Oluwaseun
Love, dove, drove, rove, wove, move, strove, stove;
And like Australians and crocodiles! !
Nut, oluwaseun is my name;
So, sow for yourselves righteousness and reap in mercy!
For, the bullets of war are not helping us.
Shove, shrove, grove, cove, hove, trove, prove;
Seeing what is going on in Syria and thinking about the human race;
But, Oluwaseun is my name;
So, sow for yourselves righteousness and reap in joy!
For, the bombs are now killing us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Zeki
Love, dove, drove, rove, cove, grove;
But, early in the morning with the muse of love!
For, i am Zeki in your neighbourhood.
Hove, prove, stove, strove, wove, move!
And like the way to the only place of love;
But, do teach these laws to your people for peace! !
However, trust in Yahweh always for, He is true.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Herd, heard!
Herd, heard!
Move, drove, dove, cove, clove, glove, trove;
Armies, spies, flies, families, willies, homilies, butterflies! !
But, this garden is down under there;
So, you need the steps.
Grove, love, rove, hove, above, wove, strove, stove;
Training,
Raining,
Fitness lady,
Fitness man,
Cheer leaders! !
Herd, heard!
Mr. Undercover,
Affection,
Affliction,
But, time for action! !
All in the name of war.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Knitted Well
The quality of this poem is knitted well!
Flow, low, below, blow, slow, cow, row;
Because,100 over 100 equals to 1.
The texture of this poem is knitted well!
Well, fell, bell, tell, hell, sell, cell, dell;
For we now see what is going on in Syria! !
War, tar, bar, star, car, gar, far, jar, mar, par;
With tangible images and tangible reasons,
And like a phenomenal man and a phenomenal woman!
But this war is killing many.
Clove, glove, prove, hove, strove, wove, stove;
And, what a nice poem that it is!
For, it is in it if,
It is with the muse of love!
And like the tender words of your muse,
But we now know what is going on in Syria.
100 over 100 is equal to 1!
But the poetry of life is always arouns us;
For the theme of this poem is fantastic! !
Bow, glow, how, vow, wow, grow, know;
And like the sweet muse of love.
Mow, now, sow, tow, throw, crow, show;
And like a nice image,
Shell, yell, jell, ell, quell, tell;
With its mystical muse like the melody of your music!
But the bombs are destroying everything.
Love, dove, drove, rove, shove, cove, grove;
With this superb peom to satisfy your muse,
But the poetry of life is always around us!
And we should find peace on earth always through this poetic life.
Sweet scent of freedom!
And like the modern songs in the land of your muse,
Because,100 over 100 equals to 1;
And this poem is knitted well,
But the poor moon weeps in the land of your muse because of this war!
When will these bombs stop falling on them? !
For the rich moon laughs in another land and,
The poor moon weeps in the land of Syria;
And the bombs are falling on them from every angle!
But, i do hope for peace in your land as well.
The philosopher,
Your choices,
The lessons,
Your actions,
And like my people being punished because of this war!
For, the mortal beings are now becoming immortal;
And, there are no graves to bury many of them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Deaf Adder
You are controlled by bit and bridle,
And you are dark and slippery!
However, praise is comely for the upright.
Dance for joy when you have hope!
For, will surely fly away one day with,
The wings of the love.
Dove, love, above, move, clove, rove, prove, wove;
And like a deaf adder! !
But, the vernom of serpents are around us always.
Drove, hove, strove, glove, stove, grove, shove, cove;
And like the fangs of the young lion!
However, the he-goat is now from your folds.
The heat of burning thorns!
But the humble shall hear and shall have joy;
However, i am weeping for the night! !
For, the perfection of your beauty is like,
A deaf adder in your neighbourhood.
Joy in the morning is not all that i need,
Because, the mule has no understanding;
And, the hart pants after streams of water.
My soul thirsts for your love!
And my mind will not rest until i find you my love;
But, praise is comely for the upright.
One she-goat from your folds!
From the land of the living to satisfy my muse;
And like a deaf adder in your neighbourhood,
But this journey of mine starts from the hills of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nurachukuro
Nurachukuro, Chuku, Nora, Noah, arch, an, ark, oak, ran, oar, run!
As real as it gets;
Arch, ark! !
I am,
You are,
They are!
But, paint it all over again.
Move on! !
Drove, rove, cove, clove, glove, grove, prove, stove, strove, move;
But, i have no choive!
For, the last time i saw you was in the land of your muse.
Make my day with your love!
Because, i want to live my life with the muse of your love;
And like a roller coaster! !
But, born and raised in the jungle of Africa.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kwatemaa
It shall be eaten raw the same day and,
It shall be eaten raw the same night;
But to have sexual relation with the slave woman is,
Like going into her to relieve yourself.
Sela Hammahlekoth!
To pull back the bridle of a tyrant;
But after one sunny afternoon you are with your lover Kwatemaa,
And you think that all is well with her too.
Life is full of tar and pits,
But do righteousness and be repaid with righteousness;
For whatever you sow is what you expect to reap out again!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I believe in the supreme excellence of righteousness; I believe that the law of righteousness will triumph in the universe over all evil; I believe that in the attempt to fulfill the law of righteousness, however imperfect it must remain, are to be found the inspiration, the consolation, and the sanctification of human existence.
quote by Felix Adler
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Penshurst
You are living in Penshurst and,
I am living in Nima;
But you are always noted by your breakfast food,
And like the joy of my heart in the land of laughter.
Possibility, opportunity, attractions!
And like miscarrying wombs and breasts that are dry;
But show yourself righteousness to my heart and reap in mercy,
For i am like the weed upon the waters!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Woman
Woman,
You must be led by your husband around always;
For the tiller of the ground is stronger in the mud of your love,
And like the sole of your feet in the day of the heat.
Cole, hole, mole, pole, bole, sole, dole, role;
On the face of the waters of love to read out your letter,
For the message is very clear to my ears and i am ready.
Love, dove, rove, hove, move, cove, wove;
My reward is better to me but i heard your voice!
And you are my witness of this love because,
You must be led by your husband always.
Shine and bring forth my lover!
For the right time has come for me to go to the West;
And many of my friends are being eyposed because of lust,
But the naked woman next to me is on guard.
Like the first of the tree which is sublte and crafty,
But i do have my monetary blessings to share with you;
Woman,
In the deep sleep of your love will i call you to wake up!
For the world is always at war with each other.
You must respect your husband for,
You are made from the flesh and bone from a man's side;
So upon you is your husband as your head,
And i will be watching you always in the full moon.
Walk through the door of my mind and let me teach you,
And like the half moon of love resting on your shoulders;
So shine and bring forth your love always around your husband.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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As you know
As you sow
So you reap
If you sow the wind
Be ready to reap
The whirlwind.
As you sow
So you reap
If you forgive
You get eternal peace
And salvation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Syrian
Syrian, Syria, rain, in, an, as, say, ray! !
But, the bullets of war are now falling on the people like rain!
Killing everybody on the way;
But, who is ready to stop this war in Syria?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Own Summer (Shove It)
Hey you, Big Star
Tell me when it's over (?)
Hey you, big mood (?)
Guide me to shelter
'cause I'm through
When the two
hits the six and it's summer
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it aside
I think god is moving
It's tounge
Theres no crowds in the street
And no sun in
(my own summer)
The shade is a tool
A device
A saviour
See I try and look up
To the sky
But my eyes burn
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it inside ?
I think eyes move it
It's time
Theres no crowds in the street
End of summer
In my
Own
Summer
song performed by by Deftones
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Perfect Day
Just a perfect day..
Drink sangria in the park
And later, when it gets dark
We go home
Just a perfect day..
Feed animals in the zoo
And later, a movie too
And then home
Its such a perfect day
Im glad I spent it with you
Such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on..
You just keep me hanging on..
Just a perfect day..
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
Such fun
Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone new
(chorus)
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Youre gonna reap, just what you sow.
Youre gonna reap, just what you sow.
Youre gonna reap, just what you sow.
Youre gonna reap, just what you sow.
Youre gonna reap, just what you sow.
Youre gonna reap, just what you sow.
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.
quote by James Allen
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Patience Chest of Riches
Might the earth mount to reap
Of the heaven mother's water's it's lip
Hasty as fire, all to drip
silent sea, must it doth grip
If pond's earth, nay must reap from the hip
And treasures be it's heir to reap
poem by Muhammad Abdullah B. Kutigi
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When Father Shook The Stove
'Twas not so many years ago,
Say, twenty-two or three,
When zero weather or below
Held many a thrill for me.
Then in my icy room I slept
A youngster's sweet repose,
And always on my form I kept
My flannel underclothes.
Then I was roused by sudden shock
Though still to sleep I strove,
I knew that it was seven o'clock
When father shook the stove.
I never heard him quit his bed
Or his alarm clock ring;
I never heard his gentle tread,
Or his attempts to sing;
The sun that found my window pane
On me was wholly lost,
Though many a sunbeam tried in vain
To penetrate the frost.
To human voice I never stirred,
But deeper down I dove
Beneath the covers, when I heard
My father shake the stove.
To-day it all comes back to me
And I can hear it still;
He seemed to take a special glee
In shaking with a will.
He flung the noisy dampers back,
Then rattled steel on steel,
Until the force of his attack
The building seemed to feel.
Though I'd a youngster's heavy eyes
All sleep from them he drove;
It seemed to me the dead must rise
When father shook the stove.
Now radiators thump and pound
And every room is warm,
And modern men new ways have found
To shield us from the storm.
The window panes are seldom glossed
The way they used to be;
The pictures left by old Jack Frost
Our children never see.
And now that he has gone to rest
In God's great slumber grove,
I often think those days were best
When father shook the stove.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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We The Cats (Shall Hep Ya)
(words and music by Cab Calloway and Jack Palmer)
And the time is right
And tonight's the night
Alreed-alright
Come on, old man, come on
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like GI's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep I'll betcha
So reap this righteous riff
Well, we the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like GI's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep I'll betcha
So reap this righteous riff
(instrumnetal break)
Well, we the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like GI's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep I'll betcha
Skibble-de-dooba
Skibble-de-boy-boy
Skibble-de-reeba
This righteous, this righteous riff
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Sheba
Hate the congregation of evil doers and,
Love the home of righteousness;
For i am Sheba on the bank of your river of love,
And let me walk through the valley of your love.
With my golden staff i will walk through this valley,
And with the love of my heart i will kiss your lips;
For righteousness is the home needed for us to move on,
And this love is all that we have at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Chosen People
Chosen People
because God needs
a fine example to
show to the human race
righteousness translates
into his blessings
and thieveries, his retributions
and above all, that he is
full of love and compassion
for what he has created
but no nonsense when it comes
to polishing them up for
a place in the heavens
Chosen too are those
given only the opportunity
to watch, read or experience first hand
God's save the human race dramas
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Own Summer
Hey you, big star
Tell me, when it's over
Hey you, big mood
Guide me, to shelter
'cause i'm through
When the two
Hits the six
And it's summer (cloud)
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There's no crowds in the streets, and no sun
(in my own summer)
The shade, is a tool
A device, a saviour
See i try, and look up
To the sky, but my eyes burn (cloud)
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There's no crowds in the streets, and no sun
In my, own, summer
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
song performed by by Deftones
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