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Odisha

They propehesied in the name of Baal!
And, they caused my people to err;
Blouse, house, louse, mouse, rouse, arouse, grouse, douse;
And like the slippery places around! !
But, in the darkness without any hope.
Driven on!
And like the traps of the wicked ones;
But your faith will dweell safely with the muse of love,
And like Odisha your friend in the land of your beautiful love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shi

Test bed,
Test ban,
Test drive,
Test case;
And like Shi your lovely friend,
But the magic pill is all that you need.
Fill, ill, will, till, pill, kill, drill, trill, rill;
use the mouse to satisfy the muse of your love!
Bill, quill, grill, gill, hill, mill, Jill, still;
For this work is needed by Shi your lovely friend.
Mouse, blouse, louse, house, arouse, souse, grouse, rouse!
For this love is like the muse of a beautiful flower;
But Shi your friend still waits for you outside.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Mouse and the Grouse

The teeny, tiny mouse said to the finely feathered grouse
“I’d like to come and visit you in your lofty, lovely house.”
The finely feathered grouse smiled at the teeny, tiny mouse
And said, “You can’t since I'm saving it for my future spouse.”

The sad teeny, tiny mouse said, as tears started to douse,
“I’m lonely and just wanted to say hello, finely feathered grouse.”
Well, the finely feathered grouse with his lofty, lovely house
Was lonely too since he hadn’t yet found his future spouse.

But how could a mouse so teeny, tiny and a grouse so fine of feather
Ever visit each other and have a talk together?
They had nothing in common and their lives had different starts.
Although one thing was the same; they both had hurting hearts.

No one had ever visited the finely feathered grouse
And he did like friendly words uttered by the teeny, tiny mouse.
As mister mouse gazed aloft, sir grouse returned that smile
And suddenly blurted out, “Come on up and we’ll chat for awhile.”

Overjoyed, the teeny, tiny mouse jumped, but just bumped the tree.
Then tears wet ears to tail as teeny tiny moaned mournfully,
“You can fly free through the air, but alas, I’m earthbound.
There’s no hope since you live in a tree, but my house is on the ground.”

Suddenly, a star from the heavens flashed an idea for these two.
Perhaps they could visit together if both tried something new.
The finely feathered grouse left his lofty, lovely house
And eagerly landed in a bush near the star struck tiny mouse.
In one hop teeny, tiny leapt toward the bush, and I’ve heard tell
That the friendship of grouse and mouse has been doing very well.
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poem by Gregory Huyette
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Rokia

Why did you not come to my my lover? !
For the money stayed with me like,
Baal and Baalam in the land of your muse.
Why did you not come to me my lover? !
For i have been waiting all night long at the gaste of love;
But, Adonim and Elohim have eaten up the minds of your neighbours.
I have thrity donkeys in thiry cities! !
So come and stay with me my love and let me introduce them to you;
For you are very beautiful to behold oh my sweet Rokia!
And like the hairy garment all around you in the land of your sweet muse.
You are like the giraffe and the zebra in the land of my joy!
And likke the muster of this love in the thick forest;
But, you are now sitting under the palm tree alone waiting for me;
All the same, blow the trumopet of love and let me take you in,
For i have now seen the evidence of your virginity.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Black Key

You should come into the beautiful house
It’s a spaced out palace
You’d never find a mouse
Come into the beautiful house
For all you misfits out there
Who love to howl

Who love to cry
Don’t care to die
Who want to fly
Take a look in the eye

You should come into the beautiful house
It’s the only rocket
To escape from this clouds
Come into the beautiful house
For all the living out there
Who love to cry

The ones who forget
Without some regret
Who watch the sky
In paradise

poem by Frosted Fire
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For The Misfits

You should come into the beautiful house
It’s a spaced out palace
You’d never find a mouse
Come into the beautiful house
For all you misfits out there
Who love to howl

Who love to cry
Don’t care to die
Who want to fly
Take a look in the eye

You should come into the beautiful house
It’s the only rocket
To escape from this clouds
Come into the beautiful house
For all the living out there
Who love to cry

The ones who forget
Without some regret
Who watch the sky
In paradise

poem by Frosted Fire
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Love, Faith and Hope

Love is one identifying mark that sets Believers and others apart.
Men will know us from others when we have love one for another.
Love covers a multitude of sin, when you have Christ’s love within.
It was Christ’s love on the cross that covered the sins of the lost.

No greater love to comprehend than giving one’s life for a friend.
In His love, God did condescend, saving sinners like us, my friend.
We display the love of Christ, when we become a living sacrifice.
It’s a reasonable service to Him; As His Love washed away our sin.

If in your life you give God His place, He will then fill you with faith.
This Faith centers upon Him; as Christ turns you from a life of sin.
Faith becomes your foundation, the moment you receive Salvation.
Friend in your newly found Faith, you will be led by God’s Grace.

And friend your Faith is assured, as you put your Hope in The Lord,
Not in your life or other men but Hope in the One who God did send.
For Christ is The Hope of all men, He is The Beginning and The End,
As Christ is The Hope of certainty, that goes on well into Eternity.

My friend, Faith, Hope and Love, they are all gifts from God up above,
And if you glean from up above, you will see that the greatest is Love.
God’s Love produces in us a Faith that helps us point to God’s Grace.
Grace appeared to all then, and Christ remains The Hope of all men.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Doumbla

Beautiful landscape,
Negotiable;
A quiet and serene corner,
Negotiable;
But please, come and touch me with your love!
For, i am waiting for you.

5 bedrooms,
3 bathrooms,
With water and electricity facilities! !
But, i am available with my love;
And like a reliable telephone line in the land of your muse.

This house,
ready for occupation;
This muse,
Ready for your love;
This work,
For i am Doumbla in the land of your love,
And, i have something for you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bukowski Blues

I live in a dirty, dingy house,
The haunt of the beetle, bedbug and mouse,
But I don't care at all about the flea and the louse
So long as I'm sipping the Famous Grouse!

A taste of that and I feel a lot better
Than the day I got that Dear John letter
And wished by the gods that I'd never met her!
Yes, when I drink whisky I feel a lot better.

I don't care about the mess on the floor
Or the piles of rubbish at the back door -
This place is a pig-sty, that's for sure,
Please pass me the bottle and I'll have some more!

It gives me a kick that chases my blues,
Ignites my humour and provokes my Muse,
It the one panacea a poet should choose
And I'm swigging it now 'cos I've nothing to lose!

It'll ruin my liver, they keep telling me that,
I'm old, unfit and far too fat,
But I'm keeping their warnings under my hat
While my soul's as frisky as a mad tomcat! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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