Oh Earth
To the nobles of Yahdah and Yerusalem,
Seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride;
For the virgin will rejoice in a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
To the ancestral spirits and to the lake of love,
And like a well-watered garden of love!
But i paid seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride.
Of sacrifices offered to the dead when,
People are led by Satan in this world!
And my heart is broken inside for what i do see around me.
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
For they are hanged in broad day light;
And to the grave of the rich and the poor people,
But the virgin will rejoice in a a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
Earth, man, beast and the heavens! !
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
And fromYerusalem to Babylon,
With contemporary polytheisms to crown the day!
To the grave of the common people and the grave of the great,
You will fall and rise no more oh pirates! !
And like the post-mortem status of the individual,
But with the story of your life in Egypt for 430 years!
Bloomed by the wind and loved by the people,
I am like a leaf floating around you in the air;
But the butterflies do know my name,
For the licentious feasts of lust and sexual excess is not part of my muse.
A cry from Abarim! !
But oh earth, can you understand what i am saying?
And like a pain of a woman in labour,
But drink and be drunk and vomit it out!
For what is coming against you is surely around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To: W A
Or ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a King in Babylon
And you were a Christian Slave.
I saw, I took, I cast you by,
I bent and broke your pride.
You loved me well, or I heard them lie,
But your longing was denied.
Surely I knew that by and by
You cursed your gods and died.
And a myriad suns have set and shone
Since then upon the grave
Decreed by the King in Babylon
To her that had been his Slave.
The pride I trampled is now my scathe,
For it tramples me again.
The old resentment lasts like death,
For you love, yet you refrain.
I break my heart on your hard unfaith,
And I break my heart in vain.
Yet not for an hour do I wish undone
The deed beyond the grave,
When I was a King in Babylon
And you were a Virgin Slave.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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A Dirge of Joy
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise;
And this is a clamour of Victory, and a pæan of Ancient Days.
It isn’t a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,
But an ode to the Things that the War has Killed, and a lay of the Festive Grave.
’Tis a triolet of the Tomb, you bet, and a whoop because of Despair,
And it’s sung as I stand on my hoary head and wave my legs in the air!
Oh! I dance on the grave of the Suffragette (I dance on my hands and dome),
And the Sanctity-of-the-Marriage-Tie and the Breaking-Up-of-the-Home.
And I dance on the grave of the weird White-Slave that died when the war began;
And Better-Protection-for-Women-and-Girls, and Men-Made-Laws-for-Man!
Oh, I dance on the Liberal Lady’s grave and the Labour Woman’s, too;
And the grave of the Female lie and shriek, with a dance that is wild and new.
And my only regret in this song-a-let as I dance over dale and hill,
Is the Yarn-of-the-Wife and the Tale-of-the-Girl that never a war can kill.
Oh, I dance on the grave of the want-ter-write, and I dance on the Tomb of the Sneer,
And poet-and-author-and-critic, too, who used to be great round here.
But “Old Mother Often” (“Mother of Ten”) and “Parent” escaped from the grave—
And “Pro Bono Publico” liveth again, as “Victis,” or “Honour the Brave.”
Oh, lightly I danced upon Politics’ grave where the Friend of the Candidate slept,
And over the Female Political Devil, oh wildly I bounded and leapt.
But this dance shall be nothing compared with the dance of the spook of the writer who sings
On the grave of the bard and the Bulletin’s grave, out there at the Finish of Things!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Severin
Severin my love,
In the white and the light are righteousness done;
So rejoice in life to keep your mind going,
And be like the very muse around you.
The earth often drinks the rain that comes upon it,
And our labour is not just for one day;
But forever till we end up in the grave and,
The last shall be first.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dance For The World
Dance for the world, Dance for the world
People it's time now, Something's got to change
People, We no longer can live in pain
We've got to find the truth, We've got to know where it is
Cause we stand here together, Fighting year after year
We're lost in our search, We've been longing to find
We can't hold back no longer, Cause we're running out of time
Dance for the world [x4]
People, my people, We've gone too far, It's time now
To find out just who we really are
I know you're weary, Your hearts full of fear
I see the hope inside you, Behind all the tears
Dance for the world [x4]
If we could all just love one another,
We would see there is nothing more important
Or greater than love for the people
I would dance for the world, I would sing for the world
I would pray for the world, People dance for the world
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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In My Dreams
Dance for the world, Dance for the world
People it's time now, Something's got to change
People, We no longer can live in pain
We've got to find the truth, We've got to know where it is
Cause we stand here together, Fighting year after year
We're lost in our search, We've been longing to find
We can't hold back no longer, Cause we're running out of time
Dance for the world (x4)
People, my people, We've gone too far, It's time now
To find out just who we really are
I know you're weary, Your hearts full of fear
I see the hope inside you, Behind all the tears
Dance for the world (x4)
If we could all just love one another,
We would see there is nothing more important
Or greater than love for the people
I would dance for the world, I would sing for the world
I would pray for the world, People dance for the world
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Waiting On The Wheat Harvest
as you sow brothers sisters so you wheat harvest reap
as a grain of wheat dies germinates bears fruit to heap
Jesus will completely clean up threshing floor gather his wheat
chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire hell suffering heat
an enemy came in over sowed weeds in among seed wheat
reapers harvest collect weeds burn them saving only wheat
Satan demands sifts men as wheat to blow away in sifting wind
Son of man will send angels to gather chosen ones from ill wind
a grain of wheat falls into the ground dies then bears fruit new life
so hate soul temptation in this world safeguard soul for eternal life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Seventeen
Late last night
I get a call from a so-called friend
He wouldnt give his name
Says he saw you with another man
Feels like seventeen years
Its only seventeen days
Since I saw the real you
And I let you walk away
You left me broken
You left me stranded
The way you play this game of love
Its just plain underhanded
I spent a lot of time
And I spent all my money
Dont want no other fool
To put his hands on you
Who you been talkin to?
Yeah who you been walkin with?
Seventeen, youre just seventeen
Seventeen
They said I was playin with fire
I knew I had to take a chance
I had to take you higher
To a new experience
But little did I know
Id never get that far
Girl, you know you put on quite a show
Youre gonna be a star
When you grow older, girl
Youll remember I told you, girl
Seventeen, youre just seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Seventeen, youre just seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Seventeen, youre only seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
song performed by by Foreigner
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Aya
Why should there be rich people in my country and,
The government still go begging?
Why should many people put on gold chain and,
Still say that they are hungry?
I do not understand it because,
I am Aya in the land of the poor.
Ten years of love and ten years after,
And of the governments begging left and right;
But if it looks like an apple and tastes like an apple then,
It is an apple!
Twenty years of love and twenty years after,
And my people are still hungry with gold chains around their necks!
I still do not understand it.
How long will you stay in poverty with these gold chains around you?
How long will you keep on begging with all these rich people around?
I still do not get it;
For many people are still sleeping under the bridges!
And their governments clam to have rule over them.
If it looks like a woman and performs like a woman then,
It is a woman!
For the blood has stopped and the soldiers are advancing in;
And i need a cover to safegard myself in this world.
I cannot count the stars in the heavens above,
But do give me some water to quench my thirst;
For i am from Ur with love and,
I am prepared to visit my people in the village of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Time Will Tell
Ghetto life,
Ghetto pain,
Ghetto dreams;
The vision is still in progress.
Of challenges,
Towns of sorrow;
But life still moves on.
Mission in progress,
Heart of love;
This is the message to the Big People.
Earth, Wind and Fire!
Earth, Roots and Water! !
This is a message to the Small People;
Like, the thirty pieces of gold.
From man to woman,
From woman to baby,
Thirty pieces of silver;
Time will surely tell one day but,
Time is still longer than a rope.
Moving on,
Life is like thirty pieces of bronze;
So, don't let the glasses fool you.
Just one size,
Just one wear,
Just one move,
Just one time,
Just one shot,
Time will surely tellone day.
Ghetto life,
Ghetto people;
Time will tell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Attributes
Tears of sorrow and tears of joy,
Highly recommended to overcome your broken heart;
However, some people put the best outside while,
Others put the best inside! !
Vanity upon vanity!
And like the muse of a Virgin Park and a Virgin River;
But to conduct s surveillance on my mind is like,
Knowing the number of the bones and sinews in me.
He's got my face and my light!
She's got my blues and my light,
You've got me muse and my light,
They've got my work and my light;
But, don't let the steps you make with your sole hurt your soul.
First time with the story and second time around with my attributes!
But, the desire of my love is replayed again and again;
And this very stone shall be the head of this place.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Golden Wheat
Remember me when the South wind blow
Golden wheat, where the waves dance in row
Forget the emptiness and cold
Embrace love and the memories you hold
Remember me solemnly gazing for doe
Golden wheat, where waves dance in row
Entwined together on the greens we rolled
Embrace love and the memories you hold
Will you stay with me, as old we grow
Golden wheat, where the wave dance in row
Together we'll erase the world's toll
Embrace love and the memories you hold
South wind lover always know
Golden wheat, where waves dance in row
Bodies come together as if made in a mold
Embrace love and the memories you hold
My pledge to you from Heaven and below
Golden wheat, where waves dance in row
With my last breath our love will still unfold
Embrace love and the memories you hold
When we're gone I hope our descendants know
Golden Wheat, where waves dance in row
Feel the south wind, be it warm or cold
Embrace love and the memories you hold
poem by Rhonda Baker
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Truly, Truly, This Is The End
They say deaths an open door
Into another room
Within the city of the dead
(Our New Kingdom)
They say we walk like dreams
Sharing the same breath
Seeing through the same eyes
(A collective spirit)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
They say the Earth it gives no peace
Nor does it take away
We all survive the grave
(Unfortunate eternal)
They say that in times past
A king walked in the sky
Until dethroned by man
(Tribe of Judas)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
This is the end
song performed by by Zao
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From the Grave
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,
A voice I fancied forever stilled.
All through winter and spring and summer,
Silence hung over that grave like a pall,
But, borne on the breath of the last sad comer,
I listen again to the old-time call.
It is only a love of a by-gone season,
A senseless folly that mocked at me
A reckless passion that lacked all reason,
So I killed it, and hid it where none could see.
I smothered it first to stop its crying,
Then stabbed it through with a good sharp blade,
And cold and pallid I saw it lying,
And deep—ah' deep was the grave I made.
But now I know that there is no killing
A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death.
There is no hushing, there is no stilling
That which is part of your life and breath.
You may bury it deep, and leave behind you
The land, the people, that knew your slain;
It will push the sods from its grave, and find you
On wastes of water or desert plain.
You may hear but tongues of a foreign people,
You may list to sounds that are strange and new;
But, clear as a silver bell in a steeple,
That voice from the grave shall call to you.
You may rouse your pride, you may use your reason.
And seem for a space to slay Love so;
But, all in its own good time and season,
It will rise and follow wherever you go.
You shall sit sometimes, when the leaves are falling,
Alone with your heart, as I sit to-day,
And hear that voice from your dead Past calling
Out of the graves that you hid away.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Slum Dance
I go out of my way today
Just so I can dance the slum dance
With the poor people that live in the slum
Because they love to dance the slum dance
With other people
And they get very excited when they have other people
To dance the slum dance with
There is a fine weather in the sky
Where the slum is
Also in the slum there is no clean water to drink
But they have no choice rather than to drink the dirty water full of flies And mosquitoes
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Psalm 49
Listen all ye people, rich and poor
Open up your ears and hear my heart
The rich man rests in the abundance of his wealth
Yet from this earth he surely shall depart
Oh rich man will your money, buy your brother's soul
Or will you take your money to the grave?
Will you not die, like any other man
And after death how will your money save?
You may conquer many lands, and build a house of gold
And upon the lintel have your name engraved
You may gather costly diamonds and heap up precious stones
Yet despite all this your soul shall not be saved
How foolish is the man, who only lives for gain?
He is foolish in heart and all his ways
He shall die with all the rest, they shall lay him in the grave
And in the darkness spend eternal days
poem by Frank McEleny
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Music, Dance And Song
Without song and dance and music how boring life would be
From the cares of life these three can set the heart free
The music inspires people to dance and song
And you with the sad face you can sing along,
Music, song and dance cross the cultural divide
These three loved by billions and performed World-wide
They soothe the savage breast and people unite
And open the soul windows to allow in light,
Song and dance and music they are part of life
On Valentine's day the man sings to his wife
And people have been dancing for thousands of years
And music can stir the feelings to laughter and tears
And though the Seasons have come and the Seasons have gone
Music, dance and song will forever live on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The State Of My Life
Check the last time you took wine,
Blackman watch yourself in the land of your muse!
To the graves of the earth,
Whiteman you will always rule because of a little reason;
But, what are these medicines for?
Remember! The Creator created us all;
But, the great night is broken today,
And, the trumpets have sounded! !
There i saw people carrying weapons of war all along,
But the African cats have no chains on their necks.
The state of my life,
I do thank Father Yahweh for everything;
For, the European cats do have chains on their necks.
Fore consumes what it touches,
But a will or a testament can only go into effect once a person dies;
And like the secret of the Seventh Seal! !
But the army of horsemen are now ready for war!
The truth is already known around you,
Because, action speaks louder than words! !
And, a picture is worth a thousand words,
But, receive the truth always from the right people.
Deceived churches and assembles,
And like a woman clothed with the sun;
For the law of thought is around you,
And like a great wonder in heaven! !
The law od peace,
The 'Ishtar Egg' has nothing to do with the Messiah!
And like 'Isi and Iswara';
But today, a donkey's head is now sold for eighty shekels.
Of virginity and motherhood,
But fornication is sin;
And from the beginning to the end,
But like the muse of 'Ahoofe' in 'Gonja land'.
He knew he had done wrong,
She knew she had done worng,
But i am from 'Krachi' in the Northern Volta;
And, i knew nothing by myself,
Except being guided by the muse of love.
I planted and you watered,
But check the last time that you took wine;
For eye has not seen nor ear heard of it!
But the first light of dawn brings hope,
And like the state of my life in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet: Share Your Excess
What for some people, wealth in haste amass?
What for some nations arms always accrue?
What for some persons sins commit, Alas!
They know that punishments are surely due.
Can not one change his attitudes for good?
Though old, some people's nature stays callow;
How much a stomach holds tho' dainty food?
Avarice to eat, you don't you allow.
Let excess things never remain with you,
The excess can be shared with all 'have-nots',
Your body serves others when you're dead too,
The 'haves' can change their poor fellowmen's lots.
Excess of wheat in granaries gets stale;
Use it to feed the starved ones to inhale.
poem by John Celes
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People,
People,
People that is watching at us,
People still breathing in the great reincarnation,
In the wise,
People that hit that floor,
It was more like a movement,
The melodrama that came to hit the flow,
People that be coming,
Because all of us are going,
Come and understand,
People stop the fighting,
Keep on Rocking,
It's still the same movement,
Understand all the concept,
Earth all mine,
Earth all your's.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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I sit and watch
I sat and i watch the world go by
An the more i watch, the more question i have
why do people discriminate
why do people kill each other
why do people do drugs
why don't some father take responsibility for their kid's
why do man rape woman
why do some man hit their woman, rather than treat them like the queen
they truly are
why is their war
why do people of the same race treat each other like crap
why do some people have more than other
why do people have to go to jail
why do the people we love have to die
why can't everybody just get along
why is their pain
why do people get their heart broken by the one they love
I guess i will never know, why?
poem by Edowaye Omorogbe
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