The First Fruits
Once upon the rivers of hope,
Once upon the fountains of waters,
Once upon the valleys of dreams,
Once upon the mountains of love,
Singing as it went through the gardens;
The first fruits of the muse matters a lot.
A message to the walled city,
To it's appointed owners;
No more pain,
No more sorrow,
No more tears,
No more death,
No more crying,
Of the former things gone too soon;
With all things mad anew on a high mountain.
Walk with me in white to know about this story,
Like the potter's vessels;
The first fruits of love is with us all.
In a deep valley,
You should keep the fire burning;
Like brides adorned to their husbands.
To the first fruits of hope,
Like a sickle on the earth;
To the first fruits of dreams,
Like the leaves for healing;
This land of rivers do ned rest.
Life is like the mystery of a woman;
It is noted,
It is written,
It is done!
Like the bride and the groom in the deep valley! !
So, let the first fruits be enjoyable,
And let the artist's pens do judge the mystery;
It's all like a walled city at peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eatting Fruits
Eat fruits
Eat...
Every day...
Each
Break fast...
Lunch...
Dinner...
Eat...
Fruits...
Fruits is
Good for health...
Fruits is
Good for Taste
Fruits is
Good for mind...
Fruits is
Good for god...
So...
Fruits is
Good for hole and
Hoe body...
Any fruits...
Any time...
Eat eat eat...
Avoide all all
Disease...
Thats all...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My personal attitude toward atheists is the same attitude that I have toward Christians, and would be governed by a very orthodox text: "By their fruits shall ye know them." I wouldn't judge a man by the presuppositions of his life, but only by the fruits of his life. And the fruits — the relevant fruits — are, I'd say, a sense of charity, a sense of proportion, a sense of justice. And whether the man is an atheist or a Christian, I would judge him by his fruits, and I have therefore many agnostic friends.
quote by Reinhold Niebuhr
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Earl
The frist fruits of manhood and the first fruits of love,
The first fruits of womanhood and the first fruits of love,
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine;
But i am always ready for Earl my lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Green Olive Tree
Green Olive Tree,
Lovely and righteous with your fruits!
But try to remember my name always,
For i am ever ready to pluck your fruits of love and taste them;
Because you are my only hope on this earth! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Fruits of Mankind
Taste the bitterness of the fruits
that grow and rot within.
They lack the kindness that erupts
and oozes out as sin.
These fruits are part of every tree,
the tree from which they've grown.
They look like all the other fruit
but are different and they've known.
what lies within them is not right
and still they do conceal,
hoping to blend in with all the rest
until the skin does peel.
The tree cannot be blamed for this.
It's just the way things are.
We must discard these fruits to protect the rest
or they will leave their scar.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Duly Ratified
The first fruits in Achaia,
Love is the key to live;
The second fruits in Accra,
To my sweet lover in the bush!
But great in pleasure is the muse of your love.
I am filled with the comfort of your love,
But eternal are things unseen!
For the temporary things seen around are like,
The blessing of giving! !
So come out from among them and be separated.
The blessing of sharing and the blessing of peace,
Do not touch the unclean things and live!
For i am like the light shining out of your darkness,
But this poem is with joy to you all.
Many years after your love,
It had been duly ratified to satisfy your muse;
And like an infant in the land of your sweet home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Only one fruit
Fruits is
Not fast food...
Fruits is
Not...
Junk food...
Fruits is
Not...
Bad food...
Fruits is
Natural food...
Not waste
At home eat
Every day
Atleast one fruit...
With your taste...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Following No Rules
...is like going towards a house
on a mountaintop
the trees there have
ripe fruits for the picking
lots of jack
fruits spreading a map
of smell
and you focus your gaze
and you do not know
which way
you follow a scent
a view
and you bow down
to a thick grass
finding your way in there
you are not lost
you are tired
the house is still there
the fruits are about to fall
no one has gone there yet
in your wild
imagination
a native tells you frankly
sir, it is only the top of the mountain
nothing more
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Works
A city which is set on a hill cannot be hidden,
So i saw you from afar before i came to you;
Because you do have what keeps my heart going.
Let your light shine among the people around so that,
They may see your righteous works and thank the Father in heaven!
And like ten thousand rivers of oil.
Deep in the depth of love,
The light is darkened by the clouds of your muse;
And like when the summer fruits gathers,
Because your works are seen all over!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Young Fruits
Your love will sustain my old age and,
I need the young fruits of your breasts;
So kiss me and embrace me with your sweet love.
Of the land of my fathers and the land of my mothers,
Your young fruits of love are all that i need;
So come and let me walk through the wilderness of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Reprimanded
Reprimanded, near, mend, dame, rear, ram, rim, did, pear, pie;
Plant gardens and eat their fruits!
For the days are coming when there will be no food around;
Because, we are now faced with wars all over the earth!
Reprimanded, air, pair, fair, repair, hair, lair, rape, dare, dread, pad;
I have heard your voice today!
But plant gardens and eat their fruits;
For there are hatred than love on this earth today,
But the wages of sin is death.
Reprimanded, dan, dear, read, deer, ape, red, deed, need, ride;
But i will correct you in measure!
And like what you did to your neighbour;
But try to learn from your mistakes always.
Reprimanded, remian, remand, maid, aid, paid, mad, pear, rider;
For what the mokey left behind is now being eaten by the ants,
And like the love of your muse in the land of trouble!
But i will visit you at the right time.
Reprimanded, mean, raid, ear, aide, pride, made, rap, reap, am;
With the works of war in every man's hands!
But who is ready to turn the hands of this clock of hatred?
Reprimanded, mail, nail, man, men, red, main, pea, deem, dream;
But with your care on this muse to guide me on!
And like the field of peace in the land of joy,
But plant gardens and eat their fruits.
Reprimanded, dead, pair, prime, air, die, ran, rail, era, are, pride;
For the days are now full of the troubles around us!
But be very wise to do what is right always;
And like a joyful feast being honoured in your name.
Reprimanded, rend, rand, eand, and, in, an, me, dad, dean, dearie;
But your deeds have now led you into prison!
And like a dry land without water;
But peace brings about true love and care than hatred.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Great Peace
Peace is making your calling and election sure;
Enjoying the fruits of the Holy Spirit you will endure;
Fruits such as love, joy, peace and patience against which there is no
law;
Peace is friendship with the Saviour and before Him bow;
Great peace is promised to those who love God's law;
And being offended at nothing is nice because;
Peace is not worrying about anything;
Your trust is in God and you love to sing:
Glory to God in the highest and on earth good will toward men;
Peace is a gift from God our Father when you allow Jesus to come in.
poem by Bernice Hooks
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A Loving Mother
I love you my mum
rest there for rest
your body I giving for earth to keep
rivers and green,
ground around you love it to snug rest
Mum your body which i give to them
to nourish the green give them fruits
you climb the sandy rock around you
of the beauty they hold.
the rivers and the green hold thy blood
the ground is my body which i give to them
I love you mum
you made me teach to love them the green trees around
and I wish to kiss every crevice and crack of this beauty land
I wish to touch the land the body of you
I am in love
as the ground where you take rest to mother earth
and gives fruit and life to this silly man
so will my love, and days to walk alone
rest in peace Mum
poem by Thampi KEE
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Fruits of Victory
These be the fruits, O man who would out-loom
The proudest Caesar of Rome's proudest story,
When legion after legion marched to doom
That one man might be clothed in briefest glory;
Torn bodies, bloody fields and the rank lees
Of Conquest's maddening draft, and so a nation,
Fat with much spoil and many victories,
Drifted into decay and desolation.
These be the fruits: Dead men who die in vain,
Maimed broken men, to living death surrendered,
A myriad stricken homes to mourn the slain
Men? Cannon-fodder to the War God tendered,
Deluded boys, primed with vainglorious dreams
Of flashing steel, romance - war's outworn story
Sent forth to gasp young lives out in foul streams
Of fetid gas - meet attributes of glory!
These be the fruits: This tortured shred of flesh,
Lately a youth, with youth's bright gifts scarce tasted
Sent to the shambles, while, still clear and fresh
In minds of men, the Lesson lingers, wasted
The Lesson tought but lately; and so plain,
That even fools its wisdom here might borrow;
For victor and for vanquished, war's sole gain
Lies in long after years of pain and sorrow.
Fruits? Dead-sea fruits, most bitter with the taste
Of all war's grim bequest of worse confusion.
God and men's bodies, fruitful earth laid waste
Not in dire need, but for a vain delusion,
And, in the end, a tinsel god who prates
Of hollow victories, crying, 'Tomorrow
Shall we triumphant rise!' While at the gates
Lurks a land's heritage - relentless Sorrow.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Tree Without Fruits
the way they handle
a tree without fruits is
crazy
it is as though
the leaves do not matter anymore
or the roots
or even the wood itself
or the living rings
within
that tell about
a certain
age
they are thinking about
a fire
they are cruel
and i think they deserve
to be
burned in hell
the value of the tree
is not just its fruits
mind you
trees also present memories
of their own
their roots too have
beautiful stories to tell
their twigs and lentils
too have dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Food and hunger go wasted
Cheep is she, who I can get.
But to get access, my pride forbids.
The other is worthy to befriend.
But to get her, her pride forbids.
The withered fruits lie unpicked.
The hanging fruits are untouched.
The fruits are in decay.
My hunger is in dismay.
6.11.2000, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That Is Perhaps What Poetry Is All About
a seed thrown on the ground
beside a bush, it grows and you do not notice.
it is sad to say, neglect does not bother.
time is its ally, and it begins to feel its roots
and leaves.it dreams of fruits.
the seed is now a tree, and it summons children
to play, to climb its branches and to reap its fruits.
that is its only joy. To give.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fruits Of The Tree
What fruits we have!
Glittering with evil,
To shed innocent blood,
Shining with greed,
And we end in comfort that lasts only a moment
What fruits we bare!
Lost in ambition and passion
That we preach prosperity and success
As if they last an eternity
Swelling with pride that lasts a stint
Fruits of the tree
That the master has planted.
They can choose to ripen, or to stay raw!
They can choose to rot, or to stay ripe!
But, every fruit stands the test of time.
In the end, Ripe with truth and love,
Victory is imminent.
Rotten with deception and hatred,
Destruction waits:
The fruits from the tree of life
poem by Timothy muggaga
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The Fruits You Eat
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autumn Ill
Autumn ill and adored
You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries
When it has snowed
In the orchard trees
Poor autumn
Dead in whiteness and riches
Of snow and ripe fruits
Deep in the sky
The sparrow hawks cry
Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs
Who’ve never been loved
In the far tree-lines
the stags are groaning
And how I love O season how I love your rumbling
The falling fruits that no one gathers
The wind the forest that are tumbling
All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf
The leaves
You press
A crowd
That flows
The life
That goes
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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