Stella
The mortar is not yet dried up but,
The pistol is still hanging up in the air!
For your life is between sleep and walking.
Oh Stella!
How long should i be without you?
The sweets from Africa and the sweets from my home,
With no manicure, pedicure or 'pencilcure'.
Oh Stella!
Your love is all that i do have now because,
The beautiful ones are not yet born.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown
A strife is grown between Virtue and Love,
While each pretends that Stella must be his:
Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love, do this
Since they do wear his badge, most firmly prove.
But Virtue thus that title doth disprove:
That Stella (oh dear name) that Stella is
That virtuous soul, sure heir of heav'nly bliss,
Not this fair outside, which our hearts doth move;
And therefore, though her beauty and her grace
Be Love's indeed, in Stella's self he may
By no pretense claim any manner place.
Well, Love, since this demur our suit will stay,
Let Virtue have that Stella's self; yet thus
That Virtue but that body grant to us.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Stella Blue
All the years combine, they melt into a dream,
A broken angel sings from a guitar.
In the end theres just a song comes cryin up the night
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years.
Stella blue. stella blue.
When all the cards are down, theres nothing left to see,
Theres just the pavement left and broken dreams.
In the end theres still that song comes cryin like the wind.
Down every lonely street thats ever been
Stella blue. stella blue.
Ive stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, cant win for trying.
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time,
Gonna make them shine, shine
It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free,
Theres nothing you can hold, for very long.
And when you hear that song come crying like the wind,
It seems like all this life was just a dream.
Stella blue. stella blue.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Stella And Flavia.
Stella and Flavia, ev'ry Hour,
Unnumber'd Hearts surprize:
In Stella's Soul lies all her Pow'r,
And Flavia's, in her Eyes.
More boundless Flavia's Conquests are,
And Stella's more confin'd:
All can discern a Face that's fair,
But few a lovely Mind.
Stella, like Britain's Monarch, reigns
O'er cultivated Lands;
Like Eastern Tyrants, Flavia deigns
To rule o'er barren Sands.
Then boast, fair Flavia, boast your Face,
Your Beauty's only Store:
Your Charms will ev'ry Day decrease,
Each Day gives Stella more.
poem by Mary Barber
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Your Home Is In My Heart (Stella's Love Theme) (feat. Chante Moore)
[Mike:] Don't be afraid, love has no age.
[Chorus 1:] Even from across the sea (so far across the sea)
I can hear you calling me (baby come to me)
Destiny controls the air (no matter where you are)
Dream and dare to love again (your home is in my heart)
[Verse 1:]
[Nate:] I know the way I feel bout you won't pass, yes it's going to last and stand the test of time.
[Shawn:] So your search for love is about to end. Your future hold, a place where true love begins.
[Mike:] I'll be right there.
[Shawn:] Even
[Repeat Chorus 1]
[Verse 2: ]
[Shawn:] Take a romantic journey, just start in the beginning, you won't no where you're going til you're there.
[Nate:] Is it just physical or is it lasting love, please don't give up, we won't know unless we try.
[Ad Libs:]
[Shawn:] So Far
[Repeat Chorus 1]
[Tag:] Mike talking: Oh Love that's what dreams are made of, love is all you have, you need me baby
Don't be afraid (don't be afraid, don't be afraid) to love (to love, to love) to love
[Chorus 2:] Even from across the sea (so far across the sea)
I can hear you calling me (I hear you calling me)
Destiny controls the air (no matter where you are)
Dream and dare to love again (your home is in my...)
[Chorus 3:] So far away (far across the sea) I can hear you calling me (My Stella's calling me)
[Wanya overlapping:] Stella, Stella
Destiny controls the air (no matter where you are)
Dream and dare to love again (your home is in my heart)
Oh Oh OOOOOh
[Ad Libs [Overlapping]]
[Mike:] Stella, no matter where you are, no matter how far you go...
[Wanya:] Stella
[Mike:] I'll be there.
[Wanya:] Stella
[Shawn:] And ever
[Chante:] Forever baby
[Wanya:] Stella
[Chante:] Forever baby
[Shawn:] And ever
[Nate:] Ohhhh
[Wanya:] Stella
[Shawn:] And ever
[Nate & Wan:] Ohhhh--OOOOOh
[Shawn:] And ever
[Wanya:] You mean the world to me
[Chante:] I love you baby
[Shawn:] I love you so much baby
[Wanya:] I love you
[Chante:] Baby I love you
[Wanya:] I love you, I love you
[Chante:] Baby I love you
[Wanya:] I love you
[Shawn:] Now I realize you are my everything
[Wanya:] Stella
[Chante:] My everything
[Shawn:] Yeah
[Wanya:] Ohhhhh
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'd From Stella
When I was forc'd from Stella, ever dear
Stella, food of my thoughts, heart of my heart;
Stella, whose eyes make all my tempests clear,
By iron laws of duty to depart:
Alas I found that she with me did smart;
I saw that tears did in her eyes appear;
I saw that sighs her sweetest lips did part,
And her sad words my saddest sense did hear.
For me, I wept to see pearls scatter'd so;
I sigh'd her sighs, and wailed for her woe,
Yet swam in joy, such love in her was seen.
Thus, while th'effect most bitter was to me,
And nothing than the couse more sweet could be,
I had been vex'd, if vex'd I had not been.
poem by Philip Sidney
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As If It Was A Crime
Your mother had given you
a few coins to buy sweets
and on the way you met Fay
and you said
do you want to come
and buy some sweets?
and she said
I haven't any money
and you said
you can share mine
if you tell me what you like
but she said
my father wouldn't like it
if I had sweets he says
they rot your teeth
but she walked to the shop with you
thinking silently to herself
and outside the shop
you said
are you sure?
she nodded and stood outside
while you went in
and bought sweets
when you came out
she was waiting there
her eyes gazing at you
her tongue running over
her lips
you showed her
what you'd bought
and her eyes widened
here take one
you said
your dad won't know
if you don't tell him
she hesitated
her fingers lingering
over the bag of sweets
but what if he sees me
or smells them
on my breath?
she said fear entering her eyes
her hands falling at her sides
you put out a hand
and touched hers
it's only a sweet
it's not as if
you're having a drag of a smoke
or sipping beer
she nodded and smiled a little
best not
she said
if he finds out
he'll get angry with me
for eating sweets and lying
and you remembered
the bruises you'd seen
on her arms and thighs
that time
and you sighed thinking
as if eating sweets
was a big deal or a crime.
poem by Terry Collett
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Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down
When she walks down the street,
She knows there's people watching.
The building fronts are just fronts
To hide the people watching her
But she once fell through the street
Down a manhole in that bad way
The underground drip
Was just like her scuba days
Days
Daze
Days
Daze
She was all right because the sea was so airtight, she broke away
She is all right but she can't come out tonight, she broke away
She was all right, yeah the sea was so tight, air tight
She broke away, broke away
At the bottom of the ocean she dwells
At the bottom of the ocean she dwells
From crevices caressed by fingers
And fat blue serpent swells
Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella I love you
Chorus
Well, she was my catatonic sex toy, love-joy diver
She went down down down there into the sea,
Yeah she went down down down there, down there for me, right on
So good, oh yeah, right on
(There's something that's invisible,
There's some things you can't hide,
Try detect you when I'm sleeping,
In a wave you say goodbye...)
song performed by by Interpol
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The Sweets Of Liberty
Is there a man that never sighed
To set the prisoner free?
Is there a man that never prized
The sweets of liberty ?
Then let him, let him breathe -unseen,
Or in a dungeon live;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a heart so cold in man,
Can galling fetters crave ?
Is there a wretch so truly low,
Can stoop to be a slave?
O, let him, then, in chains be bound,
In chains and bondage live ;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a breast so chilled in life,
Can nurse the coward’s sigh ?
Is there a creature so debased,
Would not for freedom die ?
O, let him then be doomed to crawl
Where only reptiles live ;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence
Oh absent presence, Stella is not here;
False flattering Hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place,
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear:
What sayest thou now? Where is that dainty cheer
Thou toldst mine eyes should help their famish'd case?
But thou art gone, now that self felt disgrace
Doth make me most to wish my comfort near.
But here I do store of fair ladies meet,
Who may with charm of conversation sweet
Make in my heavy mold new thought to grow:
Sure they prevail as much with me as he
That bade his friend, but then new maim'd, to be
Merry with him, and not think of his woe.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Stella In Mourning
When lately Stella's form display'd
The beauties of the gay brocade,
The nymphs, who found their power decline,
Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine.
'Fate! snatch away the bright disguise,
And let the goddess trust her eyes.'
Thus blindly pray'd the fretful pair,
And Fate malicious heard the prayer;
But brighten'd by the sable dress,
As virtue rises in distress,
Since Stella still extends her reign,
Ah! how shall envy soothe her pain?
'Th' adoring youth and envious fair,
Henceforth shall form one common prayer
And love and hate alike implore
The skies - 'That Stella mourn no more.'
poem by Samuel Johnson
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How Do You Fix A Broken Heart?
How Do You Fix A Broken Heart?
Yum Cha
Pocky
Longan
Siu Lung Baos
Chocolate
Sweets
Girlfriends
Cos mopolitan
Hot chocolate
How Do You Fix A Broken Heart?
Writing
Scrapbooking
Deep breathing
Walks
Shopping
How Do You Fix A Broken Heart?
Laughter
Family
Stella girls
Sincere friends
Where I save my love light
Not glowing to insincere betraying douche womanizers and lick addicts
For a happier salvation
I fade out!
The Devil's Sweets
The Devil’s sweets
This afternoon
I waited too soon
and let you in a secret
I hope you can keep it
I saw you sucking on the devil’s sweets
like a chocolate treat
if Dracula were around
it would make a sound
that would make the transformation complete
Don’t go
Don’t ignite the flame
Don’t spread the blame
Don’t wait
Why don’t you hesitate..
Anymore?
Like a vampire you sucked it in like a drug
don’t even come to give me a hug
because you’ve already left for the devil’s sweets
instead of me, you go to those chocolate treats
You are the spawn of Satan
Hell is your only safe haven
because you’ve tasted the devil’s sweets
your transformation is complete.
poem by Soldier's Wife
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Africa of My Dream
Africa, my Africa of my dream
Here is where I want to be
And here I have always been,
At my end, here is where I want to sleep.
Africa, I have been away for too long
Please don't cry for me my mother
Twenty years is a long time to be
Away from home,
But I am still here, my one home
My Africa, my Africa of my dream
Many are leaving, leaving for America,
But I am still here and here
Is where I will always be,
My Africa is my America.
We are working towards that,
A better Africa, a great Africa!
This is Africa of my dream,
My Africa is my America.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep,
Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep,
That never I with clos'd-up sense do lie,
But by thy work my Stella I descry,
Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weep;
Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell:
Whence hast thou ivory, rubies, pearl and gold,
To show her skin, lips, teeth, and head so well?
'Fool,' answers he, 'no Indies such treasures hold,
But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee,
Sweet Stella's image I do steal to me.'
poem by Philip Sidney
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Evening Ode
To Stella:
Evening now from purple wings
Sheds the grateful gifts she brings;
Brilliant drops bedeck the mead,
Cooling breezes shake the reed;
Shake the reed, and curl the stream
Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam;
Near the chequer'd, lonely grove,
Hears, and keeps thy secrets, love!
Stella, thither let us stray,
Lightly o'er the dewy way.
Phoebus drives his burning car,
Hence, my lovely Stella, far;
In his stead, the queen of night
Round us pours a lambent light:
Light that seems but just to show
Breasts that beat, and cheeks that glow;
Let us now, in whisper'd joy,
Evening's silent hours employ,
Silent best, and conscious shades,
Please the hearts that love invades,
Other pleasures give them pain,
Lovers all but love disdain.
poem by Samuel Johnson
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Thirty Days Later…
Full thirty days have rolled off silently,
Since mother died and left this world for good;
A star upon the earth, ‘STELLA’ had lived,
And did far better things that she ev’r could!
Our home looks empty without mom and dad!
The separation is too much to bear;
Nevertheless, we feel quite happy, glad:
Our parents both are gone to be with God!
Our mom has gone to sleep and rest awhile;
And she will rise when Jesus comes again;
The Lord will take her to Heaven, His home,
Where bliss prevails eternally for souls.
May mother’s soul peacefully rest for now;
And let perpetual light shine upon her;
‘Stella’, the star is heaven-bound for sure;
Let’s pray for God’s mercy on Final Day!
Dedicated by her children, grand-children and relatives
In loving memory of a most beloved soul,
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-05-2010
poem by John Celes
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Ye Olde Toffee Shoppe
(hicks / clarke / nash)
I press my nose against the pane
Of the little toffee shop
Day after day I save my pennies
To spend at the toffee shop
Come saturday morn at nine oclock
I stand on the cold stone street
A penny every day that I have saved
To buy myself some sweets
The nice little lady old and grey
With glasses and shawl
Gives love away to good little boys
Who do as they are told
Shes always telling stories
Of her childhood days
She couldnt buy the things that I can
For families in those days
Imagine the sweets that I can buy
With six pennies of my own
I always take my time to choose
The sweets that Ill be taking home
Gobstoppers in my pockets
Brown sugar in my hand
Lollies you suck that last all day
And sugar that looks like sand
song performed by by Hollies
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The Black Continent
Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.
Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.
Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:
Africa, Africa, Africa! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love take me home
Take me back to where it all began
Take me back to the first of where we ran
Take me back to Africa, where I see the diverse culture's falling in love
With their beautiful difference's.
Although I sometimes want to be alone and celebrate you, my love,
I want to go home before I die.
This life of falling in love gives me ‘suicidal romance'
We've gone too far, let's go back.
It was back in Africa where I found you, ‘my love'
It is back in Africa where I want you to take me ‘my love'.
It was back in Africa where I wanted to make you my wife before I die.
The beauty of Africa reflected in your eyes, yet so dark and yet so far.
Although sometimes I want to be alone and celebrate you, ‘my love'
Please take me home before I die.
poem by Chase NQUBEKO
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Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts
Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee
Cannot be stay'd within my panting breast,
But they do swell and struggle forth of me,
Till that in words thy figure be express'd.
And yet as soon as they so formed be,
According to my Lord Love's own behest:
With sad eyes I their weak proportion see,
To portrait that which in this world is best.
So that I cannot choose but write my mind,
And cannot choose but put out what I write,
While these poor babes their death in birth do find:
And now my pen these lines had dashed quite,
But that they stopp'd his fury from the same,
Because their forefront bare sweet Stella's name.
poem by Philip Sidney
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