Pious
Shoots, boots, roots, loots, hoots, moots, coots, foots, toots;
And like thw indow of Pious facing that of yours!
For the rains have set in and you are ready for love,
But try to respect the muse of nature in times like this.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Out, outside!
Out, outside!
Standing in the rain and,
Waiting for your lover;
But, this muse of love is all that you have.
The moment of inspiration,
The moment of love,
Roots, shoots, boots, coots, loots, moots! !
But, you are outside in the rain waiting for your lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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O Why Do You Walk (a Parody)
O why do you walk through the fields in boots,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody shoots,
Why do you walk through the fields in boots,
When the grass is soft as the breast of coots
And shivering-sweet to the touch?
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Abdelhadi
Say it again,
Write it again,
Read it again,
Do it again,
Play it again,
With the African Roots of love to touch the world!
For i am Abdelhadi in the land of your muse,
But get ready to show me your love.
Open season with the African ghetto life styles,
All you need is my muse with the African Roots of love!
For i am ready to touch your heart with my deep love,
And i will do it again and say it again until you understand my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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french Fries -context-2nd World War-1940-fall Of France
An owl hoots, hoots, hoots, hoots
A dog barks, barks, barks, barks
Then some boots, boots, boots, boots
Uproots, uproots, uproots, uproots
The night lurks, lurks, lurks, lurks
Red wines bespatter,
French fries berserk, berserk, berserk, berserk
As the tall neighbours jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk
There rents the air some surrealists
The face of renaissance recaptured nationalists
No ikebana for my darling in Paris
As scenaries take on cemetaries
And greenaries take on apothecaries
Some invitations dugging heccatomb
Our menu-guns, missiles, mortar and a bomb.
Some toddler girls hanging for apricots
Uproar the gargantuan mascots
Come bigots,
Come faggots,
All yield in to the zealots
Ablaze relaxes a man
In some shabby agonized catamaran
His cries laughed away;
His worries withered away;
Is he the last to give in?
For Paris to Berlin.
04/03/2009
Mother is the root
.
Mother is the root.
Children are the shoots.
Roots take care of the shoots.
Shoots have no care for roots.
They have other things to care.
Roots don’t bother. Can mother?
17.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Respect My Muse
Eat what you requested for and,
Respect my muse;
Sleep on the bed you requested for and,
Respect my muse;
For this love is all about you and i! !
And like the land of sweet bananas and apples;
But, i will meet you whenever you are ready.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Why Should I Respect Those
Why should I respect those who do not respect me
Who look down upon me for my poverty
You should only respect those who show respect for you
At least to my own self I'll always be true.
Why should I respect those who bomb, maim and kill
Who by the power of force on smaller Nations impose their will
If you are strong be merciful to them does not apply
Those not with us are against us that is their war cry.
Why should I respect those who for their own greed
Abuse Mother Nature who supplies our every need
What we do to Nature to our own selves we do
The karma we'll receive is the karma we are due.
Why should I respect those who trample the weak
And muzzle those who for themselves who cannot speak
I only respect those who treat others fair
And who love Nature's creatures and for Nature care.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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Omega
To be very beautiful and to be very lovely,
I am Omega in the land of your muse;
But the days of the rains are like the days of your love,
So be ready to share my love with your sweet muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Marigolds
With a fork drive Nature out,
She will ever yet return;
Hedge the flowerbed all about,
Pull or stab or cut or burn,
She will ever yet return.
Look: the constant marigold
Springs again from hidden roots.
Baffled gardener, you behold
New beginnings and new shoots
Spring again from hidden roots.
Pull or stab or cut or burn,
They will ever yet return.
Gardener, cursing at the weed,
Ere you curse it further, say:
Who but you planted the seed
In my fertile heart, one day?
Ere you curse me further, say!
New beginnings and new shoots
Spring again from hidden roots.
Pull or stab or cut or burn,
Love must ever yet return.
poem by Robert Graves
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Thousand Pieces
Thousand pieces of broken glass,
Thousand pieces of sweet love to share;
But fools don't go to heaven.
A bird's nest,
A soldier's boots,
Something to dig with;
But you've now humbled her so,
Take her as your wife.
You kissed her and brought her to your home,
And behind her veil with your muse;
But her wet places are now noted.
Cast lots for the two goats and,
Let her play with your muse;
For she's now with you at your residence!
Net, pet, let, set, wet, bet, get, jet, met, ret, yet, vet;
On the eight day with love to care for your lover,
And like the fat of the sin offering.
It must be eaten the same day with a pleasing aroma,
Strong and long to respect those in authority;
For her pleasing aroma brought you closer to her.
Smooth and soft from the dreamland of love,
For the fruits of her love was met by your muse;
And like fine flour mixed with oil.
Smooth and wet to respect the colours of the rainbow,
The raw flesh was what attracted you!
And of the beautiful bed that she laid on.
Just this once with the muse of your love,
So bathe and anoint yourself with love;
For the Wilderness of Egypt is like the colour of your love.
Coastline of sweet love from the great sea,
Wheedle the riddle and fiddle the needle;
And like the Vineyards of Romance at the Callers Spring.
Water came out of it and your sweet love was noted,
For she lulled you into a deep sleep!
And just this once with the muse of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nyakyusa
Facing the river of love,
Married them in their teens and respect them;
For the mystery of my name is Nyakyusa,
And like the reflections of your sweet muse on my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Odaw River
'Odaw River'!
The rains came down and fell on you;
But puerile with your networking was like the muse of love,
And like the naked bodies that were seen around soaked in the rain!
You are the hunter of my love and,
I am the honour of your lovely muse!
But this last noted Empire around is like,
A dreamland for the up coming generation;
Because, the rains have now exposed your secrets! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Embarrassed
You've embarrassed me today before your people but,
The wind of love knows its roots;
So be ready to receive my muse when i call,
For love is the key about life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Spirit Of St. Louis III
In my consortium,
In my realm,
In my apartment,
With life struggles and the tunnels under the broad roads;
But the African has more to say than expected.
Talents abounds in Africa but,
Who is ready to tap them?
Even though, some cultures do not respect a gifted person.
To my ancestors and the forgotten ones i do give my respect,
But to a world so sweet which is also full of sins!
And inside Africa with many languages to respect the muse of love,
But we are manily centred with tribal groups.
Living with languages,
And like the names and the tribes;
With many wars against one another to gain power,
But the heat of the sun rests on us all in Africa! !
Lanuages and religions,
With different countries to make up Africa;
And with many difficulties to unite as one,
Fior the 'African Unity' (AU) is still crawling like a baby.
Born a right-handed,
But today i am a left-handed;
All in the land of my muse to respect my identity,
But i will always respect the spirit of St. Louis.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kevin
To have seventy sons out of your many wives,
And to attain your kingdom through many plans;
But you've now gathered your children at Beth Millo,
And like the gold of your land.
Baal-Benth and the muse of your love,
Life is not all that easy at times!
But with worthless and reckless men and women among us,
So be very wise to respect nature my sweet Kevin.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Self Respect
Self respect is self love
Self respect provoke love for others
Self respect is GOD respect
Self respect is self norishing
Self respect is self control
Respect and love
Respect and praise
Respect and join
Respect and rejoyce
Respect and cellebrate
Respect and enjoy
For the love of god is respect.
poem by Nengovhela Murendeni
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Kleist
Drawbacks,
Hobbies;
My name is Kleist and i am ready for your love,
But your need the words of your mother to respect my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Two Little Boots
TWO little boots all rough an' wo',
Two little boots!
Laws, I's kissed 'em times befo',
Dese little boots!
Seems de toes a-peepin' thoo
Dis hyeah hole an' sayin' 'Boo!'
Evah time dey looks at you —
Dese little boots.
Membah de time he put 'em on,
Dese little boots;
Riz an' called fu' 'em by dawn,
Dese little boots;
Den he tromped de livelong day,
Laffin' in his happy way,
Evaht'ing he had to say,
'My little boots!'
Kickin' de san' de whole day long,
Dem little boots;
Good de cobblah made 'em strong,
Dem little boots!
Rocks was fu' dat baby's use,
I'on had to stan' abuse
W'en you tu'ned dese champeens loose
Dese little boots!
Ust to make de ol' cat cry,
Dese little boots;
Den you walked it mighty high,
Proud little boots!
Ahms akimbo, stan'in' wide,
Eyes a-sayin' 'Dis is pride!'
Den de manny-baby stride!
You little boots.
Somehow, you don' seem so gay,
Po' little boots,
Sence yo' ownah went erway,
Po' little boots!
Yo' bright tops don' look so red,
Dese brass tips is dull an' dead;
'Goo'-by,' whut de baby said;
Deah little boots!
Ain't you kin' o' sad yo'se'f,
You little boots?
Dis is all his mammy's lef',
Two little boots.
Sence huh baby gone an' died,
Heav'n itse'f hit seem to hide
Des a little bit inside
Two little boots.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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I'm Ready
Well I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
I am ready... a ready as anybody can be
I\'m ready for you
I hope you ready for me
Got an out of town pistol with the graveyard frame
It shoots tombstone bullets... wit da ball and chain
I\'m drinkin\' TNT... and smokin\' dynamite
I hope some schoolboy pick a fight
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Now listen...
All you pretty little chicks with\'chor curly hair
Know you feel like I ain\'t nowhere
But stop what\'chor doin\' honey... come over here
I\'ll prove it to ya baby that I ain\'t no square
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Now I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Look out...
Look out...
Well I been drinkin\' gin like never before
I\'m feelin\' so good... honey that\'s for sure
One more drink... honey I wish you would
Take a whole lotta lovin\' to make me feel good
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for...
A ready for...
A ready for...
Well I\'m ready for...
Oh baby...
You know I\'m ready for you
song performed by by Aerosmith
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