The Aroma Of Your Love
You will be well and you will be loved,
You will be romanced and you will be kissed,
Because of the sweet scent of the aroma of your love;
And like the black and white Zebra!
But be very straight with your mind always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Zebra Child
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My father skin is fare like a pinkish cloud.
My mother skin is dark like coco.
My skin is both swirled into a light caramel color.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My eyes are hazel with a hint of blue.
My hair is kinky yet manageable.
While I have African hips
I also have European lips.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
I relish my difference
Although some times
I envy others similarity.
But I am what I am.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
Sweet Mind
Sweet scent,
Sweet smell,
Sweet aroma,
Sweet mind;
Give me ear and listen to my muse,
For the muse of love is closer to you!
And like the smell of sweet scent of roses around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Little White Rose
Little white rose that I loved, I loved,
Roisin ban, Roisin ban!
Fair my bud as the morning's dawn.
I kissed my beautiful flower to bloom,
My heart grew glad for its rich perfume—
Little white rose that I loved!
Little white rose that I loved grew red,
Roisin rua, Roisin rua!
Passionate tears I wept for you.
Love is more sweet than the world's fame—
I dream you back in my heart the same,
Little white rose that I loved!
Little white rose that I loved grew black,
Roisin duv, Roisin duv!
So I knew not the heart of you.
Lost in the world's alluring fire,
I cry in the night for my heart's desire,
Little white rose that I loved!
poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
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Hulk
You are very beautiful my love and,
We are meant to be on this love;
And, your sweet scent of aroma baths me all year round.
I am Hulk and your flower of love is all that matters to me,
But, with the 63 degrees of euphoria to meet your love;
For, your sweet scent of aroma baths me all year round.
Deeper contractions in the kingdom of love,
And of the sensations ever felt before;
But, the angle of your elevation is to unfold your precious petals.
it is never too late to learn from you always,
So bring forth the beautiful bud out from you!
Form you are blossom fair flower of love.
Pleasure and satisfaction always comes from you my love,
And like the muse of your love which elevates your sexual wellness;
For, i am now sailing across the ocean blue like Oliver Twist.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Air
Like fresh blossoming flowers on a spring day.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the smell of rain right before it pours down.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the aroma of a hot apple pie cooling on the window seal.
Her scent is in air.
I try to cover my nose with my shirt
but her scent seeps right through it.
It is in the air.
I try fanning it away
but the more I fan the stronger her scent lofts in the air.
I decide not to fight it anymore and I inhale her scent.
It first suffocates me but then it sustains me.
To me her scent is love and it is
In the air.
Our life looks like a zibra
Our life looks like a zebra,
sometimes black stripes,
sometimes white.
The black stripes
take turn of the white,
like day and night.
And sometimes
our life zebra kicks
making it's own tricks.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Zebra World (Not Animal Related)
The world is still going on about the color of others skin
We need to be more like a zebra a mixture of black and white
So much racism
Hard to walk down the street without seeing a racial war
I can't take this s**t anymore
Who cares if your black, white, or even asian
We all function the same
I don't know where this started, and I don't know who to blame
Someone tell me why we fire upon each other
So what if blacks were slaves many years ago
Don't blame whites for there ancestors mistakes
Now white people stop looking at skin color
See who they are on the inside
We are no different
Its time to end this stupid fighting
Now its time for peace
Lets all work together
In creating this zebra world.
poem by Kevin Fisher
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A Pleasing Aroma
Your love is a pleasing aroma to my heart and,
Your sweet words send me straight to bed;
But the water increased to lift up my body.
Of the voice of harpers and pippers,
Of the voice of trumpets and musicians,
And to be rich by your sweet love;
For life is like an erudite glance of a sultry dream.
You are so beautiful tonight beside me and,
Your love is a pleasing aroma to my heart;
And days without you is like a dead river.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Y..... Zebra
Zebra goes to drink
Crocodile jumps
Zebra escapes
Zebra tells son
Not to drink
At that lake
Son goes anyhow
Nothing happens
Son zebra returns
Son thinks
father zebra
does not make sense
Son goes again and again
Son convinced father is wrong
Until one day….
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Do Not
Forget my colour and my language and do not ask my 'why'? !
Because the truth is, i do love you.
Do not ask me why i kissed you,
Do not ask me why i romanced you,
Do not ask me why i made love to you,
Because the truth of the matter is in the eating.
One day i will stop thinking and watch the world go round me,
One day i will stop teaching and listen to your teachings about love,
One day i will stop writing and learn from the people around me,
For anew born baby will grow up and walk one day.
Do not ask me 'why'? !
For one day you will understand me better on this love;
But prepare the way straight that,
Somebody may follow along very smoothly.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Know Her Scent
She was here because,
I know her scent;
She was in this small room because,
I know her scent;
And now, i can smell her sweet aroma in this room.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Raconteur tells about the Election
A Zealot has painted his stubborn mule black & white stripes.
And then the mule became a Zebra.
This idiot wants to enrol his pet to the coming race.
Early in the morning he goes to the racecourse with his Zebra for practice.
There are no any restrictions it seems
Donkeys, mules, ponies, zebras and dogs all are allowed for the annual rat race?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Who does she think she is....
I asked the Zebra:
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me:
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on
And on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra
About stripes
Again
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Heaven Scent
Slipped the hangman's noose
Came out with ugly scars
Chose poisons of abuse
I dipped in medicine jars.
Lost my only love
Bled bitterness inside
Sought shelter from above, but can no longer hide.
Ah, Heaven's scent sweet aroma of the soul
Heart - mails come and went
Lost in the big black hole
Where Satan whispers 'Death' and waits for minds to crack.
The jumper draws last breath
Still twitching on the track.
But we can pray 'Lord, take it all'
Ah, Heaven's scent evil will fall.
Walk in fire light that always shone
With deeper prayer all bombs have gone
Answers not in sages or pages
Peace is never outside the door
The chancers live 'dark ages' and rages
For inner peace kneel on the floor.
Everything ever lost plus hurt
Right now can leave the room
Lift your faces from the dirt
Ah, Heaven scent such sweet perfume.
poem by Kevin East
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Wheedle The Riddle
So delicious so sweet,
An African with an Eskimo;
Blackeye peas,
White-eye beans;
I an in the valley of love with my mind.
What if this person was a White?
This person will have a white skin and,
A long hair,
What if this person was a Black?
This person will have a black skin and,
A short hair;
Love is like the rainbow out there.
Out of the romance came love,
Out of the kiss came something so sweet;
Rain clouds of the sky,
So delicious so sweet.
Wheedle the riddle,
An African with an Eskimo;
So delicious so sweet is this muse at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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How Sweet It Is
How sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were.
I needed someone to understand my ups and downs and there you were.
With sweet love and devotion, deeply touching my emotion,
I want to stop and thank you baby. I want to stop and thank you baby.
How sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
I close my eyes at night wondering where would I be without you in my life.
before.
But you brighten up for me all of my days with a love so sweet in so many ways,
I want to stop and thank you baby, I just want to stop and thank you baby.
by you.
You were better for me than I was for myself,
for me, there's you and there ain't nobody else,
do,
how sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
Feels so fine, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
Just like jelly baby, oh yeah, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
Just like honey to the bee, babe, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sweet Love
My dream lover where are you?
Come into my world so sweet;
Where, true love is sweeter than honey.
The aroma of my love drips like pure gold,
My dream lover where are you?
Your precious breasts will be taken care of,
All i want is to share with you is love;
Where our nakedness will be mused together.
Oh my dream lover,
Enter into my world so sweet;
With the sweet taste of the aroma of love.
I am for you and, you are mine;
To where the Roses do sing our names.
Naked to the muse of love so sweet,
In the garden of love with lovers;
My only one, come to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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How Sweet It Is
How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you
I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were
With sweet love and devotion gently touching my emotion
I want to stop - to thank you baby
How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you
Open my eyes at night
I wonder what I would be without you in my life
Everything was just a bore
All the things I've done you know I've done them before
But you brightened up all of my days
With your love so sweet and in so may ways
I want to stop - to thank you baby
How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you
Sweeter than the honey from the bees, baby
song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
and something more was there,
than the touch of lips
and something of her soul
was burning into me.
I kissed a girl
and it was more sweet,
than any kiss before
and it was if that kiss
was meant to be.
I kissed a girl
and knew from somewhere,
that no kiss would ever be
like this again.
I kissed a girl
and was stunned
like by a thunderclap
and she had awakened,
all devils and angels in me.
I kissed a girl
and my passions were
aroused to extremity
and still I wanted to be sweet
and know her better than a friend.
I kissed a girl
and she turned my world
and somehow caught destiny
and I did not want
to ever let her go.
I kissed a girl
and I love her still
and you know,
that the girl are you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Just Want To Know
Nice and easy,
Let it be normal and sweet;
Red and beautiful,
Let it be soft and sweet;
Black hairy,
Let it be strong and sweet;
White and handsome,
Let it be slowly and lovely;
Fair and attractive,
Let it be gentle and romantic;
Straight and forward,
Let it be aromatic and passionate;
For i just want to know the man who impregnated you,
And like the muse of your love in the woods.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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