights your way,
But i am like the writer that crowns your way as well;
So lay down in your nakedness for the this harmony of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Lover's Nakedness
The sweet of my lover's nakedness!
And like the muse of my mind with the joy of peace;
But, with the gladness of the heart in unity as one.
Riddlde it out and learn from my muse,
Puzzle it out and give me ear when i do speak;
And like the sweet of my lover's nakedness,
For, this parable is like a joyous land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who else thought of you?
When I sneezed while we were united,
She praised and blessed me for long life;
Later instantly she changed her mind
And cried, 'who else other than me
Thought of you and sneezed? '
(It is a common belief that if a loving person thinks of the beloved, the beloved gets sneeze)
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Donne!
The parable of this love is where you live,
The muse of this love is like your nakedness;
But, i am Donne in the land of your muse,
And of your love in the land of your muse! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mizrayim
Remember and never forget how i deeply love you,
And like the fruit of your womb;
Remeber and never forget how we deeply made love with our nakedness!
Yes, in the rich and spacious land of beautiful roses;
But, the laws were written for our learning.
Mizrayim my love,
Always love me deeply like the first time;
And remember and never forget how i really care for you,
For, i am who i am and you are you are who you are on this sweet muse of love.
True love had now connected us together so,
Do remember and never forget how i failfully taught you the way;
For this rich and spacious land of the beautiful roses recorded that history.
Visit my vineyard of love and let me crown you my love,
For ui was sent to you to love you and to direct you;
And i will take you to the land of love flowing with milk and honey,
For you are all that i need on this sweet muse of love.
Oh Mount Horeb! !
And from within the bush of love;
With Shanghai Blues to take up your body to the bay of love!
But, remember and never forget how we deeply made love with our nakedness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oh Lucy
We love nakedness more than covering ourselves in this world,
But my love is ascending from the east with the untimely figs;
And the palm branches of your love are all that i need to see.
My love is to all nations, tribes, peoples and tongues;
And of the shame of your nakedness that is shared by many!
But do anoint your eyes with eyelids that you might see,
And don't let me spew you out of my mouth like the beast.
Oh Lucy! Why are you sharing your nakedness with all the men? !
For many have come on this love and i have seen enough,
But to cover yourself is better than the sins around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Are The One
The eyes and the mind defines nakedness,
However darkness will fall unto us all;
My spirit enlightens many,
My poem speaks to you as well;
You will always feel my abscence without a clue.
Someone has to cry for others to swallow in their tears,
Someone has to write for others to learn from it,
But nakedness is all around us in this world.
The house is empty without the spirit,
The roots of a tree do need love as well;
You are the light of the house and,
Many will still be looking for you.
Bears, years, fears, tears!
You are the one for us on this thing called love;
Yesterday is gone with the muse,
Today is here with my mind but,
The futureis unknown! !
My life is with a vision beyound the roads,
The eyes and the mind defines nakedness;
You are the one my love,
You are the one!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Valley Of Anchor
To uncover her nakedness like a sweet lover on the bed of roses,
But to come up out of her grave like bat out of hell!
I am in the valley of anchor to share my views with you.
I have tiome to uncover her nakedness,
I have the joy to share her love;
But the muse that muses is all that i share with you as well.
To come up out of her grave like a bat out of hell,
With te valley of anchor to share my mind with you;
But from the days of her youth,
She was all that it takes.
Wrapped in the wings of love is her identity and,
I am in the valley of anchor to make love with her;
But from between her breasts are the true love of her muse.
Her lewdness to all is in the valley of anchor,
And her nakedness to all is seen around her youthful breasts;
But the door of her hope is what she has for you,
Like me being with her all day long.
Take a stick and write upon it,
For i desire mercy on this love than hate;
Like the great River Hiddekel.
She has set water for me to drink on this love,
Like a freewill offering of her love in the valley of anchor;
But be very careful to swim deeply into her love.
Like the King's food and the Queen's water,
Im am in a night vision of love to share my views;
And from between her breasts are the sweet things of love.
The deep and the secrets of her love,
Like the great River Hiddekel pouring down on her nakedness;
Come and explore this valley of her anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Darkness Of Life
The darkness of life and the troubles of the mind,
They've never got that level of education to respect my muse;
And like the nakedness of women and the muse of love,
But lost in yester years to swing along with my muse!
And the colour of the lion is the colour of Africa.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lampard II
Lampard, lamp, arm, am, pad, pal, lad, dam;
Winter with the cold ands summer with the heat!
Dram, mad, dap, rap, palm, map, ram;
But to bow down low for the slaughter,
And like Gad living in the land of the Gods! !
Lilac,
Lifelike,
Beautiful;
I fell once,
So, i don't want to fall twice!
But, i did knock at your door trice;
However, you were not at home all the time.
Love,
Realistic,
Raid, aid, paid, said, laid, afraid, maid! !
Thrich will be richer and the poor will be poorer;
For, we all know what goes on in this worldly systems,
But, i am Lampard in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Identity would seem to be the garment with which one covers the nakedness of the self, in which case, it is best that the garment be loose, a little like the robes of the desert, through which one's nakedness can always be felt, and, sometimes, discerned. This trust in one's nakedness is all that gives one the power to change one's robes.
quote by James Baldwin
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Saabi
It was like a dream! And i did see your nakedness beside me;
For you were very attractive and very beautiful to see.
Come to me my lover,
Come and let us make love tonight;
Saabi my love, you are the poet on my mind with songs so sweet.
I will be there always with my muse for you and,
We will live together in this tent of love and peace;
For it was like a dream to me! !
I did see your nakedness beside me and i need this sweet love.
Come oh my sweet lover,
And come and take me home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her Nakedness
In the winter house you will meet her garden of love and,
In the summer house you will meet her nakedness!
And like the message of the fowls of the air who do view us all.
With my soul i have desired you my love,
For you are naked under the apple tree of love;
With my love i will be with you always,
For your nakedness is before me like a film!
But i saw the face of a man, a woman and a child within.
Old and patched,
My life is like the gragons of the sea!
But being crafty and deceitful is your love,
For you are always naked in the heat of the summer.
Her nakedness,
And of the lust of the flesh that is always seen around;
But try to learn from the double walls of love,
For it is time to wake up from the lust of the eyes.
Soot, smoke and dust;
The red sea dried up for her nakedness to appear!
But watch and see who is playing around her,
For her summer house is ready for her lovers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Blameless
Nameless, Blamesless, fearless, worthless, nevertheless;
At the editor's desk to resport your muse,
But in the twenty-third year with your love!
For the rain came in and washed out your nakedness with joy;
And the muse of love spread allnover you.
Overnight stops,
Prescribed,
And written down in book!
But you falied to answer my calls;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy.
Rule, mule, crew, screw, few, dew, hew, dole!
Little by little and step by step;
And like noble men and women beside the common people of the land,
But blameless in the name of this war around you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Can't Top Me!
You can't top me!
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
.
You can't top me,
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
With a beggin' not to miss it if you could.
And when we move our hips...
In the nakedness,
Feeling all around and casting shadows.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
We do it with passion
And in the nakedness,
We do it with passion...
In the nakedness.
The rhythm over heats.
You can't top me!
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
.
You can't top me,
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
That 'nakedness'...
You can't top me!
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
With a beggin' not to miss it if you could.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Yes...
I love the foreplay.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
WHEN STRIPPED TO NAKEDNESS.
Yes...
I do!
'And I gather you are a screamer too? '
Aux contrare, mon ami.
Tu et moi...
Moan!
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
C'est si bon!
N'est pas? Oui.
'I get the 'we' bit.
But I'm not so sure about the nest,
Pa!
Yours or mine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sickness II
I am sick lying on your hospital bed,
So you can play with my nakedness if you want to;
Because this is the only time that you can see my nakedness!
For this sickness had made it possible.
Sickness, oh sickness! !
Sickness had made it possible for you to see my nakedness;
If not, you can't even smell my sight at anytime.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Residence Of My Love
I am living in the residence of my love and,
My house is built with the wood of cedar;
So come in and share my love with your muse,
For the curtains of my love will cover your nakedness with care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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