Service
Burdensome service and heavy yoke,
You ought to support the weak and watch my muse;
For i have coverted no man's or woman's gold, silver or apparel!
And my stamina is all that gives me hope on this journey.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Derbe And Lystra
Why should hell break loose like this? !
Let your woman direct you,
Let your man share with you;
But abstain from things cooked with blood,
For true love is all about life.
To Derbe and Lystra,
For the lust we shared together some years ago are still fress in my mind! !
But you can easily dial my number today,
Because we fell off the ladder in those days!
To Neapolis,
I have coveted no man's silver, gold nor apparel;
But the medicine we drunk some years ago had protected me!
So come and take this young man to the commanding officer.
Take this young women to the doctor and,
Take this poem to your children;
For the lust we shared some years ago had brought in a baby,
And like the muse of your love today behind the coconut tree.
Great is the Goddess Artemis of the Ephesians,
But try to support the weak when you find one;
For the service you rendered some years ago have yielded some fruits.
Of a righteous reputation,
Like a poem with many legs!
Bt abstain from sexual impurities and bloodshed,
Because i have shown you all things! !
And i have written many poems for you;
But the carnally minded is death and, the spiritually minded is life and peace!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Betha Buah
The last i heard of you was in France,
And i do hope that you are still living over there.
Life is full of strings and you do need support always,
So try to do your best at all times;
For the muse of life is all about us.
Betha, I am the one you still have to remember;
For wisdom is better than silver and gold.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shes A Woman
(coverdale/marsden)
She got everything I need,
She makes me smile, she makes me bleed
cos shes a woman
She got the end, she got the means,
Shes in my heart and in my dreams
An it makes me cry I wanna make her mine
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old,
She shine like silver, burn like gold
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She got everything I need,
She got comfort, she got speed
Shes a woman, shes a woman
She do me bad, she do me good,
She got the gypsy in her blood
Cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old,
Shine like silver, burn like gold
Shes a woman, shes a woman
She got a fire in her eyes,
I know she sees through all my lies,
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
I know Im the danger zone
If I leave her all alone
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old,
Shine like silver, burn like gold
Shes a woman, woman,
Shes a woman, shes a woman
Shes a woman, woman,
Shes a woman
She got everything I need,
She make me smile, she make me bleed
Shes a woman, shes a woman
She got the end, she got the means,
She, make me shiver in my jeans
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old
She shine like silver, burn like gold
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
Shes a woman...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Unloading & Loading
*backbreaking, burdensome, exhausting, fatiguing, formidable, grueling, harsh, heavy, labored, laborious, murder, no picnic, onerous, painful, punishing, rigorous, rough, severe, strenuous, taxing, tiring, toilsome, tough, troublesome, trying, uphill
I left all the *burdensome goods in a street corner
And lit a cigarette non filter.
While sitting on the bus stop's wooden bench
I saw an old truck no number plate
Perhaps belongs to a junk yard
A young guy who loaded the ruins happily
For his endless journey,
And I took a fresh breath let going the giveaway!
to my friend of the journey Premji Premji in gratitude!
[The Buddha explained to one of his disciples Ananda who's watching the line of Ants crossing the path; 'Ananda you believe or not there are myriads of Kings and Rulers here in their previous births.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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To Him and Her
Swimming across was taking me
Those hills beyond has much hope there
The silver was like the Mediterranean cloud
From the sunset in the west the line was gold
I might have wept for the weak shoulder of him
Her fortune I would read on the lines of her lips
The silver lining had the truth revealed
To all is their share of happiness bestowed
My blessings would for them never end
Gold would be the simple ceremony of love
We may see the saga of life in symphony sung
Some drum beats to repeat the song again
Islamabad
12/4/2010
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Silver Is Metal Used To Kill Demon Souls
gold gold is the fever metal
for the love of gold shining in their eyes
men resort to violent base morals
gold lust will turn men's
hearts to savage beasts
gold is not a beautiful metal
of salvation
curse of death men's
gold haunts
generations of men
silver silver is redemption metal
thirty pieces of silver payment
price for betrayal of prophet Christ
in blood of Christ
silver is granted power over evil
silver is metal
used to kill demon souls
silver not gold
is salvation metal
with power to slay evil
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Legend Of The Angel
When God made the angels, not one of them knew how to fly.
They walked across Heaven not knowing all they could do.
God wanted to know how long it would take them to learn.
So He kept telling them to go to different parts of Heaven.
Off they went walking, walking, walking, walking, walking.
In time, one of the Lord's angels found out that he could run.
The archangels were completely shocked and they tried it.
Pretty soon, millions of angels were running across Heaven.
God smiled at them. We all have to start somehere, don't we?
God created a few upstairs' rooms in some of His palaces.
Wisely, the angels and the archangels walked up the stairs.
Even though they could run and run and run, they walked.
God smiled again, because He liked them to be careful...
As a reward, He transformed their wings into silver and gold.
The angels were amazed at these wondrous dazzling delights.
But, the thing is, silver and gold can be quite heavy at times.
Not one of the angels complained. Why offend the Father?
But, the thing is, silver and gold can be quite heavy at times.
After a bit, it got a bit too much for one of the smaller angels.
He was exhausted, huffing and puffing his way across Heaven.
The next time God called to him, he approached the Throne...
Father, could You take back Your silver and gold, please?
The Lord agreed and then the angel began to float in the air.
He flapped his wings nervously not knowing how to get down.
To his amazement, he started flying as the other angels stared.
This is so much easier than walking or running! He told them.
So they all asked God the Father to please let them fly as well.
All their silver and gold melted away and covered the streets.
As they didn't feel the need of these, they blessed Heaven instead.
From that day on, all of the angels could fly, it was so easy...
Then they understood why God had made some smaller angels.
He knew one of them would be tired out and had to ask for help.
Imagine if we had no setbacks, no weights to hold us down...
Alas, we haven't earned our wings yet, but maybe someday...
In the meanwhile, let's just feed the birds and watch them fly...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Before Kissing You
You don't want me anymore and i know that,
But i have to watch my steps before kissing you!
For the face of the moon and the face of the earth are before us,
And like an Africam woman in the land of your muse.
An African woman,
Stand up and prepare yourself like a woman!
An Ethiopian woman,
Out of the whirlwind to touch my heart;
But the attributes of your love is like war! !
And i have to watch my steps before kissing you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The single mother
The word bastard has lost its stigma.
Having child without marriage is no more a sin
Single motherhood has come as a welcome sign.
The yoke of marriage is dispensed with.
The word chastity has lost its meaning.
Having affairs is not construed as shame.
No need of pre or extra marital.
The yoke of commitment is dispensed with.
The word husband has lost its standing.
No need of a man to head a family.
Sex without obligation is his blessing.
The yoke of monogamy is dispensed with.
The word father has lost its identity.
The pleasure of servility is gone.
To work for posterity is stripped.
The yoke of sweat is dispensed with.
The word mother has retained its strength.
Pleasure of her identity is established.
Possessiveness of woman is not threatened.
The yoke of bondage is dispensed with.
Man and woman are as free as cave men.
Variety in sex keeps their lust feeding.
Want of companionship will doom their end.
The yoke of orphanage will soon threaten.
01.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Olympics 2012
Flu Theory of Failure
In the Olympics year of twenty twelve
Flu took gold in Australia.
With gold on the chest of the flu,
Silver was the best we could do-
Thus Silver's Gold, not A Failure.
Boo Hoo Hoo
Peculiar to
Australia,
The sulphur-crested cockatoo.
Other white Australians,
The lot of them are aliens,
Silver is their hue,
Will be Sally's too.
With gold on the chest of the flu,
Silver's the best she can do-
Her silver is gold, not a failure.
Castaway
I learnt in the Laser Class race
What function at the coal face
You could possibly qualify for
By sailing an ironing board.
Say Tom Hanks had been able to do it:
he'd have been off the isle in a minute,
His wife wouldn't have gotten so bored,
And we'd've been spared an hour or four.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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If I Had A Woman Like You
Orbison/dees
Hey young and innocent girl
You dont even know that Im around
One loving your world and he doesnt know what he has found
Oh, I need you so
But you wear a gold wedding ring
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
True, you love your man
You love him true like no one can
Uh, what I would do to be in be in his shoes but I understand
Youre beautifully bound
Tied up to loves silver chain
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
Twilight finds me alone
Midnight and Im on my own
I have numbers to phone but I dont have a woman like you
I dont have a woman like you
Lie, Id tell a lie
If I said I did not love you
I know very well why all of my dreams cannot come true
Here, I need you here
But you wear a clear diamond stone
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Black And Blue
You never call me, babe,
Until your man is gone,
I know it's you
When I pick up the
telephone.
You ask me how I am
And if I'm doing well,
When all you want from
me
Is just to ring your bell.
Take your time, we can
do some lines,
'Cos it's alright.
We can feel fine drinking
midnight wine,
'Cos it's alright.
Black and blue, black
and blue,
I said come over here,
baby,
And love me till I'm
black and blue.
You got the key to love
Dressed in your innocent
smile,
You know you touched
me baby,
So won't you stay for a
while.
And take your time, we
can do some lines,
'Cos it's alright.
We can feel fine drinking
midnight wine,
'Cos it's alright.
Black and blue, black
and blue,
I said come over here,
baby,
And love me till I'm
black and blue.
Black and blue, black
and blue,
I said come over here,
baby,
And love me till I'm
black and blue.
(Solo)
Take your time, we can
do some lines,
'Cos it's alright.
We can feel fine drinking
midnight wine,
'Cos it's alright.
Black and blue, black
and blue,
I said come over here,
baby,
And love me till I'm
black and blue.
Black and blue, black
and blue,
I said come over here,
baby,
And love me till I'm
black and blue.
I said come over here,
baby,
And love me till I'm
black and blue.
Black and blue...
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She's A Woman
She got everything I
need,
She makes me smile, she
makes me bleed.
'Cos she's a woman.
She got the end, she got
the means,
She's in my heart and in
my dreams
An' it makes me cry. I
wanna make her mine.
She ain't black, but, she
got soul,
She ain't young, she ain't
old,
She shine like silver, burn
like gold.
'Cos she's a woman,
she's a woman.
She got everything I
need,
She got comfort, she got
speed.
She's a woman, she's a
woman.
She do me bad, she do
me good,
She got the Gypsy in her
blood.
Cos' she's a woman,
she's a woman.
She ain't black, but, she
got soul,
She ain't young, she ain't
old,
Shine like silver, burn
like gold.
She's a woman, she's a
woman.
She got a fire in her eyes,
I know she sees through
all my lies,
'Cos she's a woman,
she's a woman.
I know I'm the danger
zone
If I leave her all alone.
'Cos she's a woman,
she's a woman.
She ain't black, but, she
got soul,
She ain't young, she ain't
old,
Shine like silver, burn
like gold.
She's a woman, woman,
She's a woman, she's a
woman.
(Solo)
She's a woman, woman,
She's a woman.
She got everything I
need,
She make me smile, she
make me bleed.
She's a woman, she's a
woman.
She got the end, she got
the means,
She, make me shiver in
my jeans.
'Cos she's a woman,
she's a woman.
She ain't black, but, she
got soul,
She ain't young, she ain't
old
She shine like silver, burn
like gold.
'Cos she's a woman,
she's a woman.
She's a woman...
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Gold Plated
I have used this watch for the past six years,
And i have changed the battery only once;
And like the muse of your love being seen by others,
But my watch is gold plated.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shackle
A pure gold ornament weigh in carats.
But I am scared to wear as the phobia
which rings always specially in nights
whether they kill me or rob
and hide me somewhere.
Though it's gold not very imperative
and a heavy garment for the journey.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Down-Hearted
Comfort the down-hearted and support the weak,
With the love of the truth and the love of your muse;
And glory and joy will be with you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Heavy On My Heart
try to fly away but its impossible
and every breath i take gives birth to deeper sighs
and fo a moment i am weak
so its hard for me to speak
even though we're underneath the same blue sky
if i could paint a picture of this melody
there would be a violin without its strings
and the canvas in my mind sings the songs i left behind
like pretty flowers and a sunset
chorus:
its heavy on my heart
i cant make it alone
heavy on my heart
i cant find my way home
heavy on my heart
so come and free me
its so heavy on my heart
ive had my share of pleasure and ive tasted pain
i never thought that i would touch an angels wings
theres a journey in my eyes
its getting hard for me to hide
like the ocean at the sunrise
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love
can you find me in the darkness?
and love
dont let me down
theres a journey in my eyes
its getting hard for me to hide
and i never thought that id touch an angels wing
ohhh...
chorus
song performed by by Anastacia
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Heir
The yoke of bandage and the children of the desolate,
Cast out the bonbwoman and her son!
For the children of she who has a husband will,
Have a son as the heir on the thrown! !
The south wind blew like the seed of the chosen one,
And i hope to see you soon by my kinsmen;
But do rescue the free woman as the sign of hope.
Of the danger met at sea and of the armour of light!
Peace is the mind at rest as compared to a wide open mouth;
For the farmer ought to sow in hope.
Asia, Bithyna, the Metropolis and the Adriatic Sea!
You are puffed up with pride without the heir;
But the farmer ought to sow in hope.
Man came from the clay and woman came from man,
But the heir is already noted among the children of women;
And the day comes when the bloom of your flowers will be exposed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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