The Cycles Of Man
One's birth,
One's orbit,
Of the cycles of man to teach many;
I have orbited within myself seven times.
Of one's birth,
Of one's orbit,
Seven times seven equals to fortynine but,
I did that within fortyfive years.
The cycles of man,
Of one's orbit;
The cycles of man,
Of one's birth;
To you who reads, learn from this muse.
We are orbiting within ourselves and,
We are all moving round and round;
This is the higher dimentional levels of man with,
This muse to teach many.
To the one who thinks,
To the one who reads,
Never understood by man but many will know it;
Like the heat that melts the ice.
Mine life had not been very easy at all,
My mind had not got a rest at all,
But i am four years ahead of man;
My Philosophy,
My Realm,
To be born on Friday the 13th! !
I am man full of imaginations to reach you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Less emphasis on inventories, I think, may tend to dampen business cycles, because business cycles are typically in the grasp of inventory cycles and heavy industry cycles.
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This Art Work
The love of a muse,
The pen of an artist,
This ink work will teach many yet unborn.
This art is from a realm to guide you,
This art work is like a mustard seed aroun you;
It is original!
It comes from a realm unknown;
It will inspire you.
This art is real to abstract your minds,
The innovative nature of my mind to you all;
It is the act of my dreams beyond imaginations!
This art will teach many,
It will inspire you all that love the muse.
This art work,
It is like a mustard seed;
It will grow to give you joy!
It is like the muse next door,
It will touch and influence you;
This art work ia sll that i have as an artist
This art work is never known,
It is called, 'Pen-Painting Graphics Abstracts'.
This art will teach many,
My innerself from the realm of imaginations!
This art will teach you;
But, the artist is never known.
This art is from a realm to guide you into my heart,
This art is from a realm to bring you into my world,
This is the love of a sweet muse to you all;
This art is from the pen of an artist who,
Is yet to be known.
This art is here to stay,
This art is all that i have for you all;
Cos', he who proves his skills proves his realms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Singing Songs Of Creativity
who will come share
a few of my soul nights
with gift conversations
between soul ritual nights
writing songs of creativity?
thought songs birth born
cycle through mind moments
creep flutter in mind focus
wonder rapture sets traps
throughout soul mind webs
come dance night magic
come dance day magic
come dance night day cycles
come dance day night cycles
come dance image heartbeats
haunting perspective kaleidoscopic
is canvas a mind mist vision sees
swim in illusive thought mind oceans
swim in perception birth river seas
embrace vortex walk through walls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cup-Shower
In this life,
There is always a teacher to teach yxou if you want to learn;
But, you need a 'Cup-Shower' and a candlelight to clean up your mind.
In this life,
There is always a teacher to teach you if only if you are ready to learn;
For, it takes a step forward to reach out to the heart of someone!
And, my mind is waiting for you.
The food prepared in the morning is about to be eaten,
And there is always a student when, a teacher is ready to teach;
So, be abased to my sweet muse when you are touched!
For, my sweet love is zooming around you.
Accomplishments,
With the calmness of a muse so sweet that touches you!
For, there is always a teacher if you want to learn;
But, to win a continental laurel means a lot,
However, the truth of life is always around you! !
And, you don't need these forbidding mountains to teach you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cycles
So I'm down and so I'm out
But so are many others
So I feel like tryin' to hide
My head 'neath these covers
Life is like the seasons
After winter comes the spring
So I'll keep this smile awhile
And see what tomorrow brings.
I've been told and I believe
That life is meant for livin'
And even when my chips are low
There's still some left for givin'
I've been many places
Maybe not as far as you
So I think I'll stay awhile
And see if some dreams come true.
There isn't much that I have learned
Through all my foolish years
Except that life keeps runnin' in cycles
First there's laughter
song performed by by Frank Sinatra from Cycles
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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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First The Lightning Then The Rain
First comes her lightning..
then her rain
first her humor
with kindness in its train
First the baptism by fire
and then water's laving
First Uranus
.. the way for Neptune paving
She does not in Uranian ways
laugh in her sacred church
.. but issues lightning bolts
of compassion from the pulpit
Uranus must twice revolve
to equal Neptune's once resolve
*************
(to Dr Ginnie Bourquardez, founder
of International Network for Religion
and Animals. She is with God now)
INRA combined vegetarian and animal
rights teachers in all religions
(Uranus has an orbit of 84 years
.. Neptune an octave higher
has an orbit of 168 years)
poem by Saiom Shriver
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My life in increasing circles is spun (Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen)
My life in increasing circles is spun,
encompassing newer things still.
I may not reach the last possible one
but try it I will.
Round God, ancient tower, I orbit and stalk
and circle a thousand years long;
and I know not if I be tempest or hawk
or a wonderful song.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke from Das Stunden-Buch (20 September 1899), translated by Alan Marshfield
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Circular Zones
We are the prisoners,
Dwell in the cycles,
We are frightened to peep,
Peer out of them.
What a strange experience it is!
To journey in the rings,
We stop wherefrom we begin,
Journeying not a single inch,
Like an ox rounding the persian wheel
With the bandage upon the eyes.
When we are trapped in the cycles,
They become the whole universe,
The ensnared spend the whole life,
Amid the troubles,
Deployed around the ring.
It is tragedy of the age, so-called modern,
We all have fixed ourselves,
Our minds and thoughts in the cycles,
And dare not peek out afar,
Into the calamities of others,
Dwelling in other circular zones.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Spirit Of St. Louis II
In my consortium,
In my realm, In my apartment,
And like the spirit of St. Louis in the lan dof my muse;
But Art and Craft helped me through my Primary and Middle School Education.
I exchanged most of my works for food in those dys to survive!
For the muse of Africa is well noted by those of us in Africa;
But i planned to settle down my mind after my secondary education,
Becuase the going was much tougher than i could bear.
I started to write down and to draw out every inventive idea given to me from the realms!
Because i was dreaming dreams ans seeing visions;
And with my African culture playing a major role at times,
But this issue started mainly in 1983.
Traditionally noted to the roots of my culture is my love,
And like the muse of the rainbow reflecting on us in Africa! !
But the spirit of St. Louis was all that mused up with my muse.
The daily norms of the African child,
Through the heat of the sun to make ends meet;
But my name is Edward Kofi Louis,
Born on Friday the 13th! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Whistle
To the valley of birth,
To the valley of vision,
To the valley of love;
Yes! ! Of a sound guideline in the land of my muse,
And like the fowls of the high mountains.
The king's spear!
Soon the fisherman will mourn;
And like the love of the inheritance of Beersheba.
Clean it well to its further limits and it will be yours;
And like the beasts of the earth,
Because, i have taught them with my wisdom and i know their thoughts.
It is very sad that, religion separates people;
But to the Yebusite City i will rest my mind,
And like the muse of your sweet love in the land of unity.
Baalath Beer! !
Let us teach our children kindness;
And like the prints from the soles of my feet.
She laboured and gave birth in pain!
But try to clean your mind before you give out the children's bread to the dog;
For, adultery is sin.
The valley of salt,
The valley of sugar,
The valley of pepper! !
And like a donkey's head sold for eighty shekels;
But, let us teach our children kindness.
To purify yourselves in the gardens,
In the very time of your troubles;
For, many have really chosen their own ways in this life!
And like climbing Mount Nebo to the top,
However, the referee blew the whistle for us to start the game.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Swing Low
The sun is rising in the sky
Here were waiting, standing by
Round in circles, round and round
Pulse is racing, cant sit down
The noise of people fills the air
Search for silence goes nowhere
Time just passes, starts to rain
I look at you and I feel your pain
Day after day watching it grow, counting the time
In each and every way the pleasure is mine
Through all of the high times
Through all of the low times
The farther we reach, the farther we see
The farther we go
Time after time waiting for you, when will you come
Wanting to play the game weve begun
Through all of the high times
Through all of the low times
The more we can give, the more we can keep
The more there will be
Like the man said he was right
bout something coming in the air tonight
Well if its coming, let it be now
I feel its close, I just know somehow
I cant hold on much longer
My head is filled with wonder
But if these things dont come to pass
Ill bring you water and fill your glass
Everyday the stronger it grows, its easy to see
Getting to feel how good it can be
Through all of the high times
Through all of the low times
The more that we teach, the better we learn
The better well be
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Spirit Of St. Louis
In my consirtium,
In my realm,
In my apartment,
And like thr spirit of St. Louis in the land of my muse;
But this world is full of sins.
Three months of studies and three months of love,
But Thomas Alva Edison taught himself everything that he knew;
And he became a great man! !
As he also invented the phonograph in 1877,
But cry the beloved child of Africa.
Achilles dipped into the River Styx,
But i was born on Friday the 13th of October 1961;
In the very time when the cameras around could not take my picture.
My image at birth was very hard for the cameras,
But do kiss the missing birds when i am about to touch you with my love;
For my words are more imaginative than ever!
And like Thomas Alva Edison who taught himself.
Talented from the womb of my mother, 'Catherine Esi Dede Mensah';
I came out into the world to understand the muse of love and hate,
And like the spirit of St. Louis in the land of your muse.
Art and craft were my hobbies,
Taught to me as well by my mother to enhance my future!
Since she studied embroidery and catering,
But my imaginations are what i do share with the world today.
I won my first Art Competition at the age of 12,
And i took up the spirit of St. Louis to enhance my status;
However, growing up in Africa wasn't all that easy.
This was the impetus of a gifted child,
Born in Africa to respect the muse of love;
And with the normal school to attend as a sign of honour,
But how can this system understand my status-quo?
The vice-versa was not what i met,
And i was not interested in many subjects;
But Fine Art and Mathematics were my two best subjects!
And probably, i gained the avantage of the mathematics from my father;
'Vincent Kweku Louis', who studied Architecture! !
And many are the buildings in Ghana today built by him.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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11.11.11
Today is the 11th of November 2011!
And, you were born at 11: 11 A.M.27 years ago! !
However, the kiss of your lips with my muse was like,
The sweet muse of love and care in the land of beauty!
For, you are all that i need.
At 11: 11 P.M. i found your nakedness to the world so sweet!
And like the words of love to satisfy my muse in the land of beautiful roses;
But, i have a lot to learn from you as well,
Because, you are 27 years old today and,
You are a virgin! !
You were born 27 years ago but,
The sweet love of your muse came and touched my heart!
And, you will always remember my kiss;
For, this love is all about you and i! !
And like words of peace in the land of unity,
For, i am always ready fro your love.
11.11.11!
And like the date reserved for many Germans to marry;
But all over the world are the works and words of love to move us on,
For, you are like the words so sweet to touch my lips!
And i will always remember you because, you were born on this day.
You came into this world 27 years ago in the land of survival! !
Naked to the world to respect your muse;
But, the joy of your birth had brought peace to your culture,
For, you have really made a mark to respect my muse.
You were born on the 11th of November 1984,
And today, you are 27 years olf to respect the muse of love;
But your first kiss came along like the works of peace,
Because, you waited for it for a very long time! !
And today, you are ready for marriage;
But, try to keep your virginity for the man of your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Bring Your Tender love To Me
Time goes on and my mind goes up,
But the muse of love is what i do bring closer to you;
And it is like the experiences of my mind to teach many.
The human nature,
Of the human love attached to bring you closer;
And like your tender love behind the coconut tree.
Many are to learn from my poetry and,
Like the expressions of my mind from a realm;
For it is all about love and peace on this earth.
This is all about love and life,
This is all about love and peace,
This is all about love and care,
This is all about love and joy,
For we have to express ourselves at all times;
So do bring your tender love to me my sweet one.
This love of a muse is about you,
This place of a care is about you,
This heart of a peaceful mind is about you,
And this special love goes to you always;
For it is like the thousand days gone by in the cold of love.
Where are your arms to keep me warm?
For i do think only about your tender love all day long;
And like the true love that will wake me up during the summer.
Your tender love is all that i need so,
Bring up your love to me that it may muse with the golden tree!
For my mind is on you always that,
I will be there always to love you with the kisses from a realm.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life Remains Not The Same
life remains not the same
individuality reality cycles variant same
manifest flux growth cycles rewrites original same
all will change in due cast season changes
they you will comprehend extinction end in changes
time reaps years flutter clutter field transformation changes
life fields flesh cast body spray dye changes
thought fields perception erection passion changes
soul fields transpiration transformation resurrection changes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When My Time Comes
when my time comes
i welcome time
when i die
i welcome death
like a long lost friend
of mine
when i am born again
like what they always do
babies
we start our life with a
big cry again
don't you see these
occurences in your skin
birth rebirth
don't you see how
culture comes in all
things and lives in
cycles
from fly to
butterfly
from turtle
to myrtle
doves
from cell to
you
from a mere thought
to enlightenment
from a touch of my finger
to the fire of
your soul
from the atom
to the the big bang
of the universal explosion
choose belief
have faith in the undertakings
of the stars and planets
in the sparkles of your
mind
everything comes and goes
and entwines and
climbs
ladder to ladder
cloud to cloud
space to space
unknown to known to unknown
have
and not have
none and full
you do not understand them
now
until one night when you
gaze to the heavens
and see the distance
between you and them
and then you close your eyes
and all of them are
just right within you
brothers and sisters
and kin and parents and
ancestors
one big world
in the most intimate moment
of this and that
i, will, choose, rebirths
a thousand times
i, will, choose, pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another Satellite
My heart is taken its not lost in space
And I dont want to see your mooney mooney face
I say why on earth do you revolve around me
Arent you aware of the gravity
Dont need another satellite
Im happy standing on my feet of clay
I have no wish to swim your milky milky way
I say why on earth do you send your letters round here
Only to gum up the atmosphere
Dont need another satellite
So circling well orbit another year
Two worlds that wont collide
So circling well orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
Dont need another satellite
Dont need another satellite
Abort your mission lets just say you tried
Before you glimpse I have a darker darker side
I say why in heavens name do you come on these trips
Only to freeze in a total eclipse
Dont need another satellite
So circling well orbit another year
Two worlds that wont collide
So circling well orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
Dont need another satellite
Dont need another satellite
song performed by by Xtc
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