Stateman
The Stateman is around you,
But being limited both locally and internationally is the muse of your love;
So on't hijack me with your love as at now,
For the unholy activities of this village are well known to us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ahinful
In the thick forest of my own village,
With the light from the moon to guide us on;
But, this valley is 12 feet wide! !
And like the muse of love in the land of many roses.
Stand, brand, and, strand, band, grand, land, Ireland;
And like the muse of love around a candle stand,
But this moon gives us light in the dark around this village.
Words!
Being with the muse of kindness;
Love!
Being with a child in this village;
Works!
Labouring in pain;
But near at hand to respect your muse! !
For, the light of the moon guides us on in this village.
Plan and scheme,
Hope and dreams,
Works and acts,
And, to secure a place! !
But, Ahinful my lover is still in the thick forest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It's important that we work very closely with moderate Muslim forces locally, nationally and internationally.
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An activist is one who is actively involved in creating community, whether that is locally in their neighborhood or internationally. It is an admirable quality.
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Online
On this earth,
Inline;
On this love,
Online;
And, it is all about men and women! !
For, nothing comes out of nothing;
And, something always comes out of something,
So, be very wise on this earth.
Qualm,
Quail,
If this thing went through it, why can't it go through the other one as well? !
For, something always comes out of something.
Love is faithful,
Love is unexpected,
Love is perfect,
Love is kind;
But your muse is for a limited time,
And like a small domain in the land of your sweet muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Vuph
Coat them with bee-wax, varnish and oil;
And i will be there to love you!
For the possibilities of your locally grown timber is part of my muse.
I am like the carpenter's toolbox and my name is Vuph,
And i have food and lodging for you on this love;
But you are here to fulfil your mission.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Koku
To be despondent,
To be active,
To love the muse when many are asleep;
But with sincere love we can solve out some difficulties among us.
Of the closeness of your love to my heart,
And of the sweet muse of your joy that it brings;
For you and i can make it work together,
And to be desperate like the joy of my heart!
I am Koku and you are my lover,
And of all the activities that we share together;
But with sincere love to crown the day!
For we can solve out the differences between us together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Raffael
The full vigour of your imagination and,
Of the beauty of your love in the land of peace;
But, you are the seasoned affection on my love.
Your name is Raffael and, i will drink and eat on this muse!
For you are like the romantic bush-meat in my village.
The bunches of fire-woods! !
Surprisingly noted within the muse of your love;
And like the sun's ray of love from the Western Sky,
But, let me tell 'Maami Abaa Yaa' thart, you are my lover.
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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Hijack My Heart
Words and music by queen
Just walking down the street one cloudless sunny day
Just minding my business thinking my thoughts
Nothing much to say
When suddenly I got hit
Imagine my suprise
Your smile came up and zapped me right between the eyes
Id never seen anything to compare with your smile
Id never seen anything that came within miles
My heart got hijacked by you
Stuck in the traffic
Stuck at the lights what do I see
Some stupid bimbo in a fast car next to me
She takes off
Imagine my disgust
Like a bat out of hell
I get to eat her dust
I never had known anything to compare with her laugh
Id never known anything that counted by half
My heart got hijacked by you
Hijack my heart
Hijack my heart
Steals my heart
Hijack my heart
Hijack my heart
Look at the cities
Look at the streets what do you see
Look at the faces look at the people they all want to be
Suddenly hit by something they dont get to choose
It comes out of nowhere
Right out of the blue
Id never seen anything to compare with your smile
Id never seen anything that came within miles
My heart got hijacked by you
Hijack my heart
Now you really got a hold on me
You hijacked my heart
Dont you know you wont let me be
Stole my heart
Threw away the key
Oooee baby whats become of me
You hijacked my heart
Now you really got a hold on me
Hijack my heart
song performed by by Queen
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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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Zebrudayah
Acah, Zeruyah, Zebi and Zebrudayah!
Friends of love to share the muse of peace;
And like the rats in the holes who want to take a rest,
Because this is the day for you and i want to swing on your muse of love.
I know your abode and you know my muse,
But you are turning things upside down like the potter's clay!
And you know the truth on this muse of love,
But when it comes to love, be esteemed like the strong forest! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sankofa
Tell me,
What occurs to you after sex?
And like how you spent the night with a prostitute;
But, you can still entice me with your love because,
This world is full of ups and downs!
I am walking to the hill that faces Hebron,
But, you are still making love with Delilah! !
And the village next to you now is called 'Sankofa'.
You lulled me to sleep with my head on your lap,
And i am now blinded because of this love;
But your sex wax is now like the flax that is set on fire! !
However, in the middle of the night you woke me up.
In the cleft of the rock,
In the middle of the night,
In the land of roses with the aroma of your muse!
And with the tip of my staff touching your heart;
because, a fleece of wool was on the threshing floor.
You did it in the night with me,
And i was filled with the bowl of your lovely muse;
But this bowl of water is like the songs of love,
And, i finally saw your face! !
But, let me go before the day breaks on us,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nasigri
Your temper is as bad as a man with whitlows,
But i am here to show you the way to doing things with love and care;
for a man og honour doesn't need to fight,
And like the sense of maturity in the land of your muse.
I am here to show you the way of love and sincere care,
So lean on me and let me help you with the sweet muse of my mind;
For, we are all the victims of the circumstances on this earth,
And i know how the river feels when it enters the sea!
But, the night is still young in this village called Nasigri.
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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Emell
This muse of love is like how to write a song,
This muse of care is like how to write a poem,
This muse of peace is like how to write a stroy,
This muse of joy is like how to write a book,
But, i am now delivered with the muse of your love!
Because, i now live in the land of your muse and,
You are called Emell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dvd
Diving tino your love with the violet light that muses!
Veronica my love;
But, try to download the sweet muse of my love to enhance your status.
On the riverside,
Along with the muse of the land of your joy! !
But, try to take along your DVD;
For, this muse of love is all that you need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In A Garden
I am living in a garden where the sun comes peeping at me,
But with a dolorous pitch to manage my affairs in peace;
And like a warm summer day,
But its tone could reach out to the rich and poor when activated! !
High on Saint Micheal's Mount,
And like Caesar's eagle shield;
But like the fair maids on the purple sea,
Where my love was guided with the muse of peace.
Wipe your tears and come to me,
For this garden is like where pride sits secure;
But at the earliest twilight i will be with you!
Because your tears must stop on these waves where,
The muse of love is guided with peace, care and unity.
From hill to hill,
From tower to tower,
From village to village,
From town to town,
From city to city,
From country to country,
But the wealth of my city's fair must encourage you all;
So sing high the praise of love in this garden,
And to gaze at me with the wings of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Historically Speaking
Why am I 'not' making attempts,
To participate locally...
With my creative attributes?
Let's see.
How best can I respond to that?
I would love to!
However...
My ancestors used gaslamps,
And initiative to light their way!
I see no reason to follow in their footsteps.
Their activities have historically been implanted.
There is nothing they've done,
I wish to recreate.
Their sweat has brought me here to do my own thing.
And when 'my' reach is circumvented by my own folks,
Insisting I do a Step n' Fetchit...
To identify my loyalty to my ethnicness?
Well...
There is a misunderstanding going on.
Plus,
Identities are not as enriched as they should be.
And...
Historically speaking and from my perspective,
I wish I had another lifetime to give!
But I don't.
So I will not be retreading the traced steps,
Of those I know who have been trailblazers.
I have been blessed to do that on my own.
In my way.
And in my time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Crowing of the Roosters
Come to the village
and listen to the crowing roosters
up the branches of the trees
announcing the breaking
of a bright new day.
Come to the village
Walk the miles of the road
Have a pause from the roaring buses,
The dazzles on the streets
And the endless list of activities.
Come to the village
And learn from the roosters
Resting on the silent trees
Communing with nature
And speaking to man and woman
The great early morning of peace.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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The 7th Edition Of My Love
This poem is about the muse of your love,
But many will still wonder why?
Because i was in the bush last night and i saw your tears.
The dog became a god and the rat became a tar!
But war was very raw on your side;
And to leap for joy was like the peal of your muse.
I saw you tears yesterday,
But you can't repel the leper and come to me;
For the heavens know who i am,
But this poem will say it all.
This poem is about the muse of your love,
But what have they done to you my love? !
For i have seen the tears in your eyes.
I have now won the race and,
I will come and save you from this cold;
So put your clothes on without any clues on my muse,
For this era of your love is like the net over ten houses!
But i need a nap for you to use the pan on my stove.
The gel is now on your left leg,
And the dam is now visited by a mad man;
But a man at war is like the sorrows of your muse.
This is the 7th Edition of my love,
But i will come and save you from the heat!
And like shiny leaves with sharp points,
But try to abide in me and live with me in my abode.
Abreast yourself to the matters of love,
And leave your door ajar and let me meet Raja my friend;
For the anagram of my life is all about you,
Because Elvis lives in the land of your muse!
Append to my works to enhance your love,
But things around you are like the era of war!
So live up to the expectations of this poem,
And i will be there to save you with my sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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