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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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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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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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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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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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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Of Sheer Love
Fabulous,
Fantastic!
Exquisite composition;
My own feeble effort,
Your own feeble effort,
His own feeble effort,
Her own feeble effrot,
And on demand like the pleasures around us! !
But, i will expose my love to you under the mango tree.
To you,
To me,
To him,
To her,
To us! !
And, from the heart;
Of sheer love,
But, under the trees to expose my love to you.
Cattle, battle, wattle, rattle, tattle;
Love the one who loves you and love the one who hates you! !
And like the magic hands of peace across the Queen's land,
But, try to understand my mind in the land of your muse.
Of sheer love,
Forward, backward, ward, reward, afterward;
For, i now understand who you are,
But, under the mango tree i will expose my love to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kryzer
How big is my land to make you merry?
How big is your land to make me merry?
And like the passions of a mystic touch;
But, you are the one for me!
And i will always look for you.
Cattle, battle, rattle, tattle, wattle;
Jumping out of the dark to meet the light!
And, blessed are you who gave me love;
For, you came along with Kryzer your friend to knock at my door.
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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Nettey
Activities,
Programme,
Dubbed,
Turmoil;
But in the Holy Land with the words of peace,
For it is only a fool who leans upon his or her own folly!
Embrace,
Explained,
Fore most,
Stressed!
And like a merchant ship on your shore of love;
But i am Nettey in land opf your muse with peace and love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Saddle
Saddle, addle, sad, add, deal, dad;
But, on the same day with your muse! !
From me and, to you;
For, the alter split apart and,
The ashes poured out from the alter.
Saddle, lead, lad, led, seal, sea, ale, dead;
And of your high places! !
But, she cried out for mercy!
And, like the muse of your offerings.
A son shall be born in your house as a sign! !
Because, the gift of peace had bbeen offered to you;
And, you need to saddle on to the land of joy.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stakeholders
Stakeholders, leads, sore, sad, set, toe, toes, doe, does, held;
And like the stakeholders in the land of your muse!
But my joy will always be with you.
Stakeholders, stake, take, sake, tea, eat, ate, as, at, hold, holders;
But with care in the land of your muse!
For your lovely words were heard by all,
And like a dove flying up high.
Stakeholders, holder, sear, rat, rats, star, stars, shoe, shoes, dares!
And like tow lovers in the land of joy;
But try to remember your words and fulfil your dreams.
Stakeholders, tar, tars, era, ear, are, ears, see, sees, seer, sea, seers;
For the days are now closing up on your muse,
And like the joy of your works in the land of plenty!
But try to be in peace with the people around you.
Stakeholders, seas, old, older, sold, told, rode, teak, dear, read, red;
With the joy of your muse in the land of beautiful roses!
But try to understand my status as well,
And like Romeo and Juliet.
Stakeholders, shares, so to doers, dare, reads, dears, deer, reed, he;
And like the way of life in the land of peace,
But i am the one who want to direct you to my home of joy!
Stakeholders, reeds, steak, dole, sole, she, had, led, ore, roes, read;
And like the romance of love in a peaceful place,
But i am very glad to have you back at last.
Stakeholders, skate, Kate, sate, date, sat, seat, her, share, here, hears;
But with joy and peace to crown the day,
And like the days of lovely flowers to represent your muse.
Stakeholders, hoe, seats, sets, lead, hoes, sears, dates, hear, do!
With love and care in the land of your muse,
But try to do your best always to let the world go round in peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Creative Mind!
Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?
Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.
Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.
Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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100,000 Days Of Love
I need it from you,
So give it to me!
And like 100,000 days of love in the land of your muse;
But, when will you allow me in?
Yazoo River,
In the land of my muse and with the mind of peace;
But where is the beginning and the end of this river?
Because, crossing over this river is my dearest dream!
And like 100,000 days of love in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Papa
Papa, this is your son writing to you from a very strange land;
There is air on this land but with the floating minds that muses,
And of the power of love and the power of the muse that it brings.
I have been able to live here for many years and,
I have taken your words and i am now myself over here.
This is a very strange land with no air,
But your words had taken me in that far;
For up and close and personal is the muse that the land shares.
I am living on this strange land with my lover,
But my heart will grow on to fulfil my dreams;
Papa, it is all coming back to you now!
For your words are my weapons over here to muse up with others.
The immortality of the mortals seems far from this dream,
And i will always do my best to get you the news from here always;
But if the walls could talk, they could have told you much already.
I will give up on this dream and,
Living in this strange land will be my weapon ahead;
For, i left home to be able to satisfy you people as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Equal Sacrifice
Thus of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce
In a golden case with a golden lid,
To carry the same to the Holy Land;
By which we see and understand
That that was the place to carry a heart
At loyalty and love's command,
And that was the case to carry it in.
The Douglas had not far to win
Before he came to the land of Spain,
Where long a holy war had been
Against the too-victorious Moor;
And there his courage could not endure
Not to strike a blow for God
Before he made his errand sure.
And ever it was intended so,
That a man for God should strike a blow,
No matter the heart he has in charge
For the Holy Land where hearts should go.
But when in battle the foe were met,
The Douglas found him sore beset,
With only strength of the fighting arm
For one more battle passage yet-
And that as vain to save the day
As bring his body safe away-
Only a signal deed to do
And a last sounding word to say.
The heart he wore in a golden chain
He swung and flung forth into the plain,
And followed it crying 'Heart or death!'
And fighting over it perished fain.
So may another do of right,
Give a heart to the hopeless fight,
The more of right the more he loves;
So may another redouble might
For a few swift gleams of the angry brand,
Scorning greatly not to demand
In equal sacrifice with his
The heart he bore to the Holy Land.
poem by Robert Frost
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Anja
A man kills his wife, two sons and himself!
Living in a land called 'Münsterland' like a Monster's Land;
But, what can we now do about it?
For, many are really disturbed in this life! !
However, we need true love in this life from each other to move on.
My love to you is like the outskirts of Axim!
And my name is Anja with this muse of love towards you;
But to learn to do the positive things always is like the muse of peace,
And, my love to you is like the Mississippi River in the land of your joy!
The truth about life is peace and love,
The truth about love is with care and unity,
And like the aroma of peace in the land of beautiful flowers!
But, hatred led a man to kill himself and his family in 'Münsterland'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Love This Land Australia
I love this Land Australia of gum and wattle tree
This vast and sunlit Continent is home from home for me
And though I come from a distant Land when I have had my day
Than underneath Australian soil where better place to lay.
I love this Land Australia home of the kangaroo
Of echidna and wombat, platypus and cockatoo
Of lorikeet and rosella, koala, possum and emu
And other unusual birds and animals as I've mentioned just a few.
I like Australian people if poor man make good they say
The man he is a battler, good on him anyway,
In Land of wedge tailed eagle there's rooom to spread one's wings
And in the lucky country the battler is a king.
I love this Land Australia it's home from home for me,
Home of the kookaburra and gum and wattle tree
And bell bird and bell magpie who through the Winter sing
A Winter oft times milder than Ireland in the Spring.
I love this Land Australia of sunshine and bird song
And with each passing day my love for this great Country grow more strong
And though I come from a distant Land when I have had my day
Than underneath Australian soil where better place to lay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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