Macedonia
Stare, bare, ware, mare, care, fare, hare, pare, rare, tare;
And, trying to see beyond!
But, i have something to tell you,
And like your muse in the land of Macedonia.
Blair, chair, air, fair, stair, hair, lair, flair, wheelchair, pair;
You just don't know it because, you can't get there!
And like this girl on the wheelchair.
Wheel, feel, steel, reel, peel, creel, heel!
And to meet with you;
But in six days time you will understand my mind,
For the actions of your love are now recorded.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Garfield
Garfield, dial, rail, grail, field, fed, lie, gale, fear, fail, failed, die!
Bare, dare;
Ware, are;
But, learning to become perfect in the land of your muse.
Garfield, Gad, if, far, era, deal, lead, rig, air, grade, raid, are, lied, dire!
Mare, fare;
Care, hare;
But, try to be with the laws and learn to become perfect in life.
Garfield, laid, fare, gal, fade, liar, rag, girl, Graf, ear, fair, dear, life!
Pare, rare;
Stare, tare;
And like the muse of peace in the land of your muse after the war.
Garfield, read, dare, drag, ride, aid, aide, gear, ale, file, filed, derail, fire!
But birds of the same feathers flock together;
However, you need to learn from your past mistakes to become perfect,
Because, everybody comes out with new things and new ideads on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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07: 07 A.m.
Mare, bare, dare, pare, stare, rare, are;
Can you cross over this river?
Bongo, Congo, Togo, mango, logo;
And, at 07: 07 A.M.;
Then, think twice before crossing over this river.
To serve others and to help others,
Flare, care, hare, fare, glare, tare, ware;
And like the sweet smell of the air!
But, be very humble as a child.
In the desert of love,
At 07: 07 A.M.!
Made from honey and water;
With small sizes and big sizes,
But, shame the devil and be free with your life! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tumult
Tumult,
He who flees from fear will fall into the pit!
To be taken captive,
She who fears about life will fall into the hole!
But my mind will always write words of peace,
And like theone in exile who needs some care.
Dare, snare, ware, fare, care, bare, hare, mare, pare, rare, tare;
But caught in the snare! !
And under the shadow of love i will lay down my head in peace,
However, It will be like a loney wolf in the forest!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Bear and the Hare
The bear is always bare. I have never seen a bear who was not bare. Or does he or she wear a coat of hair? Where does he or she go to buy a coat of hair so that he or she won't be a bare bear? Coats cost money. Bare bears have no money.
But bears eat honey. Even bare bears eat honey. And this bear had a honey who wanted a coat of hair. So when she said to her honey, 'Honey, I want a coat of hair, but I have no money.', her honey replied, 'Honey, I have no money to buy a coat of hair. But I do have honey. Maybe I can sell my honey for money.' So he sold his honey for money so that his honey could have some money to buy a coat of hair and not be a bare bear.
This bear had a friend who was a hare. This hare has hair. Is he bare? He is not a bare bear but a hare and hares have hair. But he is a funny bunny and likes a sunny spot even when it is hot because he like to have fun in the sun. But this funny bunny could not find a sunny spot to go to have fun in the sun until one day a fair came to town.
The bear and hare of course went to the fair. What a pair! The fair was quite far so the bare bear and the hare with the hair decided to ride the street car. To ride the street car, they had to pay a fare. I say that was quite an affair - to see the bare bear and the hair paying for their fare. The bare bear had no pockets in which to carry any fare. The funny bunny had no honey to sell to get some money to pay the fare so that he could go to the fair. The fare cost ten cents. But that makes no sense. It isn't fair to make a bear who is bare and has no pockets to hold a fare or a funny bunny who has no honey to get money to pay a fare to go to the fair.
Subsequently, the bare bear barely got on the street car after the funny bunny hopped on, the bare bear and the hair were there sitting in chairs riding in the street car to the fair without paying any fare. Along the way they saw a mare. They did not care about the mare. They wanted to get to the fair. Have you every seen a bare bear sitting in a chair? I once saw a bare bear sitting in a chair at a fair but he wasn't bare.
To get into the fair the bare bear and the hair had to pay another fare. And still the bare bear had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. And the funny bunny had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. So what did they do? How did they get into the fair? As I said, I saw the bare bear sitting in a chair at the fair but he wasn't bare.
Tell me if this is a poem. Thanks.
poem by Ben Gieske
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Signet
Cowries and dowries,
And of your signet and your cord;
But i am with your child,
So be prepared for your care.
A large stone is now placed on the well's mouth,
Fare, ware, bare, care, dare, hare, mare, pare, tare!
To the north and to the south;
Ford, cord, lord, word!
To the west and to the east;
And like a wild man in the thick forest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jimmy
Well I kinda feel sorry for jimmy
Yeah but you dont know the whole story he wasnt a nice guy
Whaddya mean?
Let me tell ya
Jimmys in a wheel chair and I dont care
He used to walk his dog
And then hed beat him good
Like his pretty wife
And now theyre up and gone
And jimmys in a wheelchair and I dont care
He was the president
Of a company
He kept his workers poor
Hed lie and cheat and steal
Well when justice strikes
Well every once in a while
It makes a bullseye hit
Well every once in a while
He used to yell and scream
Until his son would cry
Then hed run him down
Well he dont run no more
Jimmys in a wheelchair and I dont care
He got big and fat
And he was ridin high
Makin lots of cash
Trashin others lives
Now jimmys in a wheelchair and I dont care
Lord he had it comin
Now hes cryin in his beer
Lord have mercy on this man
song performed by by Devo
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Just a Song!
I rock in a chair,
In a room all bare,
With my unkempt hair,
Without any care!
I breathe dirty air,
Dressed in summer-wear,
Attempting to pare
My nails as I stare!
Oh, What if I dare
To run like a hare
Or walk like a bear
Or charge like a mare!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-6-2006
poem by John Celes
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Our Faces And Our Voices
Dare, care, fare, mare, bare, pare, hare, rare, rare, ware;
Parents have feelings too! !
But just doing it once can also hurt you,
So, try to learn from the positive things in life always.
Extraordinary,
Once is all that it takes;
And like the life of poverty and dependency,
But i am trying to cope with you.
Mope, dope, lope, nope, rope, Pope, hope, cope;
it took me that far! !
But your addiction led to theft;
Shaken,
Collapsed,
Suffered;
And of a copy in black and white,
But she lifted up her voice and wept.
Rose, hose, dose, pose, nose, lose;
You are only a teenager! !
But our character is an integral part of us in life.
Our faces and our voices define who we are physically,
But your character reflects who you are on the inside;
And keeping the law is all that we need,
But, being straight always is the key of life than the negative chains!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Not Wheelchair Accessible
I have something to say but no one will hear it because I can’t get in.
The place to speak is not wheelchair accessible.
My whole life I have been on the outside looking in.
Because most business owners brains are not wheelchair accessible.
When I’m on the street corner just waiting for bus some one walks up and hands me a dollar because they think I’m begging another mind that is not wheelchair accessible.
I know most people have to look down to see me, but they don’t need to look down on me. A person who is unable to see past the physical is a person who will never see that I’m not the one with the disability they are. Do you hear me or are you not wheelchair accessible.
100 days as Medical College Dean (B)
And Lo! I am now here
Seated in the Dean’s chair,
Breathing unpolluted air;
Trying to be quite fair.
Sending occasional glare;
Sometimes, I am a hare;
But that happens quite rare;
There no time to stare.
There’s time not to nails pare;
There isn’t time for patients’ care;
I work for everyone’s welfare;
I use not lift but stair.
There is so much to do;
There are many to woo;
Expecting my Waterloo,
I work hard and pray too.
This is so different;
This job is interesting;
So full of challenges;
I love to fight and win.
I’ve cut my foes to size;
I will be always nice;
I avoid every vice;
This isn’t like playing dice.
Some try to me entice;
I’m cautious and wise;
I take new enterprise;
I hate hearing white lies.
I try to help a lot;
I refuse to be bought;
Some try to have me caught;
‘Wars’ many, I’ve fought.
From God, zeal I’ve got;
The clime is pretty hot;
Yet, I’m a mere clay-pot!
And I must not ev’r rot.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2009
poem by John Celes
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She Does Deserve Great Sympathy
Ageing Bella in the house at the corner outdoors she is not often seen
She was a potential swimming Olympian till a motoring accident she had at eighteen
Brought an end to her swimming career back in ninteen seventy three
And condemned her to life in a wheelchair she does deserve great sympathy.
She could not compete in the Olympics and swim her way into renown
And become the toast of the Nation and the heroine of her Hometown
It robbed her of her chance of having children she has never been any man's wife
one might say she was quite unlucky that accident ruined her life.
She is quite an attractive woman her brown hair flecked with strands of gray
She had spent years of her life in a wheelchair seven to ten years before her prime day
when I meet her she smiles and says hello but sometimes she looks rather sad
I can only empathize with her a terrible life she has had.
Thirty six of her fifty four years in a wheelchair since her widowed mum died five years ago she has lived on her own
Lady luck is surely against her a terrible life she has known
Confined to a wheelchair due to a car crash on the highway which robbed her of her chance of fame
In swimming she was a young champion and for herself making a name.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Once Again In Red!
Once again in red!
With the muse of your love;
Light, alight! !
In, insight;
With something very nice to look at,
With something rich to satisfy your muse,
With something fair to enhance your status;
Back in the classroom.
Rough, cough, dough, thorough, through! !
Contracted,
Adopted,
Quality,
Quantitiy,
Appeal, peal, meal, seal, veal, areal;
Pretty!
Halfway,
Evaluations,
Observers,
Questions, Wheal, deal, heal, steal, weal, real zeal!
Answers,
Pending,
Outsiders,
School, pool, tool, wool, cool, stool, fool!
But, try to take the trouble to overcome it.
Eyes, teeth;
Nose, mouth;
Ears, feet;
Lawsuit, suit, fruit, quit!
The formation of life itself,
On the back side,
Sneeze, freeze, breeze!
4 years with your muse,
Rest, wrestM
4 years agao! !
Creed, reed, seed, weed, heed, need, bleed;
Cringe,
With her emotions,
reaching out for her arms,
I don't want to go! !
But, it is time to move away.
Breed, deed, feed, freed, greed, peed!
Olofinade, fin, find, aide, aid, load, lead, deal, fade, nail dail;
You want to be a star! !
I want to be a star! !
Like the lady in red,
And like another story to read;
Of your dreams,
Of my dreams,
Creel, feel, wheel, heel, kneel, peel, reel, eel, keel!
Felix, helix;
Make it better always in life,
To start it all over again;
But, you still have to go further with a positrive mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love me if you d(c) are
Love me if you care
Love me though nobody stares
Or asks how much its fare
Love me if you dare
Love me though everybody scares
And tell you not to be bare
Love me if you care
Love me though I find it’s rare
Someone sincere to declare
Love me if you dare
Love me though there may be nightmare
And crazy like the March hare
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Reprimanded
Reprimanded, near, mend, dame, rear, ram, rim, did, pear, pie;
Plant gardens and eat their fruits!
For the days are coming when there will be no food around;
Because, we are now faced with wars all over the earth!
Reprimanded, air, pair, fair, repair, hair, lair, rape, dare, dread, pad;
I have heard your voice today!
But plant gardens and eat their fruits;
For there are hatred than love on this earth today,
But the wages of sin is death.
Reprimanded, dan, dear, read, deer, ape, red, deed, need, ride;
But i will correct you in measure!
And like what you did to your neighbour;
But try to learn from your mistakes always.
Reprimanded, remian, remand, maid, aid, paid, mad, pear, rider;
For what the mokey left behind is now being eaten by the ants,
And like the love of your muse in the land of trouble!
But i will visit you at the right time.
Reprimanded, mean, raid, ear, aide, pride, made, rap, reap, am;
With the works of war in every man's hands!
But who is ready to turn the hands of this clock of hatred?
Reprimanded, mail, nail, man, men, red, main, pea, deem, dream;
But with your care on this muse to guide me on!
And like the field of peace in the land of joy,
But plant gardens and eat their fruits.
Reprimanded, dead, pair, prime, air, die, ran, rail, era, are, pride;
For the days are now full of the troubles around us!
But be very wise to do what is right always;
And like a joyful feast being honoured in your name.
Reprimanded, rend, rand, eand, and, in, an, me, dad, dean, dearie;
But your deeds have now led you into prison!
And like a dry land without water;
But peace brings about true love and care than hatred.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hare wooing rabbit
‘It is there! Very much there!
Go and catch the mare
before she comes to glare’.
[ a hare was told]
‘How can you dare
come and at me stare?
You can’t get me bare’.
[a rabbit retirted]
‘No hunter can hear
the consent of a hare
before he goes to snare’.
‘No hunter is held dear,
I am a hare neither.
I shall drive you thither’.
‘If I were not a hunter,
will come some hunter,
who will, you the whole, plunder’.
‘I shall put across a barrier,
will soon seek some warrior
in whose arm to slither.’
‘Then why not am I that lad?
I shall make you glad
and serve you salad.’
No, you are a nerd;
your motive is absurd.
I can’t be assured.’
The she-rabbit fled the he-hare.
25.12.2000, Pm
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Creative Mind!
Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?
Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.
Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.
Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pair_Con_Fection
His love paired teamed perfection
with which no dreams compare,
so seemed, upon reflection,
an idyll bright, right rare.
Synaptic thought deflection
sped thoughts led on to pear
where one plus one reflection
begun with perfect pair.
He, after introspection,
decided then and there
into two parts he'd section
fruit for cute beaut to share.
Two parts two hearts' confection
apportioned as in pair, -
the first for her selection,
the second layer his prayer.
The inner her inspection
entrusted with due care,
the outer, - his election -
was not the choicest fare.
He offered for delection
fine fruit to lady fair,
the outer skin's defection
pear pared, prepared, dared dare.
Alas he met rejection
which led into despair,
and then to lead dejection -
more than one man should bear.
Here's no talk of erection,
nor censorship to spare,
the case cites misdirection -
not going anywhere
because one man's projection,
however debonair,
may lose sense of direction
if heart, mind, three make there.
The moral in connection
with these lines - be aware -
‘ware snare before detection
of core accord, beware!
Another recollection
in good stead stands who'd spare
his days from genuflection
in jail cell solitaire.
Advance with circumspection,
don't venture unaware,
avoid brash interjection
deserving angry stare.
Where peach and cream complexion
is apple's eye, if there
heart's spurned then wormed affection
turns to snare none repair.
Life's light verse in[ter]jection
between dark, dark - joy rare
where there's no resurrection
to compensate for care.
No 'au pair' for compensation
leads to story's swift cessation
waiting Reader's approbation,
welcoming congratulation.
(7 May 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Garret
Within a London garret high,
Above the roofs and near the sky,
My ill-rewarding pen I ply
To win me bread.
This little chamber, six by four,
Is castle, study, den, and more,--
Altho' no carpet decks the floor,
Nor down, the bed.
My room is rather bleak and bare;
I only have one broken chair,
But then, there's plenty of fresh air,--
Some light, beside.
What tho' I cannot ask my friends
To share with me my odds and ends,
A liberty my aerie lends,
To most denied.
The bore who falters at the stair
No more shall be my curse and care,
And duns shall fail to find my lair
With beastly bills.
When debts have grown and funds are short,
I find it rather pleasant sport
To live 'above the common sort'
With all their ills.
I write my rhymes and sing away,
And dawn may come or dusk or day:
Tho' fare be poor, my heart is gay.
And full of glee.
Though chimney-pots be all my views;
'T is nearer for the winging Muse,
So I am sure she 'll not refuse
To visit me.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Hatherwood
Hatherwood, road, rode, dear, read, red, wear, he, oar, ware, root, wheat, hare, ore;
With eight eyes and eighty legs in the land of your muse!
Hatherwood, wood, word, hat, her, the, at, heat, art, hoot, oat, we, row, wrote, raw;
With six legs and six eyes moving arounf in the land of your muse!
Hatherwood, eat, ate, tea, tar, rat, do, doe, doer, too, two, oath, whore, woe, to, war!
But, in cold and wet areas to satisfy you with the muse of love;
And like the very hot girl in a cold village.
Hatherwood, hoe, toe, ward, hard, rate, date, heard, heard, tow, tear, tore, wore, rod, hate!
With much work at hand to satisfy your muse;
However, be ready to learn the truth from others in this life always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There was a golden retriever who saved countless lives on September 11 by going back in to find people. His companion was in a wheelchair. He got him out and kept going back in to save others.
quote by Linda Blair
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