The Accident
Friday the 13th of July 2012 in Porto Cristo! !
The accident;
To hit you at the back!
And, the Police came around.
Friday the 13th of July 2012 in Porto cristo! !
And, the Number Plate of the Police Van was, 'E 5590 HDC';
But, you wer driving very slowly towards a zebra crossing when,
A car driven by a lady hit you at the back!
And, so it was in the land of Palm Trees.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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1307
Friday the 13th of October 1307,
Why should i press so hard? !
Friday the 13th of October 1961,
654 years after to give birth to a star!
But i am now in the land of the living,
And to share my views to you as a poet;
For Rome was not built in a day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Examine Yourself
Examine yourself,
Overcome your odds,
Learn for the better,
And, by loving one another;
For, we need to change everyday towards righteousness.
12th July 2012 with car number, 'E 8068 FPD';
16th July 2012 with car number, 'E 2340 DJJ';
And like the muse of the Underground Park House! !
With, number 1060 behind your car.
Examine yourself!
For, in the same land was the biggest underground cave of the world! ! However, you need righteousness to overcome your odds.
Put it back where it belongs to,
And, learn to do the right thing always;
For, changing yourself positively needs the laid down laws to back you up.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Leon Takes Us Outside
Valentines day, 25, june, 16th,
Wednesday, july 6th, 20, 0, 20, 15,
Martin luther king day, june 18th, june 6th,
Wednesday, august 18th, 9th, 1999, 12,
Nicholas, august, wednesday, 13th,
Sunday, 5th, march,
October, january,
October 13th, wednesday,
Martin luther king day,afternoon,
In view of nothing, 20, 0, 1, late winter,
Martin luther king day, 12, 16, august, wednesday, 13th,
Friday, 7, june.
song performed by by David Bowie
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A Week That Was
This week has been not a very fun one,
With all its ups and downs.
First, it started with good news,
an email to say I had been awarded
another award for my poetry,
and then a friend tells me
they are leaving PH for a while.
Bad new for me there.
On Monday, I became a great granddad,
help! I am getting old!
My hair is getting grey and is beginning to fall out.
However, that was good news,
a little gift from heaven
called Emily Mae if I may be so bold.
My job is on a knife edge
with not knowing if I’ve got one or not,
and today I find another friend
has been driven’ away from PH because of harassment.
I hate to think what tomorrow will bring
being Friday the 13th.
12 July 2007
poem by David Harris
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Pauline And Dwd Oct 13th,2012
Pauline and DWD Oct 13th,2012
By
James Bredin
Pauline Marois, premier of Quebec, wants death with dignity,
But she has a minority government, so can't get too finicky yet,
Did our Supreme Court made it national, with Sue Rodriguez decision?
Are Ottawa aristocrats looking at this with much precision?
Despite this; Pauline Marois is our kind of political lady,
She's up front with her ideas and not one bit shady,
And if she gets death with dignity for Quebec; that would be great,
Though she only speaks French and I can't understand the debate.
She is at that Francophone meeting getting lots of attention,
She may even cause us a bit of English-speaking tension,
Unfortunately, the media moguls don't like her much,
But if she can get DWD; she will have the common touch.
Oct 13th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Remember the 13th
Our hearts were beating faster,
Yet the air getting more hotter,
I thought I wanted water,
Yet it was not the matter,
The day was worth while,
Remember the 13th
We were walking up and down,
The birds of the air witnessing,
The melodies they gave,
The swift movements they made,
I can look back at the moments,
I remember you,
I remember us,
I remember the 13th
I can see the pictures,
The cars passing by,
Your lips opening wider,
Telling me you love me,
Remember your actions,
Remember my reactions,
Remember the 13th
Forget the 10th,
That day we had lunch together,
Forget the 11th,
That day we had a long walk,
Forget the 12th,
That day was full of fun,
Remember the 13th,
That day we fell in love,
Remember June, it was cold,
Remember the 13th,
It was warm for us
poem by Sir Gaylord Munemo
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Friday
I live in an Ice house a
I never do dance salsa
I'm living in Jamaca
I live in an Ice Breaker
I'm living in Africa
I never do Know where a
Where I'm living but I'm living in a free fall
Whenever she goes away
Might as well be in San Jose
'Cause I never can tell where my
Where my heart's gonna spend it's time
Half of me's missing
I miss her Kissing
I don't know nothing but I know
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
My head is a hurricane
My mind is a touch insane
and my body can't sleep to dream
And my Eyes open up to scream
And my mouth is a thin straight line
As I'm struggling to pass the time
And my crime is that I'm living life without her
And the morning soon will come
And the days nearly almost done
And the clock says it's half past five
But the sun is still in the sky
Disorientated
Insatiated
How long I've waited but I know
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield from Gotta Get Thru This
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Friday The 13th
To many the number thirteen
is a number to avoid and beware of,
add Friday in front of the number,
and you have a very scary day.
To me the number thirteen,
has always been always been a lucky one,
and Friday the thirteenth,
even luckier still
Then again, if you are superstitious
any number can be unlucky.
If you want to think it so,
it just depends on how positive you are.
Now if you think negative,
you will be that way to,
so in your thinking,
just be like me.
Positive is lucky, negative is unlucky,
so train you mind,
to think positive
all the time.
13 July 2007
poem by David Harris
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K / O Mal De Cristo
No caso do mal de Cristo o primeiro sintoma e a morte.
Calcula-se que cem milhoes de pesspas morteram do mal de Cristo.
"Eu sou o caminho". Os efeitos especiais ecoluriam multo desde Jesus.
Ora Cristo diz que se algum filho da puta te tirar metade da roupa que Ihe
des a outra metade.
Muitos tolos infelizes foram esmagados por pilhas de Litas seminus em Iuta.
Os I'mplacaveis do Perdao.
Nao ha duvida alguma
song performed by by Moonspell from Butterfly Effect
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Night Ride Home
Words and music by joni mitchell
Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of july
Night ride home
Hula girls
And caterpillar tractors in the sand
The ukulele man
The fireworks
This 4th of july
Night ride home
I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till friday
Far from the overkill
Far from the overload
Back at the bar
The band tears down
But out here in the headlight beams
The silver powerlines
Gleam
On this 4th of july
Night ride home
Round the curve
And a big dark horse
Red taillights on his hide
Is keeping right alongside
Rev for stride
4th of july
Night ride home
I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till friday
Far from the undertow
Far from the overload
Once in awhile
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of july
Night ride home
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Seams In Their Stockings July 7th,2012
SEAMS IN THEIR STOCKINGS July 7th,2012
By
James Bredin
In the middle of the Twentieth Century there was a time,
We didn't have much money - sometimes not even a dime,
I still see those old girls at the Town Center now and then,
They don't recognize me with a big gray beard, again and again.
Many of those ladies who wore seams in their stocking are now old,
They nearly drove me mad back then, as they walked to and fro,
But somewhere along the way, I myself turned into an old man,
Was that in Toronto, Halifax, New York or Newfoundland?
But that was long ago before their hair turned white and cut short,
And I was much younger then and more inclined to cavort,
But I still miss those seams and wish they could come back once more,
While this old man could still watch from a distance just like before.
July 12th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Sunday The 13th Of November
A rum for a ram and a sheep fopr a ship,
Sunday the 13th of November to remember!
Like the male lambs of the first year when,
The blood started to flow.
One young bull and one male lamb,
One big ram and one male goat,
But one is destroyed out of the twins expected;
It come out as blood on Sunday the 13th of November.
Of a spanteneous reaction,
And this blood flow is the evidence;
But our faith will always lead us on,
Like life in the wilderness of Sinai.
Sunday the 13th of November,
Like the old blood in a clay pot;
Sunday the 13th of November,
Like the synchroneous act of sadness;
There we lost our appetite.
What is sweet is now soar,
What is joyful is now sadness,
Three days later with an accident;
Like the silent journey on one's mystries.
Sunday the 13th of November,
Like two loaves of bread baked with a romance;
But the silver trumpets should be sounded now!
For the blood flow had taken one of the twins away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Spirit Of St. Louis IV
In my consortium,
In my realm,
Born on Friday the 13th;
But i broke my right hand in primary three,
And today i am a left handed.
Thanks to my teacher who taught me to switch to the other hand,
And like the freat men and women in the land of plenty!
For my gifted talent had made me who i am today,
And like great men and women who were left handed.
A typical example if 'Albert Einstein' who brought about the Energy Theory,
And the world had come along with it!
Because, E=mc².
Bill Gate of the Microsoft fame is a left-handed,
President Obama of the U.S.A. is a left-handed,
Like the Day of the Left-Handed celebrated on the 13th of August;
So the dedication of this poem is for the left-handed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ti Prendo E Ti Porto Via
Sai ti conosco oramai
Ho capito chi sei
Non ti importa di niente
Tu dimentichi tutto
Senza alcun rispetto
Neanche per noi
Chiedi amore cos
Come a chiedere di
Di buttarsi nel cesso
Tanto tu non lo sai
quello che vuoi
Ma dove vai
Ma dove vai
Tanto oramai sei mia
Faccio cos
Passo di l
Ti prendo e ti porto via
Sei gelosa di te
Ti guardi intorno se c'
una vestita uguale
che sedurre per te
pi importante che
che respirare
starti vicino si
a volte capita di
di sentirsi un po' in forse
ma tu li baci tutti
e lasci tutto com'
Ma dove vai
Ma dove vai
Tanto oramai sei mia
Faccio cos
Passo di l
Ti prendo e ti porto via
Ma dove vai
Ma dove vai
Tanto oramai sei mia
(anzi) Faccio cos
Passo di l
Ti prendo e ti porto via
Sai ti conosco oramai
Ho capito chi sei
Non ti importa di niente
Tu te li baci tutti
E lasci tutto com'
Ma dove vai
Ma dove vai
Tanto oramai sei mia
Ma dove vai
Ma dove vai
Ti prendo e ti porto via
Ma dove vai
Ma dove vai
Tanto oramai sei mia
(anzi) Faccio cos
(quando) Passo di l
Ti prendo e ti porto via
Ma dove vai
Grazie a Niccol Ammaniti per aver scritto
il romanzo "Ti prendo e ti porto via
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Friday Night
Price/price
Well i was driving in my car
With fourteen women after me
Down fifth avenue
A friday night it just to be
She was standing on the corner
Thumbing a ride
I said,: hop in baby
Scoot closer by my side
Honey let's go riding you look so exciting
Where have you been hiding?
Chorus
Friday night, feeling right
Friday night, out of sight
Friday night, friday night
There's no telling what you'll find
Cruising on a friday night
She didn't say a word
She just kept those big blue eyes on me
I wondered what she could be thinkin'
As she put her little hand on my knee
I took another sip of malted brew
And then i looked in her eyes
And as i sank into her bbaby blues
I thought my oh my
There's no use in fighting you look so exciting
Where have you been hiding girl?
Chorus
Cruising on a friday night
Cruising on a friday night
Cruising on a friday night
Cruising on a friday night
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Eyes of Fate
I went to July
Searching for my pie
Harvest my dues
My life's fuse
Her gardener at the door
Roaming through my core
Did you plant your April?
Seed of all stable
Or even mid-May
Where's your serving tray?
I will search again
For your watering rain
Our records straight
In the eyes of fate
To harvests tolls
Furrows in rolls
Of sweat and joy
Base of employ
See budding fields
How grow their shields?
Some sweats, some tears
Some hope, some fears
Go back to your garden
Awaken her pardon
It is not too late
To plant your fate
Come back this fall
Harvest it all
We'll waive all fees
Your heart sincere
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This poem's essence
Copyright Leaking 2012
July 3 2012
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Friday Mourning
Friday mourning
I'm dressed in black
Douse the houselights
I'm not coming back
For years I warned you
Through tears I told you
Friday mourning
There comes a time
A flaw that breaks
This very smug mug of mine
This dawn raid
Soon put paid to all the things
I whispered to you at night time
And I will never stand naked
In front of you, or if I do
It won't be for a long time
Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away
Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away
And when they haul me down the hall
And when they kick me down the stairs
I see the faces all lined up before me
Of teachers and of parents
And bosses, who
All share a point of view
"You are a loser"
"You are a loser"
Friday / Friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back
Friday / Friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back
song performed by by Morrissey
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13th October
Today i am 47 years old and,
I hope i have done my best on this earth;
But i still respect all those who love me and,
All those who hate me.
To whosoever i have hurt along the line,
I say i am sorry;
And to whosoever i have helped along this line,
Do extend the blessings of love to one another.
Yes, i came into the world on Friday the 13th;
And my mind is always ahead of man,
But many still do not understand who i am.
Please, do you know me very well?
Then it is a blessing to you;
But if you don't know who i am too,
It is also a blessing to you!
For praises should rather go the Creator in heaven.
I have gone through life in many ways since my birth,
But most of them are my very hardships in Africa!
And today i am what i am with my poems to you all.
Let us put the world into a better place than hate,
Let us love one another in peace than hate,
For we still have to learn from one another;
And this world was made for you and i.
13th October,
My very entrance into this world for mankind to know who i am;
But this world of ours is still very complex! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Old Boy Racer (Fun Poem 132)
While driving home one day
my old car blew up on me
and the transmission went kaput.
Upon getting another car,
I chose a smaller one,
the kind boy racers own.
Suddenly I became a speed demon
driving down the motorway doing a ton
with the wind ruffling
through the remaining hair I had.
One day while really pushing it,
blue lights began flashing behind me.
The cops told me to pull over,
which at once I did.
An officer approached my car
with me crammed behind the wheel.
'What speed do you think you were doing? '
'I don't know officer I couldn't see the speedo.'
'I clocked you at doing a 110.'
'Really! ' I said
as he wrote me out a ticket.
'I'd advise you to adjust your seat
so you can see the speedo.'
'Yes officer I will do that.' I replied.
I sat there for a moment;
a smile crept across my face.
My son will no believe it
when I show him the ticket.
He'll probably say
the Police had it wrong,
the ticket was probably for going slow.
I drove off after the Police had gone,
my foot to the floor again.
Back into my boy racer mode,
but in my case now
it was an old boy racer mode.
25-26 April 2012
poem by David Harris
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Kid's truth lands pop in soup
It was a bright summer’s day
And a man was driving his car
It seems he was crossing the speed limit
So it’s obvious the police weren’t far
The police chased him all the way
But the man had already reached his house
He admitted himself inside
Looking as terrified as a mouse
He asked his wife to tell
The police that he hadn’t come
And he concealed himself in the bedroom
Feeling depressed, scared and glum
The police arrived and asked the wife where he was
She said he wasn’t there
When her three year old daughter stepped up
With cheeks so chubby and fair
She piped up in her little voice,
“If you want to know just ask me
Daddy’s hiding in the bedroom
Why don’t you go and see? ”
The police caught the man
And asked him, “Well, what do you say,
It seems because of your own daughter
You are in trouble today”
The man just shook his head and said,
“I am to be blamed for this tumult
I always taught my daughter never to lie
And this is the result! ”
The inspiration for this poem came from an anecdote in Reader's Digest
poem by Risha Ahmed
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