Led By Satan II
We are living in a sin-infested world led by Satan,
And without the tru teachers around us;
For many are called and few are chosen,
And like the muse of your love on my bed last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In 1066
The seed of fertility,
The rituals of pagan worship,
The story of Yahnah and the great fish!
But a lie is the opposite of the truth.
These preachers want sinners money,
These preachers proclaim false doctrine,
And Satan has the whole world deceived!
For, they lied with their tongues.
Manhood, womanhood, childhood;
They ate and they were well-fed,
But, you can't live forever on food and vitamins!
And like the acts of pagan worshipping people;
But Satan knows the truth and, she only wants her glory.
Mankind has chosen to go the way of Satan!
So look around you and you will see many examples;
With primitive marriage rites in the land of my muse! !
But the Normans invaded England in 1066,
And they introduced the muse of 'the Lord of Misrule' to them.
The way of Cain,
The way of pain,
The way of gain,
The way of chains;
And like the Yule logs and candles which belongs to the Norse tradition!
But be very strong like'Yahshua Ben Nun',
For the words of this writer are in poetic passages.
The Ten Commandments were engraved on stones,
But sin is so beautiful to many in this world! !
And the world is now with empty dreams;
For the wrong things of life are stronger than ever!
Like a river,
When i called, no one answered;
Like a poet,
But the breasts of her consolations had eluded many!
Ans, she delivered a male child.
By the River Chebar!
When i spoke, no one listened;
But it will be like a reproach and a proverb;
With sweet smelling cinnamon from the voice of joy!
This is like an offereing made by fire!
With sweet smelling cane;
And to make artistic designs for my love´r,
But the world today is like a taunt and a curse!
For, mankind has chosen the way of Satan.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
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Happy Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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Many Are Called
Many are called, dear heart, to happiness,
But few are chosen, even for a wild short year.
Love calls us from our sleep, and we make stress
To rise and greet him in a world austere
With a sweet dawn, while blithe as chanticleer
He carols his brave message, and we loosen
The shutters of our grief to find him near.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Love's voice is truth. He speaks his messages
In tones we dare not doubt, and we give ear
As to a prophet of our wilderness,
The glorious lord of a new hemisphere.
And we run, we too, glorious, without fear,
Like children on bright ice too thinly frozen,
Gay to our doom. Ah me! The plunge was sheer.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Love chooses whom he will to ban or bless.
My fate was a wild shepherd's on the drear
Plains of wan hope, whose one--time shepherdess
Was lost even in the winning, and whose cheer
Has since been of the yellow leaf and sere,
(Scorned is the rose--tree Time finds no last rose on)
And silence claims him and the end is near.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Queen of my life! I do not love you less
Because you choose not me to cast your woes on.
It is enough for me you once said ``Yes.''
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Sankofa
Tell me,
What occurs to you after sex?
And like how you spent the night with a prostitute;
But, you can still entice me with your love because,
This world is full of ups and downs!
I am walking to the hill that faces Hebron,
But, you are still making love with Delilah! !
And the village next to you now is called 'Sankofa'.
You lulled me to sleep with my head on your lap,
And i am now blinded because of this love;
But your sex wax is now like the flax that is set on fire! !
However, in the middle of the night you woke me up.
In the cleft of the rock,
In the middle of the night,
In the land of roses with the aroma of your muse!
And with the tip of my staff touching your heart;
because, a fleece of wool was on the threshing floor.
You did it in the night with me,
And i was filled with the bowl of your lovely muse;
But this bowl of water is like the songs of love,
And, i finally saw your face! !
But, let me go before the day breaks on us,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fisherman's Walk
You're just like the rainbow!
Of your muse,
Of your love,
Of your peace,
Fisherman's Walk;
Fly high! !
I believe i can fly;
And like the muse of a prison on an Island of crocodiles.
Writing to free my mind,
Painting to inspire my world,
But, i can still smell the aroma of your love around me!
For, you are like the light in darkness.
Living alone,
Drying up leaves,
So, come and rescue me with your love! !
For, i am falling deep down.
Fisherman's Walk,
Through the walls!
Living in the hole,
But, to have the night prepared around you! !
I want you,
I need you,
I love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ode to Teachers
Ode to Teachers
Teachers are not just people whose job is to teach
Teachers are not just people who grade our papers or stand at the front of the classroom
Teachers are not just people who give us homework
No!
Teachers are part of our life
Never to be forgotten
Teachers are like steps that help us
Help us make it to the top
To be a greater person
To exceed expectations
They prepare us for great outside world
With its stone cold heart
Where if we trip and fall on our face
It will laugh at us
But because of our teachers
Our wonderful teachers
We remember to get back up
poem by Dreamin Big
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Living Without Your Love
(michael bolton/doug james)
Looks like you win
Its just like you called it from the start
I let you in
Now I cant get you out of my heart
Here I am
Im dreamin about you night and day
Wanting you
Needing you
Hopin you stay
All of my life
I thought I knew the taste of sweet
In my eye
My life was so complete
There you were
That same smile you wear tonight
Suddenly
This heart and me
Cant understand how
Ive been living without your love
Never know how I did it so long
Living without your love
All I know is I just cant go on
Living without your love
Darlin Ive had more than enough
Living without your love
Till I found you
I never knew love could feel like this
Now that I do
I wanna make up for what I missed
Here we are
What I thought was just a dream
Its comin true
Because of you
I know what love means
And Ive been living without your love
Never know how I made it so long
Living without your love
All I know is I just cant go on
Living without your love
Darlin Ive had more than enough
Of living without your love
All the world couldnt see
But somehow you knew
Everything I ever needed
Id find it with you
(Ive been) Ive been living without your love
Never know how I made it so long
Living without your love
All I know is I just cant go on
Living without your love
Darlin Ive had more than enough
Of living without your love
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Teacher’s Day
Obey your teachers, everyone;
Respect your teachers, everyone;
Remember your teachers, everyone.
Heed to what they teach in class.
Like/ love your teachers, if superb;
Emulate your teachers exemplary;
Reward them for their excellence;
Be humble to them all through your life;
Thank your teachers for good things done;
Forgive your teachers, if they’ve wronged;
Pray to God to bless their lives on earth always.
Never mock;
Never hate;
Never anger;
Never belittle;
Never ridicule;
Never humiliate:
Your teachers anytime.
Be proud of all your teachers
Of your school and college;
Help them if they should ask;
Assist them in each task;
A teacher is a gift from God;
Thank God for your part!
poem by John Celes
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Emell
This muse of love is like how to write a song,
This muse of care is like how to write a poem,
This muse of peace is like how to write a stroy,
This muse of joy is like how to write a book,
But, i am now delivered with the muse of your love!
Because, i now live in the land of your muse and,
You are called Emell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kathy
Blood infested meat and blood infested water!
And like the 'Sunday Times' writing about us;
But i called you and you heard my voice,
However, i am Kathy from a land afar from your home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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7 Plus 1
The Arch of Noah saved only sven people plus himself,
So do take up the census to understand this poem;
For many are called but few are chosen!
Think about the flood,
'7 plus 1' people were saved after the heavy rainfall!
And Noah came out plus the seven others;
But i am a refugee today escaping from the stray bullets of life.
Mind over matter in the bed room of love,
And completely out of the ordinary with motivations;
But my imaginations can move mountains!
And, like the love of the muse of the flood!
'7 plus 1' quals to '8',
And eight people were saved from the Arch!
But let us try to understand the ways of the Creator;
For many are called and few are chosen!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fair Thee Well Without Teachers?
ridicule the teachers
gifted teachers with passion heart
society blame teachers
blame teachers for problems
politicians poverty laziness created
blame teachers decades past
for all your problems today
ever heard of night school
upskilling retraining effort
take no guilt no responsibility
blame teachers for problems
fair thee well without teachers?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time To Stand Opposed
Truth may be black and white, but some choose the dark of night,
When it comes to political views, many simply shift and just muse.
Thinking of all, but God's Word, ignoring Truths that they've heard,
Truths which should be our light, in this world where wrong is right.
Compromising Scripture for man; it's not of God but Satan's plan,
Satan's plan to hinder God's Truth; look around and see the proof,
An amoral nation we've become, as for Truth we're biblically dumb,
Following the ways of wicked men, in a nation God shall condemn!
The Truth has become irrelevant, so how long shall The Lord relent?
He, who put His Law in our heart, from which many chose to depart,
This country shall have no excuse, regardless of how leaders muse,
As their thinking is devoid of God, so they'll see His Righteous Rod,
Unfortunately some in The Church, follow their wicked political lurch,
As they make changes suddenly, they defy the God over all eternity,
The Laws ascribed by a Holy God, for all men upon this earthly sod,
Yet more are following the evil ways, of immoral leaders in our days.
It is time for many to take a stand, in an ever increasing amoral land,
All, who know Christ's Righteousness, must oppose the wickedness,
Being Christ's Light in this world, where Satan's darkness is unfurled,
In a world that is turning dark as night, to point others to God's Light.
(Copyright ©05/2012)
Break The Arms
Bulls of Bashan,
I have seen many thingsntoday!
So, save me from the lion's mouth;
And like your love in the bush of peace.
You have taught me many things;
And like a bridegroom from his canopy,
But my voice will be heard today, because of your love.
With many tears,
With many ears,
With many fears,
With many wears,
With many dears,
With many bears,
With many gears,
With many spears,
And like going out and coming in with the muse of love;
But, he who hears my song is like she who is nearer to your house,
For, you have taught me many things.
I am drawn to you because of love,
And like the beds of the seas and the apples of your eyes! !
But, the truth is for free.
Break the arms of the evil one!
For, the wonderful inheritance is near;
But, trust in Yahweh for He is true;
And like the beds of the seas and the apples of your eyes,
For, you have taught me many things.
Yellow and blue equals to green,
Yellow and red equals to orange,
Red and blue equals to black,
But we don't need signs to believe in your muse;
So, do offer the sacrifice of righteousness to all around.
Of mercy and justice,
Maditate on the laws day and night;
For, a picture at hand is worth more than thousands of words.
Why is the world like this? !
But, let the field be joyful;
And always seve Yahweh to glorify His Name.
Time is passing by,
And we don't need signs to believe in your muse;
For, she is crying now! But, time will tell.
Learn the laws of peace,
Learn the laws of love,
And try to call on the family's home of the righteous always;
For, the odds of life are always seen around us.
Where is Satan? ! !
Maybe, she's standing around you;
Where is Satan? ! !
Maybe, he is standing around you;
Where is Satan? ! !
Maybe, he or she is among us!
But, the trumpet is now sounded and, how many of us are now ready for the battle?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Prempeh
The dead know nothing and the living are living in fear!
But you are too young to be inspired by this message at hand;
For, the intospections of my realm are than the things you love.
Present in the blood are viruses!
And like a colourful durber with the muse of love;
But, my pet is the cat and,
To relocate my mind is like the muse of my residence.
The micro organisms are in the blood!
So, do inform Prempeh my friend to visit me;
For, i do have a message for him in this land of many rivers! !
But, do keep fit with your romance and keep fit with the love around you as well.
The beasts of a woman are now on the hairy chest of a man!
but, the dead know nothing and the living are living in fear! !
But this muse of love is now noted in your land;
For, the days are now shorter than the beautiful flowers of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fosuwaa
The foundation of your love,
After these things;
The foundation of your muse,
After these moves;
But this is my letter to you!
Chosen and spoken of in my poems.
Obey my words,
Read my lines,
Learn from my muse;
To enhance and educate your staus-quo!
Becaise, i am Fosuwaa in the land of your muse,
And, my love is now with you in your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Patters of a Physical Director
My most jovial friend
was a Physical Director.
He would always speak about
national institutes of sports.
But he hadn't sneaked in there
just to glance at the coaching
of indoor or outdoor games.
When he was pulled to the ground
to play Volley Ball, he'd box it
and puncture it with his thumbnail.
His interest to vet
the letters freighted
between the boys and girls
was enormous.
Boundless verve he had
to trace out the authors
of the anonymous letters.
His counsels and guidance
to the love-infested teenagers
spurred them to flee the school
and consummate their Platonic love.
In entertaining the teachers
with his jokes and jeers,
mimics and actions,
even the comedians of films
couldn't surpass him.
The Headmaster would rush
to free the teachers detained
at the Teachers-room and scowled at
them to go to the classes.
All the roguish boys were in his pocket
to keep the premises in order.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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101 Ways Of My Love
Food and water,
Shelter and care;
But, stopping down low for somebody to see your nakedness!
And, there i met your love.
101 ways of my lov e,
Called to satisfy your muse! !
Dress, repress, mistress, stress, press, witness, pointless, wireless, politeness;
But, to lodge there and to wait for your love!
And like he manner of your usage,
But i am a teacher of the message is what i am.
101 ways of my love,
To be set aside;
And to aboard the muse of your love! !
On the left and of the right sides of the mango tree;
But, watch and remember the 101 ways that we shared,
Night and day in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Holy War
If you will adore me
Bow before me and praise my name
If you place no god before me
Then all I have is yours to claim
And if God is in the heavens
Why did God let children die
If you don't ask these questions
There is no reasons why
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
All the visions shown before you
All the kingdoms and the thrones
All are yours if you bow before me and adore me
All this you can own
There are those that will go to Heaven
There are those that will never win
No one knows what will happen
There are those that turn to sin
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
(Solo)
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
The devil is in hell with the demons
This is the Holy War
They lead us to our temptation
Lead us, take our souls
There is no evil in salvation
There is evil in us all
Just as Satan tempted Jesus
And Jesus slips and falls
He is a station on The Cross now
He is dying to save us all
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way-
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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