Shaalabbin
Their vines are like the vines of Sodom and,
Their fields are like the fields of Gomorrah!
But try to learn from this muse if,
You are a woman who has not slept with a man before.
Their wine is like the dragon's poison and,
Their drink is like the venom of asps!
But do learn from this muse if only if,
You are girl who has not slept with a man before.
The water of purificationis not far from us,
And like the chariots and the horsemen around;
But life is always like the form of a female sheep.
You came and made love to me and never came back again,
But try to listen to the echoes of my voice oh world;
Because i am from the entrance of Alaska and,
My name is Shaalabbin.
She must be relieving herslf in the inner room,
For she is an exceptionally fat woman;
And i am sitting in my private chamber of love waiting.
I am waiting for my lover and my name is Shaalabbin,
But you are the left-handed man with the double-edged sword;
So come and show me the entrance of the city of love if only,
You care for me like the joyful nudes of beautiful women
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eddy
Of your handsome appearance,
Of your loyalty in the name of love;
And this had made all women to love you.
Eddy my love, come and lie with me tonight;
For my bed of roses is waiting for you.
I am in love with you my handsome man,
And my heart is merry with wine because of your love;
So come into my room and make love to me.
My love is as fine as the dust of the earth,
And i want you on this love;
So come and take care of me with your sweet love.
Lie down beside me and keep me warm my sweet lover,
For i am very cold and lonely;
But life is like each man on his mule and,
Each woman on her donkey!
Come and let me taste your nakedness,
For your love is by the Habour River;
Like a 330 kilogram man who marries a 70 kilogram woman.
Of your handsome appearance,
And to swing the muse of love so sweet;
For my love is like poems written for matured minds.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In And Out Of Love
In and out of love with these women that come and go.
I'm no longer looking for the woman of my dreams,
But I am waiting patiently for a woman,
The right woman, to come to me,
To love me and never let me go,
So I can be the man to make her dream come true,
With God, and the love God gives me.
God's love is all I need, but God knows me,
What I want is to share this love,
This love from The Heavens above
With the one woman that makes me her number 1,
The woman that stands by me with nothing but love,
Forever and always,
I shall love her with God's love for all of eternity,
Like the rest of the women that have came into my life and left without Reason,
What they lost, will be found by the one who deserves it,
And my love will be with the woman who earns it,
Until then God's love is all the love I need,
And my love for right the woman, shall wait...
For the perfect woman,
And for the perfect time and place.
poem by Gabriel Mize
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Private Girl
I am the private girl that you are looking for,
And i am very sweet and beautiful!
But i have the tears of love within me,
Because i am lonely without a lover.
The gift of life,
And the gentle tenderness of the muse;
For you will be my sweetest thing when,
You do call on me tonight.
I am hungry for love and,
Of the beautiful blessings bestowed on you;
For you are like the herb's bearing seed within me.
You are very friendly and amusing,
And i am very lonely and waiting;
For i am the private girl next door but,
With sparkling beautiful eyes to touch your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Provisions
Oil, wine and some fruits;
And to reassure your sweet love with my muse!
But i met you in am open field last night,
And i will look after you with my love.
Provisions and gifts,
In the open fields of love and care;
But i will surely deliver you with my love,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.
Provisions, soon, son, sons, vision, visions, in, pin, poor!
And all around with the muse of your love;
But write down the words that i have spoken to you in a book,
For my joy is like the muse of the rainbow seen around.
Provisions, on, no, pros, sin, sins, ion, ions, is, in, pins!
But the life of a hunter is like the life of your muse;
And like the joy of your love as seen around,
Because i am ever ready to share my mind with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Introducing... Me!
I am the woman who was the girl who thought she was alone.
The same girl that pretended to be the life of our group to stay on top.
The girl who was everyone's friend even though I did not like myself very much.
I was the girl who thought that love only came in one form.
So I used it to my advantage and ended up scorned.
I was the girl that found herself in trouble too deep to be fished out.
I was the girl who grew up too fast with no way out.
I had to grow, so that I might learn to be the mother I needed to be.
I was the girl who was a child-mother with only my own mother there for me.
The girl who was afraid to pout who had to be always brave.
The girl who felt as if I never got but only gave.
I was the girl who made all her own choices and stood up to take responsibility.
I was the girl who told the world how dare you judge her because of me.
Now I am the woman who, will fight the very devil for my childrens lives.
I fought him for two of my babies and won, my fourth in God's arms lay.
I am the woman who will stand up and shout for what I believe.
The woman who learned the hard way there is no reprieve.
I am the woman who finally learned how to love herself.
And in doing so found true love at last.
I am the woman who is the life of the party now.
The woman that has few real friends, but they matter more then they did then.
I am the woman who can cry and know it will be alright.
I am the woman who can say,
I am beautiful today.
If not for one woman who was there to help show me how.
I would not be the woman standing here now.
My Mother is the woman in me who I long to be.
My Mother is the woman I emmulate and hope my girls will come to be like.
She is stronger then Breast Cancer. Stronger then Divorce.
Stronger then all the trials I put her through.
If she were not here today what would I do?
poem by Lydie Mathers
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Virginity
Be careful now and drink no wine or strong drink,
For you will conceive and bear a son soon;
But let me alone for two moons so that,
I may go and wander on the hills to bewail my virginity.
She was a virgin but,
What is sweeter than honey?
She was a woman and,
You have to take care of her before the sun goes down;
For you've used my heifer and her love and,
You should now allow me to go into my bride.
Of the bridal chamber of love and,
Of the muse of your history around the town;
And like hundred foxes tied tail to tail together,
But i may still go and wander to bewail my virginity.
Olive groves and the flame of love,
Have you seen what the Romans have made out of you? !
And they raised their voices and wept,
For you've used her and used my heifer.
Can i find honour in your eyes my love?
For you've saved my life on this love;
And of the sword and bow that laid beside you,
But prepare me a table and let me eat tonight.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Reverse Each Word
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
For a 'pot' becomes the 'top' and the 'dog' becomes a 'god'!
But the 'loop' of your joy is like this 'pool' around us.
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
For the 'pan' in your hand will make you take a 'nap' on my love!
And like a 'ton' of your expected cargo which is still 'not' in.
Try to learn if you want to and,
try to laugh if you are in the mood!
For you have promised me your sweet love,
But the 'bat' on your tree is like the 'tab' in your room.
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
For the word 'no' becomes 'on' like the light which is on!
And 'stop' the 'pots' from falling because,
I have 'won' the race which you set before me and 'now' it is your turn.
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
Because i know what i 'saw' in your room!
Since i 'was' there to be part of the game being played,
But the 'mug' on your table was like the sweet 'gum' given to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Blue Magic
The blues of love with the blue magic,
And like a better sleep in the room of your lover;
But let the realities of love bath you all day long.
Mine, dine, line, nine, fine, tine, vine, cine, sine, pine, wine;
And like the bed of roses that you slept on last night!
But the ideal care of your muse is all that you need beside your lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Son
My son,
Heed to my muse and learn my words;
My son,
Listen to my words and learn from my muse;
For, you need the deeds of your father to grow up.
Low, sow, flow, grow, mow, throw, tow, marrow, row, slow, wow!
For you need the deeds of your father to move on;
But, learn how to respect others as well.
Now, bow, blow, brow, allow, pillow, wallow, arrow, willow, how? !
For the wages of sin is death;
And, you need to learn from the positive aspects of life only.
Crow, cow, show, prow, vow, yow, swallow, fellow, follow, glow!
Only with the muse of the positve characters of life;
So, listen to my words and learn from my muse.
Try to overcome the needs of life by feeding your brain with love,
And move on to achieve your positive goals in life;
For, not all that glitters around you is gold.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Water into wine
Once upon a time,
Jesus, who called himself the true vine,
turned water into wine
in an act of love.
All over the world, right now,
a million grape vines
are performing the same miracle
slowly; silently; aided by the sun;
their roots, like farmers, coal or diamond miners,
searching in the earth
for the most precious;
it doesn’t hit the headlines
but who dares say
a patient, silent, unsung love
is any less a miracle?
Who dares say that grape vines
do not seek and love
their beautiful perfection?
miracles, an act of love;
love, that miracle unearned –
what may we do to earn, to drink,
that wine of Love, but love?
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[with a bow to Hafiz]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Walking In Truth
There is no fear in true love,
And greater is He who is in you;
For the forgotten sheaf should be left for the poor.
Do not kindnap anyone,
For true love is all about us;
LIke those things that you have to learn from one another.
Walking in truth is like the gold tried in fire,
And to share with others is like the nose with a nosering;
But do cover the shame of your nakedness.
The faces of men and woman,
The smoke in the pit;
But i am walking in the truth to overcome the doctrine of Balaam.
There is no fear in love,
So stand with my mind and learn with my muse;
For i am a writer with the ink of true love.
Stand by me like hair of men,
Learn my muse like the hair of women,
And like the morning star out of the bottomless pit.
Clear as crystal and pure as the fountains of water!
Her grapes are fully ripe on my love.
Oh that she could redeem me from the earth,
Like one of the Lamb's wives who sits like a queen;
For there is no fear in true love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rokia
Why did you not come to my my lover? !
For the money stayed with me like,
Baal and Baalam in the land of your muse.
Why did you not come to me my lover? !
For i have been waiting all night long at the gaste of love;
But, Adonim and Elohim have eaten up the minds of your neighbours.
I have thrity donkeys in thiry cities! !
So come and stay with me my love and let me introduce them to you;
For you are very beautiful to behold oh my sweet Rokia!
And like the hairy garment all around you in the land of your sweet muse.
You are like the giraffe and the zebra in the land of my joy!
And likke the muster of this love in the thick forest;
But, you are now sitting under the palm tree alone waiting for me;
All the same, blow the trumopet of love and let me take you in,
For i have now seen the evidence of your virginity.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nancy
I am at the entrance of the valley of love,
But whose daughter is this girl? !
I am the entrance of love with a joyful song of flute and tambourines,
But i do love her like myself.
Oh Nancy, love and kindness will lead you everywhere!
And, understanding and patience will always lead you too.
Nancy, you are the only forest on top of this mountain;
And anywhere in the world we will swing on this love forever.
The message of love is what i bring to you and,
Somewhere in this forest is your sweet love hidden;
For your love is like an alloted time to me.
I am at the entrance of your sweet love and,
I will not shoot anyone in this forest;
For this sweet love is all that i have between you and i.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Marry A Poet
The great seasgull is now in the sky! !
Fantasy;
But, you are at the seaside waiting for your lover because,
You want to marry a poet.
Arts and nature!
Love is in the air;
Because, everything around us are part of the beauty of nature! !
And like the sweet muse of love to educate the mind.
Imagination,
Life,
Peace and love;
But you are ready to learn from everybody and,
You want ot marry a poet!
And, this poem is for you my love.
How lovely is your heart?
How lovely is your muse?
How lovely is your mind?
For, the great seagull in now in the sky! !
And, you are at the seaside waiting for your lover because,
You want to marry a poet.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Revelations II
The revelations of your past,
And the number of deaths around you!
But try to learn like the ant,
For the muse of love is all that we need on this earth.
Nature oh nature! !
Who can control it as it occurs? !
And like the moon's light shining in the pool of love;
But try to learn like the ant.
I flow like aqua when it comes to love,
But it takes more than sex to have a sound relationship;
And the muse of love is that we need on this earth.
Love is sharingut not giving,
And gold cannot buy this type of love!
Because, life is one big road with lots of signs;
But try to learn like the ant.
In the throes of life,
Love is straight from the heart! !
And money cannot buy true love;
But try to learn like the ant around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Soul Partner
Where are you my soul partner?
I've never heard from you for some time now,
And i still remember the last time our naked bodies met.
It is all about your muse and my name,
it is all about your love and my care,
And to work on the vineyards and the fields of love!
But the shackles will be rembered always.
At last, you are only eight day old away;
And of your love between the two walls!
With the fallen grapes being kept aside for you.
You are my world and my words of peace,
Oh my soul partner, where are you? ! !
For i am now sitting here on a horse without a name,
Waiting till the day that we will meet again;
Because you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Treat Your Woman Right
It saddens me to see
how some men treat their woman so unfair
they neglect them completely
as if they didn't care
while she's waiting at home
they're out having an affair
believing all his lies
she is totally unaware
Some men expect their woman
to do everything they say
if something is not done right
their temper flares up right away
some think they have the right to dominate
a woman is not your slave
she's your partner, your lover, your mate
She will make mistakes ofcourse
she's only human you know
no need to yell, hit or curse
patience and understanding
is the way to go
some men use their woman only for pleasure
no regard about how they feel whatsoever
some men enjoy making their woman feel like dirt
they never take the time to see what she is really worth
Some men take their woman for granted
making her feel neglected and rejected
left out and not being wanted
some men never tell their woman
how beautiful she looks
Nor appreciate the little things she does
Or compliment her on how well she cooks
some men never make their woman feel special
like she is the one and only
they don't spend quality time
so she won't get lonely
Make your woman happy
don't make her cry
learn to value the water
before the well runs dry
hold on to her really tight
don't let her slip away
it doesn't hurt to treat your woman right
'I love you' would be a nice thing to say
poem by Paul Adolphus
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Mayer
She was the only one that i ever slept with,
And now she is hunting me like a thief! !
But she is my one and only.
She could be seen everywhere with thwe muse of love,
But always naked and bare on the hills of love;
And she is the only one for me.
Mayer my love,
Please cover yourself and come down from the hill;
For you are the only one i have ever slept with,
And i am ready to care for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spokesman
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
Because, the muse of my African Stew tastes different from yours!
And, it is infused with a special ingredient from the African Soil.
I am the muse that you are reading and,
I am the African Child with my words so sweet! !
And like the love of your mind without the wars around you;
Because, i am always for the peace of this world.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I am presenting the muse of my mind from Africa to educate you;
For, mankind had now made more amumunitions for war!
But, we really don't need them when, we talk about peace on this earth.
Listen and look for peace around you always,
Learn and care for others around you always,
For education is not always about degrees! !
Because, the very professors are the very ones who made these weapons of war.
The African Spokesman is what i am,
Along the streets of Africa and around the hiding places of the ghettoes!
For, i have seen many things in my life and, i have more to tell to you;
But, like the colours of the rainbow,
We need to love each other in the name of the colours that nature gave us.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
But, if you listen very carefully, you will feel the muse of my love around you!
Because, this world is now being captured by the weapons of war than peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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