Tema
Awful folly,
I was smuggled through the red sea!
On the night of the great deliverance,
But many have eyes and they can still not see.
Frantically speaking,
My name is Tema;
But the colour of my love speaks by itself.
Love is like the movement of the sun and the moon,
But the sparrows are twittering and the doves are cooing;
For i was smuggled through the Red Sea to meet your love,
And like the wind of your muse that led me on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Blind Child's Plea
What is the colour of the wind, Daddy?
Said the child so small
What is the colour of the wind?
For i can't see it at all
It is the colour of freedom, my child
Said the man to his son
It is the colour of all
The specks of light in the rainbow
That is the colour of the wind
What else, Daddy? What else?
Begged the child
Explain to me more
For you can see what i can not
The sun
The sea
The Earth
And more
It is the colour of beauty
Of peace and light
It is the colour of love
And of day and of night
It feels so free
Said the child
With arms outstreached
I never would have guessed
The colour of the wind
It is the colour you want it to be
And it doesn't matter if you can't see
For the wind is your friend
And you alone
Know the colours of the wind.
poem by Lucy Westmacott
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This Mood Is Yours
All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight.
Like that should be a part of our daily appetite!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!
You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.
Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!
Catching butterflies and watching busy bees on flowers was our 'thing! '
Time has passed us by and now you want to justify my lack of taste...
For these scenes you're making!
All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight.
Like that should be a part of our daily appetite!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!
You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.
Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!
Will you please pass the bacon!
My toast is too cool for the jam.
Do you mind nukin' my scramble eggs?
And when you're done with pouting...
Pull the cord on the ceiling fan!
Your heat ain't stoppin'
I know you're trying to crank me up to see me crunchy too!
But what you do has lost its cuteness and its hoochie coo...
And taste for homemade liquor!
'When the moon would shine and flicker!
And both of us got 'lit' up quicker.'
But those days then...
Don't make these wasted quarrels today right to fight!
Please pass the pepper with the butter knife.
You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.
Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves!
But you can
Crumble with it.
I'm not gon'
Baby sit it!
You can
Just forget it!
I'm not gon'
Trouble with it!
This mood is yours not mine,
To visit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Like The Wind
love is like the wind
in constant movement
constant movement
love is like the wind
centuries after centuries
love repeats itself
in the vagueness of this universe
constant movement
in this incomprehensible universe
love is like the wind
invisible intouchable in
this fascinating world
fascinating invincible
attraction destruction
happyness sadness
its love that carries
this constant movement
like the wind
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Smugglers Pie
The body of smuggler Robert Long
Hung by the road in chains,
His flesh was mouldering from his bones
Washed clean by the Cornish rains,
The crows had taken his sorry eyes,
His wife, the gold from his teeth,
But some kind soul from near Mousehole
Had left at his feet, a wreath!
The Excise men ranged over the cliffs,
The Revenue men below,
And Customs Officers manned the cutters
That intercepted the flow,
They boarded the bold East Indiamen
Who sold their goods tax free,
And many a thief has come to grief
When the waves tipped them into the sea!
The goods that lay in the Cornish coves
Tobacco, brandy and rum,
Were smuggled up onto Bodmin Moor
And sold for a tidy sum,
The coast was riddled with tunnels, caves,
And one led into a church,
The spirits that lay in the belfry there
Were hidden away from the search!
Battling Bill at the Halfway House
Long lightened the nation's purse,
He'd run his brandy up to the Inn
Using a horse-drawn hearse,
Surprised one day by the Revenue
They shot poor Bill through the neck,
But dead, his hand whipped the horses' still
And the hearse ran away from the wreck.
The hearse, it rattled Polperro streets,
Rolled over the cobblestones,
With Bill stuck firm to the riding seat
Not ready to make old bones,
He drove the length of the shopping street
And straight down onto the quay,
Then toppled into the harbour there,
But his ghost came back from the sea!
They smuggled silk, they smuggled wine,
They smuggled bags of tea,
Whatever the King put taxes on
The Cornish smuggled for free,
A convict ship to Australia
Was the worst that most of them got,
Apart from the likes of Robert Long
As he hung in his chains, to rot!
17 July 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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I can tell you, dearest friend, that if it became known how much friendship, love and a world of human and spiritual references I have smuggled into these three movements, the adherents of programme music - should there be any left - would go mad with joy.
quote by Alban Berg
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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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From Break Of Day To Evening (Persian / Rubiyat Quatrain)
From break of day to evening
I hear the joyful caroling
of doves, the twittering of sparrows
as they do sing a happy ode to spring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Colour Of Your Eyes
(mckernan / tanega)
Who am i
To say you didnt love me?
When I cant remember
The colour of your eyes
The colour of your eyes
I dont know
How I missed loving you
Still I cant remember
The colour of your eyes
The colour of your eyes
Why didnt you see me
Standing there
Standing there with dreams of love?
To fill the empty shades of grey
I can see
Now that youre leaving me
All the shades of autumn
In the colour of your eyes
The colour of your eyes
The colour of your eyes
The colour of your eyes
The colour of your eyes
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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My Man
My man is the best in the world,
Hes got the sun in his heart and the moon in his soul.
His heads in the clouds, but his feet on the ground,
And when he speaks, all the birds come around.
I love you, I love you.
My man is the best in the world,
His eyes got the shine of the ancient stars,
His heartbeat is the beat of the ocean,
He smells like an aztec magic potion.
I love you, I love you.
Ah - ah - ah -
Babalu-babalu-babalu, I love you, I love you.
Babalu-babalu-babalu, I love you, I love you.
My man is the best in the world,
He knows me like the palm of his hand.
When Im good, hes so very good
And when Im bad, he laughs and says, dont be sad.
I love you, I love you.
Babalu-babalu-babalu, (babalu) I love you, I love you.
Babalu-babalu-babalu, (babalu) I love you, I love you.
(I love you, I love you, I love you)
Babalu-babalu-babalu, (babalu) I love you, I love you.
Babalu-babalu-babalu, (babalu) I love you, I love you.
(I love you, I love you, I love you)
Babalu-babalu-babalu, (babalu) I love you, I love you.
Babalu-babalu-babalu, (babalu) I love you, I love you.
(I love you, I love you, I love you)
Babalu-babalu-babalu, (babalu) I love you, I love you.
(I love you, I love you, I love you)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Ayivie
How deep is your love to me Ayivie?
For the sun, moon and stars do shine unto earth;
And like your muse of love so noted last night.
Still, teel, steal! !
When are you having the 'Saturday Night Fever' with me?
For the authenticity of this love is about your muse,
And like the songs of the singing birds to my heart.
Use your human mind to train yourself on this love,
For you are going to learn from me as well;
So do not hide behind the Walls of Jericho! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Thoughts Descend
Thoughts descend,
They come down
From the world unexplored;
In the forms of waves,
Purple, pink or black
Or winged birds:
Twittering sparrows,
Cooing doves or pigeons,
Or singing nightingales,
And sometimes they fall
Like stones hurling down.
Thoughts that soar near are captured
By the minds,
Some are spoken, some are penned
And become the record,
While the un-captured return behind
To the origin.
Innocent plain minds
Capture magnificent thoughts,
But the murky minds magnetize
Sable ones wherefrom sprout
The boughs of violence and odium
That transform the world
Into a place of turmoil.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Autumn Evening
The Shadows flickering, the daylight dying,
And I upon the old red sofa lying,
The great brown shadows leaping up the wall,
The sparrows twittering; and that is all.
I thought to send my soul to far-off lands,
Where fairies scamper on the windy sands,
Or where the autumn rain comes drumming down
On huddled roofs in an enchanted town.
But O, my sleepy soul, it will not roam,
It is too happy and too warm at home:
With just the shadows leaping up the wall,
The sparrows twittering; and that is all.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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A Pair Of Sparrows!
A pair of twittering sparrows I see;
What a great wonder sparrows are!
Due to constructions of concrete jungles
Sparrows are driven out farther and farther!
So, they take shelter in high way trees;
Even those trees are cut for laying highways
And the sparrows are driven out still far away!
What kind of guys are they who take shelter
Under the trees in summer time but not
Think of pouring even a dropp of water to it?
Extension of concrete jungles destroys trees
And drives away a few sparrows too forever!
Is this called progress in the modern world?
Or is this a harbinger of apocalypse of the whole?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Nights Of Love
love it when you come in my dream
love it when i make you scream
love it when into the bed you crawl
love it when your face turns red
love it when those curve my hands trace
love the evil look on your face
love it when you undress
love it wen your demands
love it when our lips meet
love it when you rub my feet
love it when you turn me on
love it when you go bit down
love it when you take me in
love it when we perform the sin
love it when i touch your bust
love it when your eyes are full of lust
love the aroma in the room
love the sight of yours under the shine of moon
love it when to climax we reach
love it when every moan you preach
love the every moment of it till the end
love your every such ritual and trend
poem by Rishiv Vinayak
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For The Sake Of Love
I am the muse that speaks and the carnal mind is around too,
But my love to you is like the sweet potaotes!
For in it you will find the teaches about self control.
The vessels are fine and my muse is ready,
With words from the nosological relatives around;
But, i will paddle my own canoe for the sake of love.
The riddle of this muse and the rhythm of the blues,
The fiddle of the fields and the songs of love,
Like the digestive systems of man;
But the ruminants are like the surgical stapler.
Oh, what's love got to do?
Somewhere, anywhere, nowhere!
Cain hated Abel and i loved you;
But to cogitate is to love you all the way.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This Natural Poem
This poem is natural and,
It is flowing through the air to touch your heart;
So, if you read it now,
You will surely understand who we are on this earth!
For every new change needs a new start.
Colour your life with much changes and,
Colour your life with true love!
Then you will understand the muse of this natural poem;
And like the joy of peace in the land of many rivers.
This natural poem,
Said, paid, maid, laid, aid, raid;
In the Twelfth Moon and,
On the twenty-fifth day of the moon!
For i am always found in the city when you need me;
But the military servive was taken over by your neighbour.
A network,
A royal guard,
A bronze top!
Encircling it with the muse of love,
And like the poorest people with close associates;
But the famine in East Africa is so severe! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Darkness Of Life
The darkness of life and the troubles of the mind,
They've never got that level of education to respect my muse;
And like the nakedness of women and the muse of love,
But lost in yester years to swing along with my muse!
And the colour of the lion is the colour of Africa.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Harvest Moon (live)
Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say
Just like the children sleeping, we could dance the sun away
But there's a full moon risin', let's go dancin' in the night
We know where the music's playin', let's go out and feel the night
Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon
When we were strangers, I watched you from afar
Then we were lovers, I love you with all my heart
But now it's getting late, and the moon is climbing high
I want to celabrate, see it shining in your eyes
Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon
Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Another Saturday Night
Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
Now how I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way.
I got in town a month ago
I seen a lot of girls since then,
If I could meet em I could get em
But as yet I havent met em
Thats how Im in the state Im in.
Chorus
Another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of bein my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat named frankenstein.
Chorus
Its hard on a fella
When he dont know his way around
If I dont find me a honey
To help me spend my money
Im gonna have to blow this town.
Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful, ooh, Im in an awful way,
Hes in an awful way, Im in an awful way,
Im in an awful way, hes in an awful way.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Poem on a loves ending
Poem on a loves ending
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Tonight I shall love you
As I could love no more
In the morning I shall say goodbye
And be filled with such sorrow
You hold a place in my heart
And there you will remain
For all the world I love you
Now I must let you go
In the morning I must let you go
If I could hold this night forever
And you in my arms
To look into your eyes
For a moment to be eternity
And save a broken heart
For all my dreams it cannot be
Like the night this love must end
Come the morning, this love must end
should out paths meet again someday
I shall hold my heart from speaking
And remember this night, our night
When I loved as I could never love again
And to save my heart, I said goodbye
poem by Matthew Holloway
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