Manji
Mystery woman!
Manji is my name and,
I want to see you;
For, you are gradually taking over the muse of love in this town! !
And like a nation's political landscape in the land of peace.
His touches,
Her touches,
Your touches,
With the muse of your love to enjoy,
But lot of things are done in the name of your love!
However, i want to see you and know who you are.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Insatiable
I am a faceless person and,
I am like the word beyond the world that touches your feelings;
Because when the sun rises,
Its sunset tolls to the legs pof many on a dreadful day.
Insatiable appetites,
But come back tonight for more;
For i am in search of my identity to express my feelings,
And like the love of the rising sun.
Peace and stability,
Love and passions;
Fly to the land of love to crown my name,
For i am the faceless person around your love!
Teenage pregnancy and school dropout,
Unemployment and hard drugs!
But try to support your brothers and sisters like,
The use of the right herbs of the forest! !
And like nature's stronghold in Affrica.
Lustrous as grapes and mangoes,
Endless with the wild paradise to study my muse;
But i will live always to tell my story,
And like the peace and the stability around you.
The democratic usage of enigmatic delight,
I am the faceless person around your love;
And like a traumatic experiences in the land of your muse,
But i am like the word that touches your feelings.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Unscathed
The spirit of love,
The spirit of safety,
And like a lady's charm in the land of your muse!
But unscathed were the winds around you.
Conduits,
Countries,
Touches;
With the global balance3 on the muse of your love,
But a term of respect is now needed on this muse!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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With Some Passion That Touches Me
Try my love song from the heart inside
Let it touch here through its going
Feel the gathering of its truest glide
As it is willingly and knowing
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
Let the beauty from within come right here
Through the deep of the dark night
With its flowing and its limits to share
Till all its touches become alright
In the end of its limitless deep
Of the hours from down dark under
With its dances and beats to keep
As we drift though the waves asunder
With some passion that touches freely
With some passion that touches freely
I might be in heart feeling lonely
Though I had my luck in its try
You are touching my soul here and only
Filling moments with each their try
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
Try my love song from the heart inside
Let it touch here through its going
Feel the gathering of its truest glide
As it is willingly and knowing
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
With some passion that touches me
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Possession
Possession, is, pen, pens, ion, ions, spoon, spoons;
Young, youthful, useful!
And like the muse of love in the land of peace.
Possession, pose, so, son, sin, sins, sons, soon, spies;
Gradually settin in and,
Gradually getting in!
And like the muse of love in the land of beautiful flowers.
Possession, on, no, nose, noses, poses, pin, in, pins;
Maker, breaker, baker, shaker, backer, tanker! !
All in the name of your muse to draw me closer to your love,
But, try to do the right things always in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Laboratory
To the colourless plants of life,
I am in the laboratory with my mind;
So, read this poem like legumes so sweet.
Peas, beans, maize and peanuts;
To set the criteria with my mind when,
True love touches my heart.
This was during the transfer,
On the conveyors to meet my love;
The sparkle and the creamy foams tells it all.
I am in the laboratory with,
Words to sprout out like legumes;
Triticum Vulgare,
Triticum Dicoccum,
Hordeum Distichum,
All carefully tested for the muse of love.
To age and to clarify things,
Like the docoction of honey;
I am the hole out of a rock with,
The muse of love from the laboratory.
Love brings many to intoxication,
I am in the laboratory with words and works;
To set the criteria with my mind when,
True love touches my heart at work.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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He Touches Me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
If you offered me the stars I would decline
I don't need 'em I got mine
1 don't know where to start
But I know what's in my heart
So keep your silver and your gold
Cos I got my man to have and hold
And even if you promise me
the wonders of the world
It's not enough
Not enough
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me, he touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines
He makes me feel I can do anything
And that's power, oh yeah
When he touches me, he touches me
I know they'll say I'm crazy letting go
Of a man like you
Who seems to have it all
But they don't see what I see
No, they don't feel like me
find even it you promise me
the wonders of the world
And all that stuff
It's not enough
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing, no
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me
He touches me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me
He touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines
He makes me feel like a beauty queen
And that's power, oh yeah
And he touches me
He touches me
No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don't bring me flowers. oh yeah
Cos he touches me, he touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines, babe
And that's power, oh yeah
When he touches me
He touches me
He don't bring me anything but love
He don't bring me anything but love
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Concessions
Honour them by making some concessions,
Like a woman o love and in marriage;
But Mama's biggest daughter is the tasty love that you have.
Of the boys and the girls,
Grandmother's hands are watching you!
Becasue Mama's hands are now at rest,
And like a woman of love and in marriage.
Time is money and love is life,
But the culture of your love is like this music;
So read my lips and love my muse when it touches you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kissing Power
Kisses upon kisses
Teases upon teases
Certain madness fills the air
It is termed as love I fear
Kisses upon kisses
Teases upon teases
Touches upon touches
My hearts broken pieces
Are once again at peace
Kisses upon kisses
Teases upon teases
Touches upon touches
Flattery upon Flattery
Love always sparkles without batteries
Lips upon lips
First a taste of your tongues tip
Admiration induces exploration
While love ignites imagination
I can feel your kissing power
And the sensational effect it showers
I can feel your kissing power
As you handle me like a delicate flower
Week legs
Pleasure begs
I can feel your kissing power
While you kiss me by the hour
Don't stop!
Be my hero not my flop!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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My Lover Out There
You are like my lover out there,
So please listen to your heart beat when my love touches you;
For it is calling for you to understand my muse in the land of lovers,
And like the sweet sounds of the river beside you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fire Consumes What It Touches
Fire consumes what it touches!
But, love changes the heart;
And, your blue eyes will always be remembered.
Eat like a king and sleep like a queen!
For the roses of true love leads one to peace;
But, fire consumes what it touches.
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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There Comes A Time, To Us And To The City
There comes a time, to us and to the city
when summer spreads its wings upon a day,
that the sheer loveliness touches all of us
with a sense of fun, a sense of tranquillity.
From the moment that this has begun
the open blue sky, the clearness of the ocean
draws us to beaches where the water
touches the land, touches our feet
and happiness is only but a moment away,
when a day is like no other before it,
with the promise of how life and living
is really supposed to be.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Pick Up The Pieces
Pick up the pieces and learn from your mistakes,
For the sound of light is now seen across the ocean view;
And my brain will rest for a while to see to your joy.
Catching melodies,
With the muse of the state of your mind;
But love is like the heat-wave when it touches you!
Sunrise,
With love on your muse to take care of your mistakes;
So pick up the pieces and learn for a better future.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fatronat
'Fatronat', fat, on, an, to, no, far, tar, rat, not, ton, oat, afar! !
But, go inside and enjoy it with the muse of your love;
For, it has been prepared for you today in the land of joy.
Just over here,
Just for you to rejoice over it with the sweet muse of your love!
And like the classical music playing around;
But, the beauty of the cave over here is just like,
The sweet muse of your love in this land of joy! ! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Zebrudayah
Acah, Zeruyah, Zebi and Zebrudayah!
Friends of love to share the muse of peace;
And like the rats in the holes who want to take a rest,
Because this is the day for you and i want to swing on your muse of love.
I know your abode and you know my muse,
But you are turning things upside down like the potter's clay!
And you know the truth on this muse of love,
But when it comes to love, be esteemed like the strong forest! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Anja
A man kills his wife, two sons and himself!
Living in a land called 'Münsterland' like a Monster's Land;
But, what can we now do about it?
For, many are really disturbed in this life! !
However, we need true love in this life from each other to move on.
My love to you is like the outskirts of Axim!
And my name is Anja with this muse of love towards you;
But to learn to do the positive things always is like the muse of peace,
And, my love to you is like the Mississippi River in the land of your joy!
The truth about life is peace and love,
The truth about love is with care and unity,
And like the aroma of peace in the land of beautiful flowers!
But, hatred led a man to kill himself and his family in 'Münsterland'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Virginia
The body needs a certain amount of rest to repair itself;
So, let me love you and lead you on! !
For, my name is Virginia and i am in love with you;
So, tell me if you want to be my lover.
I am the toast of the audience in this town but,
I need a man of my own to share this muse of love with;
And like the joy of peace in the land of the rainbow! !
But, tell me if you are the one with the gold fingers of love.
Come! And you will surely cherish my love;
Come, for you are the one very i need in this land;
And, you are with the very gold fingers.
This love is like the 'Vienna Convention',
This muse is like the colours of the rainbow,
And like the joy of sweet love in the land of beautiful flowers!
For, i have a lot to share with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Panama
I am from Panama and i am full of words,
So come and let me show you my concubines;
Then, you can explore my sweet love.
With two legs and two eyes,
With two hands and two ears,
And like the two pillars of love!
For, i am looking for a place to stay with this sweet muse.
They ate, drank and slept together! !
So, stay the night and enjoy yourself with my love;
And like 'Dr. Flash Hour' at the rush hour of the day!
But if only if i could hold your breasts and kiss you,
Then i will know your mind on this love.
If only if i could kiss your lips and love,
And like the sweet muse of love being reflected in the mirror! !
For i need ylou and i want your naked body beside me,
And like my concubines in the land of my muse.
Yes, come to Panama to enjoy my muse with the red roses of love,
For, i am loooking for a place to stay with this sweet muse of mine;
And, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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