Sirphan
The shadow,
Your muse,
Your love;
To be born from many wombs and to use various combs,
But the bombs came falling on us!
And most of us are now buried in the tombs.
A shadow,
Your works,
Your words;
Wombs, combs, bombs, tombs! !
The forum,
The temples,
The colossus,
The catacombs;
But the baths were made for your use,
So, make yourselves clean before the laws! !
And like the muse of Sirphan my friend.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Be Very Patient
Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.
Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
So established are the two witnesses.
Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The time of trouble on this earth with our muses.
Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
We came out of the womb and,
Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
Our days of darkness from the womb!
We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
Soon, we will be buried in the tombs!
Womb, bomb, tomb;
Be very patient on this earth without hatred.
Lets be each others keeper,
Lets learn for the truth of all things;
Our days on this earth is still very short.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Like the Floods Upon the Dry Ground
From the wombs and into the world!
But with many bombs around mankind;
And like the joy of the muse of love with your partner,
But pour water upon him of her who is thirsty!
And like the floods upon the dry ground.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Viva Mas
Drop Bars not Bombs
Make Chai not War
Baseball not Bombs
Books not Bombs
Make Love not War
Drop Tuition Not Bombs
Blondes not Bombs
Beats not Bombs
Drop Class not Bombs
Make Art not War
Flowers not Bombs
Food not Bombs
Make Levees not War
Drop Seeds not Bombs
Bread not Bombs
Beauty not Bombs
Drop Television not Bombs
Make Solidarity not War
Build Trust not Bombs
Bring back Food
Boycott Banks
Bring Life not War
Make Tracks not War
and this is the way the long road Ends Not with a bang but a whimper
poem by Jerome Moore
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A Swinging Bridge
A swinging bridge,
My, love to you is like the muse of your act;
But the sun will rise on us always.
I love you and you love me,
But to whom is this sun shing up to?
For this life is all about us.
A swinging bridge,
And like the muse of joy!
But the bombs dropping on us now are like,
A paradise with a very dark shadow! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Srivastav
Electric,
Fornsic,
Genetic;
I know that you are very brilliant and,
I need your muse!
And like the sweet muse of your love.
The serpent,
Carried away!
But, the earth opened her mouth and swallowed the flood;
And the inhabitants didi watch.
Your love is so delicious to me!
Your act is so sweet to me,
Your muse is so lovely to me,
But, i am Srivastav with the muse of love;
And, i have some jobs for you to take care of.
So nice and so delicious! !
My works,
My words,
Your works,
Your words,
His works,
His words,
Her works,
Her words;
And like the sweet muse of love!
But the new ones are like a welcome message to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Early morning-Florence
the angel raised his head
sucked in rain
and framed in an archway unfurled his wings
shattered morning with his cries
and light from his eyes
burned deep into stone souls
wakened the dead
on walls
in tombs and wombs in catacombs
and the rooms of smart hotels
then hanging from an umbrella
came billowing down the street
a lady from Nebraska
laid Euros at his feet
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Knitted Well
The quality of this poem is knitted well!
Flow, low, below, blow, slow, cow, row;
Because,100 over 100 equals to 1.
The texture of this poem is knitted well!
Well, fell, bell, tell, hell, sell, cell, dell;
For we now see what is going on in Syria! !
War, tar, bar, star, car, gar, far, jar, mar, par;
With tangible images and tangible reasons,
And like a phenomenal man and a phenomenal woman!
But this war is killing many.
Clove, glove, prove, hove, strove, wove, stove;
And, what a nice poem that it is!
For, it is in it if,
It is with the muse of love!
And like the tender words of your muse,
But we now know what is going on in Syria.
100 over 100 is equal to 1!
But the poetry of life is always arouns us;
For the theme of this poem is fantastic! !
Bow, glow, how, vow, wow, grow, know;
And like the sweet muse of love.
Mow, now, sow, tow, throw, crow, show;
And like a nice image,
Shell, yell, jell, ell, quell, tell;
With its mystical muse like the melody of your music!
But the bombs are destroying everything.
Love, dove, drove, rove, shove, cove, grove;
With this superb peom to satisfy your muse,
But the poetry of life is always around us!
And we should find peace on earth always through this poetic life.
Sweet scent of freedom!
And like the modern songs in the land of your muse,
Because,100 over 100 equals to 1;
And this poem is knitted well,
But the poor moon weeps in the land of your muse because of this war!
When will these bombs stop falling on them? !
For the rich moon laughs in another land and,
The poor moon weeps in the land of Syria;
And the bombs are falling on them from every angle!
But, i do hope for peace in your land as well.
The philosopher,
Your choices,
The lessons,
Your actions,
And like my people being punished because of this war!
For, the mortal beings are now becoming immortal;
And, there are no graves to bury many of them.
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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You Need The Smoke Around
Honey combs from the trees!
Honey combs from the mountains!
Honey combs from the valleys!
Climbing up and down to get them;
But, you need the smoke around to lead you on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Spread My Words Of Peace
Nose, lose, whose, hose, dose, pose;
My mind will never be at rest because of you!
Dial, briar, vial, trial;
And like the bush-meat eaten in your lover's home!
But, why should you now throw bombs against us?
Stone temples of pilots,
The book of customary rites is now closer to you;
But, why should your bombs now fall on us?
The secret around us is now full of eyes but,
Our love is full of troubles on this earth as well! !
Because you've made destruction your friend in the land of unity;
But, try to spread my words of peace around the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Out Of Darkness
Darkness, end, den, ark, dark, Ken, near, ear, seas, snare, sand, sears;
But the streets are full of bombs! !
And the poeple are consumed in the graveyard of tombs.
Darkness, era, dear, read, dad, red, and, an, sake, naked, Dan, send, dress;
I came out of my mother's womb into the world with peace,
But you pressed your thumb on the bomb to kill many! !
And the graveyards are ow full of tombs,
But when will a light come out of this darkness?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Variations of Your Love
Righteous gift,
And like the variations of your love!
But the wing of your shadow reflected on the waters.
Life is like the natural features in the mirror of your muse,
But the Perfect Laws of Liberty are needed by us all;
So be the doers of the laws and not the hearers only,
For the natural features in the mirror are like the muse of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Did It For You
Tetteh loves tea and Kofi loves coffee!
But, i did it for you because i love you.
You love me and i love you,
And, this brings joy to the muse of the peace around us!
I did for you because i love you,
And, you did it for me because you love me.
Bombs of this world! !
It would be more peaceful for a man to live alone far away from civilization.
The shadow of death,
By the way od the sea!
In darkness,
But slow to anger and great in kindness.
A sign from heaven!
But, the sky is now red and threatening! !
And now, upon us the Light has shined;
So, be part of it and prepare yourself always for righteousness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Days
My days are but the tombs of buried hours ;
Which tombs are hidden in the piled years ;
But from the mounds there spring up many flowers,
Whose beauty well repays their cost of tears.
Time, like a sexton, pileth mould on mould,
Minutes on minutes till the tombs are high ;
But from the dust there fall some grains of gold,
And the dead corpse leaves what will never die-
It may be but a thought, the nursling seed
Of many thoughts, of many a high desire ;
Some little act that stirs a noble deed,
Like breath rekindling a smouldering fire :
They only live who have not lived in vain,
For in their works their life returns again.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Abortions Isn’t Health-care
Must one kill children healthy, hale,
If contraceptives were to fail?
Must parents murder children own,
And make the Maker Himself frown?
You need not protect unborn’s health,
But stop the gruesome killings stealth!
No human heart with humaneness
Could kill one’s offspring but caress.
The money wasted is so much;
The world shouldn’t lose its human touch;
This world belongs to unborn too!
Let unborn live like how you do.
Man does not live by bread alone,
But by the words uttered by God;
Don’t force the God of life to moan,
Inviting wrath that turns His rod!
When love of God has given life,
He’ll certainly not give more strife.
No man predicts the things to come,
Life’s woes, like joys, we must welcome.
Life can’t become a paradise
By families cut short in size;
Blessings from God decides success;
Children are living gifts precious!
Don’t kill your unborn children please;
Let fears of rearing in you cease;
Children are human resources;
Rose-plant must have many roses!
Why make the human wombs mere tombs,
When money’s poured to see the moon?
Innocent blood that’s spilt in wombs
Could make the nations accursed soon.
‘Let unborn children live, like you and me! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2009
poem by John Celes
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Bombay
'Bomb-Bay'!
Of the bomb attacks on the Hotels in Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay';
But, why should some people kill others?
Our body needs fuel than bombs,
This life needs peace than bombs,
So try to be a role model to others than killing them.
Don't force them to eat what they don't want to,
And don't throw bombs around to kill the people around you;
For, why should i congratulate you of your bomb attacks? ! !
Life is very peacefully so,
Live and let us live too!
And, why throw the bombs against others to kill them?
Bombs in Bombay,
Why should the sweet fragrance of your love be destroyed always?
Why should the negative people around us always carry along bombs?
For words cannot express my sorrow and,
I will never forget this day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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British Tea And Gaddafi's Coffee
1811,1911,2011;
Muse up with your mkind to know your history,
For the wars around us today cannot lead us in peace.
British Tea and Gaddafi's Coffee!
The bombs came falling as the bullets scattered around! !
And many dead bodies were rocorded;
But today, Gaddafi is dead and gone!
And like a recorded history with the muse of the mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Shadow Girl
My shadow girl,
The black canal is intended for you;
So allow me to regain my strength to lead you on,
For the waether condition is all that you need.
Result,
Paralysis,
Foreign objects,
Stability;
You're my shadow girl and,
I am the muse of your love!
So take the safety rules and guidelines of the laws to lead you on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Salia
Salia, your love to me is like the young boys and girls!
Of those who are naked around us and are having fun;
But in the name of lust they do swing along with their lives,
And i will be on foever on this muse of love together with you.
I will be the thinker of your love always,
And i will make you see the skies of true love;
For, i will be like the legacy left for you only on this love.
Salia my love,
Like the days of your youth with me as the new-born baby;
But life works on the righteousness of mankind.
I will be there always and i will obey your laws,
For death is the works of destruction.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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