Omens And Rituals
The Book of Holidays,
And with omens and rituals in the land of your muse!
Because of your nakedness on this summer trip;
And, this had led many to sin.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Summer holidays
The greatest time of the year
Summer holidays
Much freedom and a pint of beer
Summer holidays
Just do what you want
There’s no need to pant
Just have some fun with your friends
Summer holidays
You got even time to watch the ants
Summer holidays
Don’t ever dare to think of school
Summer holidays have no rules
Meet friends, have fun or just chill out
Buy milk, go swim or eat an ice upon a roundabout
You understand what they are like?
Summer holidays are the time of your life!
poem by Kevin Deckert
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Blameless
Nameless, Blamesless, fearless, worthless, nevertheless;
At the editor's desk to resport your muse,
But in the twenty-third year with your love!
For the rain came in and washed out your nakedness with joy;
And the muse of love spread allnover you.
Overnight stops,
Prescribed,
And written down in book!
But you falied to answer my calls;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy.
Rule, mule, crew, screw, few, dew, hew, dole!
Little by little and step by step;
And like noble men and women beside the common people of the land,
But blameless in the name of this war around you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pleasant One
Clan by clan,
Kin by kin,
One by one,
The store of Bohan!
And like the coastline of great love.
The scorpion passed by near the lion,
But his best-man took away his wife;
And, the story went out through the village.
Customary,
To entice her;
Of a feast,
To entice him;
But, her bride-mate took away his husband!
And, the story went out through the village.
Pleasant one,
To the land of my birth;
Of mercy and truth,
But this woman is from Bethlehem.
This man is your guest and,
This woman is my guest;
Yes, the one with her hands on the threshold!
But, take me to the land of peace.
A man of substance,
A woman of substance,
To the cave of Adullam;
And like your nakedness in the land of your muse,
But, the story went out through the village.
To the great well of Sechu!
Your mother's nakedness;
To the customary seat,
Your father's nakedness;
To shoot three arrows to this side,
Your brother's nakedness;
To sit by the stone of Ezel,
Your sister's nakedness;
And like the muse of the new moon! !
But, to lay naked all day and night,
For, i am old and grey-headed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Lover's Nakedness
The sweet of my lover's nakedness!
And like the muse of my mind with the joy of peace;
But, with the gladness of the heart in unity as one.
Riddlde it out and learn from my muse,
Puzzle it out and give me ear when i do speak;
And like the sweet of my lover's nakedness,
For, this parable is like a joyous land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What the Significance of Having Them Means
The act of participating in rituals,
Has become more important...
Than why those rituals were established,
In the first place.
There are more today,
Planning vacations and escapades...
Around holidays they could care less,
Of what the significance of having them means.
You can,
If you wish...
Compare this to the event of birthing a child,
But having nothing to do with it after a certain age.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Donne!
The parable of this love is where you live,
The muse of this love is like your nakedness;
But, i am Donne in the land of your muse,
And of your love in the land of your muse! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Sneezed Trice! !
I sneezed trice! !
Because, i saw your nakedness;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy,
But, i need to understand the status of your moves.
Living on drugs!
Sleeping on rugs,
Destroying the mugs;
For, you've lost your memory,
But, i sneezed trice because i saw your nakedness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Chapter 27
Smaller and softer,
And like a trip to the sky;
But the flood waters came onto the earth! !
However, strive to make the best out of yourself.
Family matters,
And like a trip to the moon;
But stay away from the windows because of the gunfire! !
And, strive to be a responsible person in life.
Chapter 27,
And like a trip to the stars! !
But iam one among you people,
And i was boen of a man and a woman in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ruth Fecyeh
When the rain falls, it doesn't fall on one man's head!
So this is the way of my muse to you;
For you can still lay down in your nakedness for my love.
You need me to satisfy you and,
You need this muse to tell you who you are;
For the walls af Jehrico are all around you.
I am full of words and of the love that brights your way,
But i am like the writer that crowns your way as well;
So lay down in your nakedness for the this harmony of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her Nakedness
In the winter house you will meet her garden of love and,
In the summer house you will meet her nakedness!
And like the message of the fowls of the air who do view us all.
With my soul i have desired you my love,
For you are naked under the apple tree of love;
With my love i will be with you always,
For your nakedness is before me like a film!
But i saw the face of a man, a woman and a child within.
Old and patched,
My life is like the gragons of the sea!
But being crafty and deceitful is your love,
For you are always naked in the heat of the summer.
Her nakedness,
And of the lust of the flesh that is always seen around;
But try to learn from the double walls of love,
For it is time to wake up from the lust of the eyes.
Soot, smoke and dust;
The red sea dried up for her nakedness to appear!
But watch and see who is playing around her,
For her summer house is ready for her lovers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bayla
The events have not well settled down,
But i have seen the nakedness of your muse;
And be very wise to criticize me on this muse,
Because it is all about your love.
You may understand my muse or not,
But poetry is all about you and i! !
And what you write down in the name of your country will not satisfy me;
But i have to accept your lines in the name of poetry.
I am not the one that you are looking for,
So do not be very angry with my poems;
For they are all there to teach others than you! !
Bayla my lover is still at home,
And like a star in the land of lovers;
But this poem was not writtien for you.
I am very glad to understand your status,
But why are not ready for criticism? !
Because we are all learning on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mizrayim
Remember and never forget how i deeply love you,
And like the fruit of your womb;
Remeber and never forget how we deeply made love with our nakedness!
Yes, in the rich and spacious land of beautiful roses;
But, the laws were written for our learning.
Mizrayim my love,
Always love me deeply like the first time;
And remember and never forget how i really care for you,
For, i am who i am and you are you are who you are on this sweet muse of love.
True love had now connected us together so,
Do remember and never forget how i failfully taught you the way;
For this rich and spacious land of the beautiful roses recorded that history.
Visit my vineyard of love and let me crown you my love,
For ui was sent to you to love you and to direct you;
And i will take you to the land of love flowing with milk and honey,
For you are all that i need on this sweet muse of love.
Oh Mount Horeb! !
And from within the bush of love;
With Shanghai Blues to take up your body to the bay of love!
But, remember and never forget how we deeply made love with our nakedness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rock Your Boat
A message to all the men that used you,
A message to the rooms that saw your nakedness,
Rock your boat to rub my tights;
But the flood is about to come in as announced.
Lusty frames,
Over the faces of love in the land of no return!
And like the stages of your emotions in the land of your muse,
But the flood is about to come in as announced.
Within the spread out legs and the muse of love,
Remembering all the passengers through your red sea;
And to ride faster enough to see your smile!
But the flood is about to come in as announced.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Caterina
Moving on an dputting on a smile,
Here she comes like the nakedness of her muse;
But give out your best in you! !
For i am Caterina in the land of rhythm!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tropical Dreads
Trpical dreads and summer holidays!
Full of the sunshine and the heat that it brings;
To lay peacefully under a coconut tree with my muse,
And like the beauty of your act in the Valley of Peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sad Holidays
The holidays are getting near
Bringing most people great cheer
These days bring back pain from the dead
The holidays I always have to dread
Thinking back through the many years
Trying to be happy, holding back the tears
Getting through life one day at a time
Out of the darkness I must climb
I can't live in the pain from the past
Please let it be over, don't let it last
I love the warmth from the summer sun
So let this time of year be done
I like the green grass and flowers in bloom
They make me happiest, instead of this gloom
So hurry up summer and come back around
And I won't be sad, happiness I'd have found
I have a good life and what's wrong with me
When the holidays come, I can't feel free!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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101 Ways Of My Love
Food and water,
Shelter and care;
But, stopping down low for somebody to see your nakedness!
And, there i met your love.
101 ways of my lov e,
Called to satisfy your muse! !
Dress, repress, mistress, stress, press, witness, pointless, wireless, politeness;
But, to lodge there and to wait for your love!
And like he manner of your usage,
But i am a teacher of the message is what i am.
101 ways of my love,
To be set aside;
And to aboard the muse of your love! !
On the left and of the right sides of the mango tree;
But, watch and remember the 101 ways that we shared,
Night and day in the land of 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 Holidays Are For Those Not Alone
THE HOLIDAYS ARE FOR THOSE NOT ALONE
The holidays are for those not alone-
For the alone the holidays rub in the pain
Everyone else has someone who cares-
For the alone
There is no one and nothing-
Only greater envy and sadness and sense of loss-
For the alone
There are no holidays
Only special days of pain and more hurt.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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