Onya
Bore, sore, pore, tore, whore, core, fore, gore, lore, more, wore, yore;
Onya is your name and you are much loved by your people,
But despised is the muse of this war in your land!
So try to wake up to the truth of the issues around you and live.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Saddle II
Cattle, saddle, little, kettle, mettle;
Just as it was in your land!
Shuttle, mottle, bottle, hustle;
Just as it was with your muse;
Bustle, wattle, settle, battle! !
Just as it was from the beginning;
Before, fore, sore, core, more, lore, gore;
But, come home with me and refresh yourself!
And like the gift of love in the land of peace.
Gore, tore, pore, bore, wore, yore, ore!
With words of love to touch your heart in style;
However, don't pass me by.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Times Of War
Of all what is done in times of war!
Tell, fell, knell, well, cell, dell, hell, jell, quell, sell, and yell;
But the windows of the heavens are watching us all.
Of all what is done in times of war!
Bow, sow, how, now, wow, tow, cow, low, row, vow;
And like the negative minds of the people around us,
But we will all be judged one day.
Of all what is done in times of war!
Mind, find, wind, hind, kind, rind, bind;
But why kill your neighbour when we need peace?
Of all what is done in times of war!
Tore, sore, bore, more, lore, core, fore, gore, pore, wore, yore;
But the windows of the heavens are watching us.
Of all what is done in times of war!
Fuel, cruel, duel, gruel;
But who bore you and brought you forth? ! !
For the bombs you are throwing will not bring us peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hatherwood
Hatherwood, road, rode, dear, read, red, wear, he, oar, ware, root, wheat, hare, ore;
With eight eyes and eighty legs in the land of your muse!
Hatherwood, wood, word, hat, her, the, at, heat, art, hoot, oat, we, row, wrote, raw;
With six legs and six eyes moving arounf in the land of your muse!
Hatherwood, eat, ate, tea, tar, rat, do, doe, doer, too, two, oath, whore, woe, to, war!
But, in cold and wet areas to satisfy you with the muse of love;
And like the very hot girl in a cold village.
Hatherwood, hoe, toe, ward, hard, rate, date, heard, heard, tow, tear, tore, wore, rod, hate!
With much work at hand to satisfy your muse;
However, be ready to learn the truth from others in this life always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Lady’s Lament
Never happy any more!
Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
It says but what it said before,
And heart and life are just as sore.
The wet leaves blow aslant the floor
In the rain through the open door.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
The eyes are weary and give o'er,
But still the soul weeps as before.
And always must each one deplore
Each once, nor bear what others bore?
This is now as it was of yore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Is it not but a sorry lore
That says, “Take strength, the worst is o'er”?
Shall the stars seem as heretofore?
The day wears on more and more—
While I was weeping the day wore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
In the cold behind the door
That was the dial striking four:
One for joy the past hours bore,
Two for hope and will cast o'er,
One for the naked dark before.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Put the light out, shut the door,
Sweep the wet leaves from the floor.
Even thus Fate's hand has swept her floor,
Even thus Love's hand has shut the door
Through which his warm feet passed of yore.
Shall it be opened any more?
No, no, no more.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Resort
Resort, rest, roe, toe, toes, to, or, sort, rote, rot, sore, tore, set, so, ore, ores;
At land last it has entered in! !
And like your muse of love in the land of peace;
But i am ready to introduce you to the deep forest of my land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Ballade Of A Great Weariness
There's little to have but the things I had,
There's little to bear but the things I bore.
There's nothing to carry and naught to add,
And glory to Heaven, I paid the score.
There's little to do but I did before,
There's little to learn but the things I know;
And this is the sum of a lasting lore:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
And couldn't it be I was young and mad
If ever my heart on my sleeve I wore?
There's many to claw at a heart unclad,
And little the wonder it ripped and tore.
There's one that'll join in their push and roar,
With stories to jabber, and stones to throw;
He'll fetch you a lesson that costs you sore:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
So little I'll offer to you, my lad;
It's little in loving I set my store.
There's many a maid would be flushed and glad,
And better you'll knock at a kindlier door.
I'll dig at my lettuce, and sweep my floor,
Forever, forever I'm done with woe.
And happen I'll whistle about my chore,
"Scratch a lover, and find a foe."
L'ENVOI
Oh, beggar or prince, no more, no more!
Be off and away with your strut and show.
The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe!
poem by Dorothy Parker
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The Raven (In Answer To Edgar Allan Poe)
On a summer December I do remember
the sun like an ember, poetry on the floor
life in pieces, while my troubles increases
nothing eases the sorrow for the girl Lenore
while I read of a farmer who lived long before
while destiny had closed a door.
In that new tomorrow, the book I did borrow
and my own sorrow was replaced by the lore
with pain in my heart, life was falling apart,
my art was shattered as the tale I did explore
out of the blue I saw a raven black as ore
with its feet red with gore.
With a bolt of lightning that was frightening
happened something to the bird I did deplore,
with eyes green, her hair shone a bluish sheen
the loveliest girl I have seen then came to fore;
with her I would do almost anything just to score,
suddenly I did her adore.
Her voice had a melody, life was fair and free,
it just could not be, surf crashed on the shore,
I was not fit I did deem, or it was just a dream;
nothing was as it seem, it was a fable from yore,
I was thinking I am nuts, totally mad therefore,
but nothing I wanted more.
She was human alright, as we kissed in daylight,
loved during the night; to stay I did her implore,
I had just met her, suddenly we loved each other
without a bother, in my back her nails did bore
and what did my life without her have in store?
Our souls had bonded forevermore
poem by Gert Strydom
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Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —
No doubt you have heard the name before —
Was a boy who never would shut a door!
The wind might whistle, the wind might roar,
And teeth be aching and throats be sore,
But still he never would shut the door.
His father would beg, his mother implore,
'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
We really do wish you would shut the door!'
Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore;
But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore.
When he walked forth the folks would roar,
'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
Why don't you think to shut the door?'
They rigged up a Shutter with sail and oar,
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage of penance to Singapore.
But he begged for mercy and said, 'No more!
Pray do not send me to Singapore
On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!'
'You will?' said his parents; 'then keep on shore!
But mind you do! For the plague is sore
Of a fellow that never will shut the door,
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!'
poem by William Brighty Rands
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Ballade Of The Bookworm
Far in the Past I peer, and see
A Child upon the Nursery floor,
A Child with books upon his knee,
Who asks, like Oliver, for more!
The number of his years is IV,
And yet in Letters hath he skill,
How deep he dives in Fairy-lore!
The Books I loved, I love them still!
One gift the Fairies gave me: (Three
They commonly bestowed of yore)
The Love of Books, the Golden Key
That opens the Enchanted Door;
Behind it BLUEBEARD lurks, and o'er
And o'er doth JACK his Giants kill,
And there is all ALADDIN'S store, -
The Books I loved, I love them still!
Take all, but leave my Books to me!
These heavy creels of old we bore
We fill not now, nor wander free,
Nor wear the heart that once we wore;
Not now each River seems to pour
His waters from the Muses' hill;
Though something's gone from stream and shore,
The Books I loved, I love them still!
ENVOY.
Fate, that art Queen by shore and sea,
We bow submissive to thy will,
Ah grant, by some benign decree,
The Books I loved--to love them still.
poem by Andrew Lang
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Hickenlooper
Hickenlooper, core, coil, oil, hoe, Cole, hop, rice;
A bucket of water,
A worker,
Wear, ware, are, we, raw, ear, era, war! !
And like an evil eye;
But, from above came the truth.
Hickenlooper, nice, hole, neck, peck, heck, leper, ore;
Import, export, port, support, report!
And, this is like the muse of your love in the land of joy.
Hickenlooper, pore, coop, crop, phone, one, lone;
My love will find a way in meeeting your heart! !
So, be ready to learn from my muse.
Leaking pen!
The red island! !
Hickenlooper, loop, lope, pool, poor, rope, lick, like;
But, you are now noted by us.
Hickenlooper, hen, hick, Nick, pike, hike, peer, cook;
With people around to understand your muse!
But, try to share with others when you are at advantage.
Hickenlooper, Nike, peck, peek, keep, hope, cop, cope;
And like those tough days! !
But, try to be yourself in al things.
Hickenlooper, Ike, pen, pin, peen, in, on, no, or, nip, lip;
Adapt,
Adopt,
Support! !
And like the muse of sweet love in the garden of peace.
Hickenlooper, hip, clip, Ken, pick, ink, rick, ice, price;
But, love will find the way! !
Because, we are one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sperminator
'sperminator', sperm, man, men, perms, pets, am, in, it, is, eat, tea, tar, seat, era, into, an;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you do really resemble my mother.
'Sperminator', art, part, set, rats, ants, tears, ears, pears, sear, main, same, sore, tore, sort;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you do really resemble my sister.
'Sperminator', ten, tan, nets, neat, near, stream, teams, means, sap, raps, times, mates, sit;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you fo really resemble my brother.
'Sperminator', trips, sip, tips, nips, pins, maps, pans, naps, rear, sport, pots, tapes, pore, as;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you really resemble my friend.
'Sperminator', some, mine, into, spot, reaps, pits, at, rapes, tops, rims, ate, sea, sat, more;
And like the time of the wheat harvest!
But you really resemble my neighbour.
Lone, cone, zone, done, bone, gone, hone, none, pone, tone, sure, cure, pure, lure!
You are now awakened by the tree of love;
And like your love in the land of your muse.
Line, wine, fine, dine, cine, sine, mine, nine, pine, tine, vine, sure, cure, pure, lure!
Jealousy is as crule as the grave! !
And like the hate in the land of your muse.
Wake, fake, lake, take, make, bake, cake, hake, quake, rake, sake, sure, cure, pure, lure!
And like what you are doing now in the dark! !
But your deeds are always notified by your acts.
Thunder, founder, under, bounder, rounder, sounder, sure, cure, pure, lure!
Awakened under the big apple tree;
But your muse is like the sounds of war!
Hour, four, our, sour, pour, dour, jour, lour, tour, your, fuel, cruel, duel, gruel!
But who bore you and brought you forth?
For the bombs are now killing all of us! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sparked
Investigations,
Sparked,
Timely;
Consistent to your love like the muse of peace,
But try to listen to the issues of your people in times of need.
Sparked, parked, ask, as, pads, sap, peak, rakes, ears;
But it will be amended like the muse of your love!
However, try to listen to the needs of your own people.
Sparked, raked, pare, pears, sear, desk, sake, ark, spade, dear;
And like my love so laid down before you!
But try to understand the issues of your people.
Sparked, speak, peas, sea, era, are, asked, dark, park, reads;
With timely love to swing with the sweet sounds of your muse!
But try to understand the issues of your people and give them a helping hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Heavens Whore
Touch the sky
Kiss the sun
All the strings of Heaven
Were left undone
The first temptation of Eve
Turning men from Christ
Tore open her soul
Letting rebels into paradise
God screamed
God raged
For it was he
That Eve betrayed
Hell swung open its doors
Welcoming Eve
Heavens Whore
Adam bowed his head
In shame
Clinging to Eden
All in vain
He ate the fruit
That took his soul
Laid his head in the lap
Of Heavens Whore
Carnal Knowledge
Turned Eve’s soul cold
Lust was born
Of Heaven’s Whore
Satan smiled
His treasure to behold
He turned Eve
Into the harvester of souls
A woman on a pale horse
The prophets knew
Eve is
Heaven’s Whore
Carnal knowledge
Creation of God
The serpents tongue
Caressed Eve’s thought
Held evil in her hand
All the pleasures
Of the Promised Land
God denied, Satan coerced
And Eve was branded
Heaven’s Whore
Some say Eve fell
From the heights of Heaven
To the depths of Hell
In a dark embrace
Treason at her breast
Poison in her veins
Took man into her arms corrupted to the core
As Satan kissed the lips
Of Heaven’s Whore
poem by Haley Revell
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The Truth
I want to know
The truth about me
What people think of me?
Why people hate me
Know their unexpressed
Love for me
Reduce the misery
And agony they live in
People who
Could never muster
Courage and strength
To say the truth on
my face
Kept on cribbing
Behind my back
Silently loving me
From the core of
Their heart
I want me and them
To sleep in peace
Live life in peace
I want to know
The truth about me
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Creepin
Hey, everybody wont you lend me your ear,
Theres something to fear, its here, and thats clear.
Men gettin rich off rapin the land,
I cant understand, why we dont take them in hand.
Woah, oh ... lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
I dont want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but youre sleepin,
You best wake up fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
Feel that our lives are in the hands of fools,
Loosin their cool, its us that they rule.
Too many people sittin dead on their ass,
They aint got no class, people, this time must pass.
Woah, oh ... lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
Hey ... I dont want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but youre sleepin,
You best wake up fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
Woah, oh ... yeah, tomorrow comes creepin.
Oh ... hear me cryin cause the people like me,
That long to be free, are not actually.
Please everybody wont you hear this song,
Help a country thats wrong, to someday be strong.
Woah, oh ... lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
No! lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but youre sleepin,
You best wake up fore tomorrow comes creepin.
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Tired
I'm tired of
Telling you
That I don't
Love you
Anymore
Why don't you
Just leave me…
And get over me?
This relationship
Has left me
With a cold sore
And I don't want to
Pursue it anymore
I want to
Breathe you out
Of my every pore
And strip you out
Of my life's core.
But first
To begin with,
Now that you've
Barged in -
Let me show you
The door…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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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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I Can Still Help
I can still help if you want me to,
Because you are hungry and have no food;
For we were all created by the Creator!
And, i am ready to do my best for you.
Wake up and live now,
Wake up and let me know your problems in life!
For i want to offer my helping hands to you,
And like the muse of your love in the land of famine.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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