Johann
Coming out to meet you,
Coming out of it to satisfy you,
And like the survival of the African muse!
But, it is very funny that you've forgotten my name.
I am Johann,
And, unforgettable is the muse of my love!
Which had its own phenomenon when we first met;
But, you are matured enough today to know what is right or wrong,
For my survival in Africa had taught me many things in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Helena
Bolt and nut,
Bring the washer in between to satisfy my muse;
For i am Helena in the land of your muse!
Lost, cost, post, host, most;
I am Helena and i want your love;
But the bananas and the mangoes are not yet matured,
So try to fix up things to meet up to m ymuse.
Toll, doll, loll, moll, poll, roll;
Watch my lips and try to understand my words,
For the washer in between will surely satisfy my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spokesman
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
Because, the muse of my African Stew tastes different from yours!
And, it is infused with a special ingredient from the African Soil.
I am the muse that you are reading and,
I am the African Child with my words so sweet! !
And like the love of your mind without the wars around you;
Because, i am always for the peace of this world.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I am presenting the muse of my mind from Africa to educate you;
For, mankind had now made more amumunitions for war!
But, we really don't need them when, we talk about peace on this earth.
Listen and look for peace around you always,
Learn and care for others around you always,
For education is not always about degrees! !
Because, the very professors are the very ones who made these weapons of war.
The African Spokesman is what i am,
Along the streets of Africa and around the hiding places of the ghettoes!
For, i have seen many things in my life and, i have more to tell to you;
But, like the colours of the rainbow,
We need to love each other in the name of the colours that nature gave us.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
But, if you listen very carefully, you will feel the muse of my love around you!
Because, this world is now being captured by the weapons of war than peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa Wants To....
African girl,
You are like the slice of cake and the muse of love;
But od present the status on your right hand side to meet up with your mind,
Because the youthful act of your muse is like a call from Mama Africa.
African girl,
Mama Africa wants to educate you among all others;
So you have to separate your sheep among your goats,
Because i was once lost in the bush of love and you shown me the way out!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Spirit Of St. Louis III
In my consortium,
In my realm,
In my apartment,
With life struggles and the tunnels under the broad roads;
But the African has more to say than expected.
Talents abounds in Africa but,
Who is ready to tap them?
Even though, some cultures do not respect a gifted person.
To my ancestors and the forgotten ones i do give my respect,
But to a world so sweet which is also full of sins!
And inside Africa with many languages to respect the muse of love,
But we are manily centred with tribal groups.
Living with languages,
And like the names and the tribes;
With many wars against one another to gain power,
But the heat of the sun rests on us all in Africa! !
Lanuages and religions,
With different countries to make up Africa;
And with many difficulties to unite as one,
Fior the 'African Unity' (AU) is still crawling like a baby.
Born a right-handed,
But today i am a left-handed;
All in the land of my muse to respect my identity,
But i will always respect the spirit of St. Louis.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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11.11.11
Today is the 11th of November 2011!
And, you were born at 11: 11 A.M.27 years ago! !
However, the kiss of your lips with my muse was like,
The sweet muse of love and care in the land of beauty!
For, you are all that i need.
At 11: 11 P.M. i found your nakedness to the world so sweet!
And like the words of love to satisfy my muse in the land of beautiful roses;
But, i have a lot to learn from you as well,
Because, you are 27 years old today and,
You are a virgin! !
You were born 27 years ago but,
The sweet love of your muse came and touched my heart!
And, you will always remember my kiss;
For, this love is all about you and i! !
And like words of peace in the land of unity,
For, i am always ready fro your love.
11.11.11!
And like the date reserved for many Germans to marry;
But all over the world are the works and words of love to move us on,
For, you are like the words so sweet to touch my lips!
And i will always remember you because, you were born on this day.
You came into this world 27 years ago in the land of survival! !
Naked to the world to respect your muse;
But, the joy of your birth had brought peace to your culture,
For, you have really made a mark to respect my muse.
You were born on the 11th of November 1984,
And today, you are 27 years olf to respect the muse of love;
But your first kiss came along like the works of peace,
Because, you waited for it for a very long time! !
And today, you are ready for marriage;
But, try to keep your virginity for the man of your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Spirit Of St. Louis II
In my consortium,
In my realm, In my apartment,
And like the spirit of St. Louis in the lan dof my muse;
But Art and Craft helped me through my Primary and Middle School Education.
I exchanged most of my works for food in those dys to survive!
For the muse of Africa is well noted by those of us in Africa;
But i planned to settle down my mind after my secondary education,
Becuase the going was much tougher than i could bear.
I started to write down and to draw out every inventive idea given to me from the realms!
Because i was dreaming dreams ans seeing visions;
And with my African culture playing a major role at times,
But this issue started mainly in 1983.
Traditionally noted to the roots of my culture is my love,
And like the muse of the rainbow reflecting on us in Africa! !
But the spirit of St. Louis was all that mused up with my muse.
The daily norms of the African child,
Through the heat of the sun to make ends meet;
But my name is Edward Kofi Louis,
Born on Friday the 13th! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa II.
Love and peace to you from the mind of the African,
For Mama Africa is here to stay;
And of the great love from the muse of Africa,
So pay us a visit to see what we are made of.
Mama Africa will great you with the muse of all the animals,
And like the heat of the sun that blesses us all day long;
But in Africa with hope to teach many with our culture.
The care of Mother Africa is here for you,
For Mama Africa will care for you whenever you do visit us;
Because we have a lot to share with the whole world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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50 Years on This Physical Earth
50 years on this physical earth,
But husting and busting to make my name known t the world!!
Because, i have a message at hand;
And, it is not easy being born in Africa and being raised in Africa from a very poor family!
For, i can't stop the rain from falling on my head when,
I have no roof!!!
And like what is going on today in East Africa!
With the reflections of one of my Art Works called: 'We don't have aids but hunger'! !
Yes, from the very acts of my mind;
Because i am an African,
And i do know what it means to be in Africa.
Today, i am to thank Father Yahweh for all of His mercy and kindness towards me;
For He had really guided my steps from thr rough paths of an African's own story,
And, let His Mercy endures forever!!
For Africa is for the Africans and we have to know what goes on around us everyday;
And, in the land of Africa i was born,
But, have you to say?!!
Because, i am very proud to be an African!
And like the muse of your love in the land of many waters that satisfies us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa Is Like My Muse
I am from Africa and i love my muse,
But you will enjoy your stay when you do visit us;
Because Mama Africa is like my muse of love,
So come ans see things with your own eyes.
Come and let me take you round,
For this continent has more to the eyes than you think;
And like the muse of love that is protected with care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa's Treasure
On the run!
With your mind;
On the move!
With your love;
And like Mama Africa's Treasure! !
But, they came and took your treasure away.
Food for the belly!
To gain your love and to love once again;
But, do guide me with your true love always! !
Because, Mama Africa's Treasure is what what you need.
Be thankful with what you've got from me!
In the jungle,
Wild and free!
But, with hidden tracks;
However, this train is heading towards the land of your muse.
Welcome to the world! !
Welcome to the muse of Africa;
Rich in love,
Rich with colours,
But, open your eyes and look around with them!
With the muse of love and with the muse of peace,
And like Mama Africa's Treasure.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nancy Boy
Alcoholic kind of mood
Lose my clothes, lose my lube
Cruising for a piece of fun
Looking out for number one
Different partner every night
So narcotic outta sight
What a gas, what a beautiful ass.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
Kind of buzz that lasts for days
Had some help from insect ways
Comes across all shy and coy
Just another nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
Just another happy junkie
Fifty pounds, press my button
Going down.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
Does his makeup in his room
Douse himself with cheap perfume
Eyeholes in a paper bag
Greatest lay I ever had
Kind of guy who mates for life
Gotta help him find a wife
Were a couple, when our bodies double.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head shes universal,
Spinnin me round shes coming over me.
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Abdelhadi
Say it again,
Write it again,
Read it again,
Do it again,
Play it again,
With the African Roots of love to touch the world!
For i am Abdelhadi in the land of your muse,
But get ready to show me your love.
Open season with the African ghetto life styles,
All you need is my muse with the African Roots of love!
For i am ready to touch your heart with my deep love,
And i will do it again and say it again until you understand my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mr. And Mrs. James Akpan
I was seen by the eyes when i was around you people!
And like the days ahead of the sun to satisfy the muse of mankind;
But, the new moon of green ears of barley came in! !
And, it was with joy all over in the land of beautiful flowers.
Old habits are very hard to break!
But, this muse of yesterday now rigisters itself once againt today;
For your love introduced my muse to you,
But, what is man that you care so much about him?
Your words have encouraged those who stumbled,
Your love has now touched the hearts of many! !
And, your peace is very much known to us all;
However, i really came in to help your children.
Managements are really yours! !
But, to Mount Zion i will rejoice with the muse of my success;
And like the very words of Mrs. Akpan to me when i took up the contract,
But today, i am what i am because, i never went overboard!
What is life after all?
Whaz is love after all?
What is care after all?
What is peace after all?
What is untiy after all?
For, i really took your children like my own brothers and sisters;
And today, the benefits of my teachings had really made them great!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa Will... II.
We are obligated to thank you for your visit,
And Mama Africa will always be there for you;
Because the light of this continent shines all year round,
And like the muse of your love that attracted us to you.
Love to everyone on this earth,
For the Africans have a story to tell;
And Mama Africa will guide you on with her muse of peace.
Come! And let Mama Africa admire you! !
For Mama Africa will be the centre of your mission;
Because we have hope in whatever we do in Africa.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Day Break Africa
Twenty-one days to an overthrow,
Twenty-one years from a hide-out;
Day break Africa with news around the world!
Out of changes, out of words,
One out of the muse that i bring to you;
Living on One Dollar a day means that,
We have no aids but hunger! !
Day break Africa with words from a bard,
Like a serious rethinking to all mankind;
Life in Africa matters to me a lot.
Braving through the thick and thin clouds of Africa,
Like the time when a party wins;
A muse like this puts up a serious rethinking.
Day break Africa with hunger,
Day break Africa with hospitality;
Mark the beloved child who wakes up early with,
No food at all! Yes, an empty stomach! !
Just like their parents and care-takers,
Just like the things you see around;
A life and death struggle for survival!
Lawlessness! A child is born;
With an empty bowl beside him or her.
This is to learn about the hardships of Africa,
This is to grow up in the mist of nothing;
Where many talents die out easily!
From hope to poverty,
from the North to the South;
From East to the West,
From the mountains to the rivers;
We need our fertile minds to do the thinking.
Gone-East, gone-West, gone out of bounds;
From the North to the South without hope,
Day break Africa with hunger!
More deaths cases are reported on malaria than aids,
But our best works are not even well known to the world;
Since, they rather cloth us with aids! ! !
From O.A.U. to A.U.,
From poverty to aids;
How long can we hoist a flag for our emancipation? !
Day break Africa with words,
Day break Africa with hope,
Day break Africa with Hunger,
Day break Africa with dreams;
Oh, how long can we hoist a flag for our emancipation?
Day break Africa!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Annabel
It will surely rise up!
Because, i am Annabel in the land of your muse;
And like the works of art and the beauty of your love,
For, the colour of the sea is like the muse of your town.
I know your mind and,
You are unable to hide this muse from me! !
For, it will always rise up to satisfy me;
And like the joy of success!
But, try to understand my sweet muse around you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa's Identity
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Fulanis and the Fulbes;
But the Savannah and the Sahara are here to stay in Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Dogons and the Shilluks;
And of the cowries usedas money in those days,
But the identities of the African are in many faces.
It is like a durbar in Africa and,
At the market plac to meet others;
But a visit to the tomatoes market in Ghana will tell you much.
Mama African's identity,
And like 'the Golden Stool' of the Ashanti Kingsdom!
But wait for the dried-fish on the coasts of Africa.
Visit St. Louis in the delta of Senegal and learn about the ways of the African,
For my home i in El Molo;
And like Mama Africa's identity praising my muse.
Mama African's identity,
And of the pygmies in Central Africa!
But i have my mind on the Rift Valley,
And like the mirror of the rivers, lakes and the seas of Africa! !
The Massai and the Dinka do play their roles,
And like the Nubaians in South Sudan;
But with the temperature above 40 degrees in most parts of Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And like a message to my lover in Lalibala;
For early in the morning came the leopards to drink some water,
But a visit to Mount Meru will entice you.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Zulus and the Rendilles;
But the Afars are here to blend with the dry land.
Mama Africa's identity,
With the rhythms and rituals of the Africans!
And like the tribes of Ovambo, Herero, Xhosa, Shona and Matabele.
And like the Bemba, the Tonga and the Ovaimbundu!
But the red land of Africa care for you all.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of River Limpopo in the mist of love;
But try to visit the Victoria Falls to satisfy your curiosity.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Himbas with their traditional dance;
But the Kikuyu, the Hutu, the Tutsi and the Hambukushu are also there,
For Africa is a very big continent for all of us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Drugs And Guns
All around us are drugs and guns,
But the drug barons and the warlords do pray to their various gods! !
However, their views are different from many of us;
Because, the dead are now asleep and the living are awake.
My life is like a Black American in the jungles of Africa!
And like the chocolates to my nephews, nieces, uncles, aunties and cousins;
Because, the dead are now asleep and the living are awake.
My life is like the muse of America,
My life is like the muse of Japan,
My life is like the muse of Germany,
my like is like the muse of England,
Living in the land of birds and animals!
But, the African story will wake you up;
Because, i am what i am without drugs and guns.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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