Of The Deep
A parched land,
Prisoners,
And to walk through the wilderness!
Fatherless,
Motherless,
Orphans;
But unity in family is the key!
Provided,
Establishes,
Enjoyments;
Securely fixed together is the muse of your love,
And like the fountains of the deep.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Orphan's Friend
Come all kind, good people,
With sympathizing hearts,
Come listen to a few kind words
A friend to you imparts.
Be kind to an orphan child,
And always be its friend,
You will be happy in this world,
And will be to the end.
Be kind to the motherless,
Little motherless ones,
For God will forever bless
You in this world to come.
No kind and loving mother
To soothe their little brow,
Be kind to them always, friends,
They have no mother now.
Be kind to the fatherless,
Wherever you may find
One little one that is friendless,
I pray you all be kind.
For it has no loving father,
To speak with mild reproof,
Or guide its youthful footsteps
In honesty and truth.
Be kind to the little orphans,
They have no parents dear;
Be kind to the little orphans,
Speak to them words of cheer,
Then they will always love you
For kind and gentle words,
Then God will ever bless you,
For He says so in His word.
poem by Julia A Moore
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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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United We Stand Divided We Fall
I love them all
They love us all
There is no reason to fear and fall
Each step that I falter, there is someone to hold my hand.
Such is my united family
Unity binds family and family brings unity
Blessed are people who feel this amity
They share their joys and sorrows alike
There is no moment of quiteness and dislike
There is abundance of joy and love like the flying bir dove
Such is my family in unity
Who live in love and harmony.
poem by Anya Sharma
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Asinga
Cat walk,
Dog walk,
Horse walk,
Cow walk;
And like an open window in the land of your sweet muse,
But, remember me when you get there!
For, i am Asinga in the sweet land of love.
It was blue but,
It became white later!
It was red but,
It became yellow later!
And like the muse of my friend in the land of joy! !
But, i saw the lonely star up high waiting for me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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4: 44 A.m.!
4: 44 A.M.!
Being in the land of your muse with the care of my mind;
There, i met your love.
Work and act,
Work and love,
Work and peace,
Work and unity,
Work and care,
But, rising up early in the morning to face my work!
For, i met your love in the land of your muse.
4: 44 A.M.!
Working it out together with you;
And like the muse of the joy around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fatherless Child
Fatherless child didn't have a father
but she had a mother to love her....
Fatherless child had to live in the projects
were females and males were getting
rapped or jacked.............................
Father less child didn't get the education she needed so she wasnt
able to suceed damn im not fatherless so that cant be me..........
Fatherless child only met 1 friend and they promised that they'll
always be there through thick and thin until one day Bam..Bam..Bam..
fatherless child was dead that's the end............................
poem by Kamilah West
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Money For Sarah
Send this money to sarah and,
Let her be under the roof of love!
For, she needs shelter and care;
And like the muse of unity in the land of peace.
Money ofr Sarah!
Love is the key and peace is the way;
And like the official records in the land of her muse.
Send money for Sarah and let her survive!
For, things are very hard for her in the land of trouble;
And, she needs help from me.
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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All Mankind
In You the fatherless find mercy and the motherless hope,
But i am like a tool in Your hand to lead the way for others;
For Your undeserving kindness is towards all mankind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Art Is Spirit!
Art is spirit!
Art is creativity,
Art is love;
And like the muse of your care in the land of beauty,
But, my mind writes to teach many.
Land of peace and land of war!
Heart of love and heart of hatred;
Let the spirit of art control the human race with love,
For in unity, we can put this world into a better place always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Today... 'Father To The Fatherless
The Father of the Fatherless has fathered me.
No more a destitute orphan am I to be
now I've been born again into God's family
for Jesus sacrificed His life and has saved me.
Psalm 68: 5—5 A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
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The Bible calls You by many names
each one giving a glimpse of Your glory.
Like a cut diamond radiating in the sun
with every facet depicting an aspect
of Your Divine Nature.
Today I have thought of You as
'The Carpenters Son'
Matthew 13: 53-58
O Father of the fatherless
in whom all families are blessed
I love the way You father me
You gave me life, forgave the past
now in Your arms I'm safe at last
I love the way You father me
Father me, for ever You'll father me
and in Your embrace I'll be forever secure
I love the way You father me
I love the way You father me
When bruised and broken I draw near
You hold me close and dry my tears
I love the way You father me
At last my fearful heart is still
surrendered to Your perfect will
I love the way You father me
If in my foolishness I stray
returning empty and ashamed
I love the way You father me
Exchanging for my wretchedness
Your radiant robes of righteousness
I love the way You father me
And when I look into Your eyes
from deep within my spirit cries
I love the way You father me
Before such love I stand amazed
and ever will through endless days
I love the way You father me
Graham Kendrick
Augustina
The land of peace and the land of war!
The mind of joy and the muse of love!
With all the workers of this world;
But, who the cap fits must always wear it.
Joy to the workers of peace,
Love to the people of joy!
Care in the land of unity;
But, i am here in search of Augustina! !
For, i have a message for her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Angus
Teaching and learning,
In the auditorium with the muse of love;
But the ongoing lectures are like the muse of peace,
And like Angus your friend who is now receiving treatment in the land of care.
Manpower,
Indicated,
Laboratory,
Enable,
Benefit,
Teaching and learning in the name of love! !
But let us always listen to the teacher around,
For the truth is like kindness, care, unity, peace and joy to meet up with your muse.
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 Builder's Son
'Is not this the builder's son? ! '
Said King Herod the Tetrarch;
But the jewels of the crown is all because of Herodias.
Of the prisoners of hope,
Let your light so shine in the wilderness of Yahweh!
For the builder's son is the teacher for us all.
Of Archelaus son of King Herod,
Like the message to the child and his mother;
But the name of wisdom is in the wilderness of love.
From Egypt i have callled my son like,
In the days of King Herod;
But the Wise Men from the East have more to teach us.
Of the builder's son,
Like the four generations of hope;
But the fall of Babylon is like the acts of Zerrubabel!
Life is like the Megiddo Valley,
But i am like the fire among the woods!
With my hope of sincere love to share with the prisoners.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The un-ked
Words are like unicorns –
come from nowhere
without any one’s permission or request
because there’s a need for them.
Whose painful, sudden, desolate need
called this word to be?
Market gardeners pushed further out of towns,
their customers now too far a wagon-ride away;
sheepherds too, pushed further out of valleys
to the barren windswept hills;
refugees from starving lands across the sea;
the many orphans motherless from too many birthings,
childbirth fever, fatherless from cotton-lung;
all these knew what unked meant;
but they had lived with it;
it strikes with sudden, hope-drained emptiness
the comfortable, too, when they least expect it;
it can visit monks and other religious and devout,
praying in their solitary cell;
even parish priests about their rounds; or
princesses, put into cold storage
until that right dynastic husband is found;
princes, knowing that they one day must rule
after their hated father’s hated rule…
the Psalmist knew it strike his heart;
John of the Cross called it
the dark night of the soul; Rilke said,
leaning over the chasm of myself..
say the word, sound it, roll it round your mouth,
savour its sour aftertaste; live it for a moment.
What does it tell you?
A little like ‘unfed’ – and that they often were;
‘unshod’ – and that often, orphans were;
‘ked’ – a short word with the certainty
that it’s known exactly what it should be;
so when it's missing, we know just what's lost..
or maybe, just a curt, abrupt abbreviation
for ‘uncared for’… its suddenness
beyond all family and friends then, in that moment,
a desolation of the soul; no ease from god or man;
you’ll know it; or you won’t:
unked.
[a Lancashire dialect word, which Mrs Gaskell found invaluable]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Instructor
The instructor,
In front of me and in front of you!
But this is the testimony of your muse,
For the rains came in and washed your items away.
Read by all for all and,
Seen by all! !
And like a voice in the wilderness!
But revealed in the bosom is your sweet muse,
And like the testimony of your love in the land of joy!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Predetermined
Predetermined, determined, reed, trim, team, term, Peter, deer, mine, print;
And like the domino effect in the Arabic lands!
But the road ahead of every unity needs peace.
Predetermined, mind, it, did, prime, dime, dim, tent, lime, line, dine, time;
And like your love in the land of your muse!
But on the sea of love is your ship waiting for others.
Predetermined, tin, pin, net, ten, in, miner, pit, perm, rented, ream, enter;
And like the ways of mankind!
But in the land of your muse is your joy so noted by all.
Predetermined, edited, diner, me, rented, edit, mined, remind, deed, printer;
And like the lovely ways of your mind!
But the joy of this muse is like the romance of your sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Harvests of Salvation
a motherless child would rather stand in a thousand lashes
then to stand alone
a motherless child not deserving of another orphan’s sympathy
because you motherless child, has a mother still with thee
walking a path of a mother’s neglect could possibly be...
Worse than her not being among thee?
We’ll wait to see
in this child’s salvation is a harvest of okay temptations
to except a slightly opened heart
only because she is use to this emotion
what could she do with love anyhow?
Granted she never knew it to be so
so how could she seek it
and if she ever found it
how could she believe it
similar to a man with a mission but no memory
people cannot be familiar with something they have never known
motherless child cursed by the love she was never shown
motherless child wether you like it or not
you stand alone
a clear example of a daughter on her own
and what damage is done, when a child is not nurtured
through the years she has grown
others get lost in destructive ways
some vent artistically
but the most comforting thought is in this life you are on your own
but don’t always have to stand alone
poem by Kylee Wells
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Motherless men
Women, don’t ill treat men.
Motherless, they are orphans.
Neither their wives nor children
Can weep for them as their mothers do.
There is a period when man survives
His mother, which is his misfortune.
18.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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