The Nestle
Nestle, nestle, nestle!
Come and nestle up my tea when,
I have no choice at all.
Yes, you can kill the prophets but,
You cannot kill the message!
So do nestle up my tea and my nest like,
The hopes and dreams that i have for you.
Of the optical values of my love to you,
To swing out the muse with love and care;
Like the love that we share on this picture.
Come and nestle up my nest and my tea,
Like the comprehensive ideas from my conscious;
For the wind blows to where it wants to.
Come to me my lover,
Come and let us share the secrets of our love;
Like the nakedness of your love in an open air with,
The thing called love all along to muse us together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet Of A Love Gone In The Wind
SONNET OF A LOVE GONE IN THE WIND
Melvin Banggollay
I never thought the love I have conceived
With a woman whom I always believed
As the final resting place of my charm
That I vow to nest a tender love so warm,
Will ever plant in my heart seeds of despair
When all her love to me suddenly disappear,
With the magic of a man gifted with a charm
That blinded her heart to love me not I am,
As a man who has nothing but only a love
Ever wiling to serve and care beyond above,
Ever willing to offer my life as a deity
Only to prove that I am a man so worthy
To nestle the love she had shared to me
But now gone with the wind till eternity.
'Written with grief when my wife left me.'
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Let Me Share My Love With You
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you slippers so that you do not walk along barefooted.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me cloth you with the muse of love so that you do not walk around naked.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you enough food so that you do not go hungry.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you enough water so that you do not go thirsty.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me take care of you under my shelter so that you do not become homeless.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me share my money with you so that you do not become penniless.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me take you around the world so that you do not become loneliness.
For this life needs the positive values of the muse of love and,
I have enough to share with you in my humble abode of peace and care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Life is but a Dream
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear
Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?
poem by Lewis Carroll
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A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden dream --
Life, what is it but a dream?
THE END
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Pray it lasts forever
Oh, what joy is love?
Pray it lasts forever...
Dreams, hand in glove
One without number...
Oh, miracles gather
Like a true best friend:
Believe as a gambler
In faith; hope godsend.
Oh, care for that love...
That one precious flower!
Break this fall of dove...
When crisp autumn's briar!
Oh' leaves laurel her heart
Nestle her serenely golden
In a little meadow, impart
Take tree root sunken
The moonlights chill, depart.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Rolandson
The wind blows and it knows it course,
But my love will hit you like the bullet!
Because, i deeply love you for what you are.
The wind blows and we are lost in the cold,
But the muse of love is what i bring to you;
And we will live on forever!
You are talking of a person who is loved by many;
And i am talking of a person who is loved by one;
For, i have my grandmother's grave to share with you.
The rain does not fall on one man's house,
But i am living in a small room to share this love with you;
And i need your love to move on like the bullet train.
The store is ready for the coffee and i need your love,
But Auntie Jane is around to see me through;
For the love of Narobi is all about you.
A message to my wife,
Of the muse of things that clouds the air;
Buit my faith will lead me on to fulfil my dreams.
You are after this adventure and i am after this love,
And like Rolnadson who lives in the woods!
But my muse will touch you for you to learn about me as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Autumn Birds
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
And heron slow as if it might be caught.
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly.
The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by,
And darken like a clod the evening sky.
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round,
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground.
The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
poem by John Clare
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Don't Take It Personal
I feel you there,
Waiting for me.
Anticipating something I will say...
To excite your mind.
Or put you to sleep instead.
And each time I compose,
I regard it as a blessing to do so.
There are others who think of this...
As an artform they can quickly dismiss.
However...
There is much more to this,
Than the reading of lines...
For rhyme and how those rhymes might fit.
Or the prose of it and if it makes sense.
I practice the 'science of an artform'.
And it is going to change.
Just like all of nature does.
But nothing can describe how these 'messages' begin.
A poet lets it flow.
Others throw together pieces and bits...
Hoping someone reads it with an understanding,
In their minds that lingers and sits.
You know...
Like some who study for a quiz.
And 'think' they've got all the right answers?
Some submit their writings just for 'ratings'
As if to satisfy an ego.
And the greatest of those who do what they do...
Do it to let it go!
Look at Picasso's work.
Or read anything from Beck!
Haiku...?
'Two birds nestle in one nest.
Eggs yoke the heavens.
But none are white or fried.'
I...
On the other hand,
Feel extremely blessed and pleased...
God has awarded me this gift,
As a form of therapy.
And using this 'method' to release my thoughts,
To free them for others who are unsuspecting...
When I'm done with one revelation,
I am on to another one.
So if anyone anticipates what I have to say...
In the way I say it.
Don't take it personal.
I've already done that!
~Two birds nestle in one nest.
Eggs yoke the heavens.
But none are white or fried.~
*That makes absolutely no sense! *
Perhaps not to you.
But neither does this statement to me...
'Let us make man in 'our' image.'
What 'image' is that?
If the Creator is unseen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Touching The Untouchable
leave me alone,
hurt me as you desire
follow what
the heart breaks and remembers
that you touch
my lips and say Yes!
let me then tell
my way,
that parting is just
a warm salutation of hello,
and where never be
the solitaire of
the endless zeal of goodbye
touch me
once again and always
be the asset
of my dream, go with the glide
of the wind, the language
of love nestle
in the day that I touch you
Dear...
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Valley Of Anchor
To uncover her nakedness like a sweet lover on the bed of roses,
But to come up out of her grave like bat out of hell!
I am in the valley of anchor to share my views with you.
I have tiome to uncover her nakedness,
I have the joy to share her love;
But the muse that muses is all that i share with you as well.
To come up out of her grave like a bat out of hell,
With te valley of anchor to share my mind with you;
But from the days of her youth,
She was all that it takes.
Wrapped in the wings of love is her identity and,
I am in the valley of anchor to make love with her;
But from between her breasts are the true love of her muse.
Her lewdness to all is in the valley of anchor,
And her nakedness to all is seen around her youthful breasts;
But the door of her hope is what she has for you,
Like me being with her all day long.
Take a stick and write upon it,
For i desire mercy on this love than hate;
Like the great River Hiddekel.
She has set water for me to drink on this love,
Like a freewill offering of her love in the valley of anchor;
But be very careful to swim deeply into her love.
Like the King's food and the Queen's water,
Im am in a night vision of love to share my views;
And from between her breasts are the sweet things of love.
The deep and the secrets of her love,
Like the great River Hiddekel pouring down on her nakedness;
Come and explore this valley of her anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Both poles
Intimacy – Privacy,
To fondle – to nestle,
To command – to respond,
One needs both poles
To balance his own pole.
09.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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These are the multinationals, like General Motors and Nestle; these are the big industrial groups that weigh, on the monetary scale, much more than big countries like Egypt.
quote by Ahmed Ben Bella
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Look at us...
These signs of silence,
Are the reasons of urn absence.....
Yearning for your embrace,
And feel your sweet grace,
Resting by the fireplace..........
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
Sun is shining in the sky,
You're arms, that's where I’m gon' die...
Our love is so clean,
Unusual, nobody has seen,
I’m gon'nestle it & make it endlessly green....
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
You belong to me,
No matter where, we'll be...
You are always mine,
My love, my sunshine.....
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
poem by Neha Aradhye
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The Beautiful Kate!
Black sapphires nestle in her hair
And in her eyebrows, too.
Her gentle smiles, so sweet to share,
Are blessings ever new.
So statuesque, with noble grace,
Each pose a memory...
She draws us near with just a gaze...
She's such a sight to see.
Her hair cascades like waterfalls
And glistens now and then...
And suddenly my heartbeat stalls,
Then starts I know not when.
Yet in those moments, time stood still,
When love was in the air...
When all at once I felt a thrill,
That seemed beyond compare.
God blesses those who seek to please,
Who dress their best each day,
Who radiate a sense of peace
In all they do and say.
So I'll be thankful for each twirl,
So cheerful, chic and great...
Who is this truly lovely girl?
She's the beautiful Kate...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Provisions
Oil, wine and some fruits;
And to reassure your sweet love with my muse!
But i met you in am open field last night,
And i will look after you with my love.
Provisions and gifts,
In the open fields of love and care;
But i will surely deliver you with my love,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.
Provisions, soon, son, sons, vision, visions, in, pin, poor!
And all around with the muse of your love;
But write down the words that i have spoken to you in a book,
For my joy is like the muse of the rainbow seen around.
Provisions, on, no, pros, sin, sins, ion, ions, is, in, pins!
But the life of a hunter is like the life of your muse;
And like the joy of your love as seen around,
Because i am ever ready to share my mind with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Zebrudayah
Acah, Zeruyah, Zebi and Zebrudayah!
Friends of love to share the muse of peace;
And like the rats in the holes who want to take a rest,
Because this is the day for you and i want to swing on your muse of love.
I know your abode and you know my muse,
But you are turning things upside down like the potter's clay!
And you know the truth on this muse of love,
But when it comes to love, be esteemed like the strong forest! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sleeping together
Sleeping together, yet being alone
This soliloquy has nothing to do with sex
It’s more ramblings, about cuddling, and just lying unconscious
And about intimacy, about sharing morning breath.
It’s about spooning, hugging, sharing the covers
And most of us have these nighttime pleasures to own
While many others, and I’m sure there are many
Are sleeping together, yet being alone.
Sleeping together is a thing based in the primeval
In the litter, in the nest, in the pack
The piling upon, over and under and among
One’s brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers
All sleeping together, never alone or lonely.
At any time 'lonely' can start and grow like a cancer
So nestle up, cling tightly, so you’ll never be
Sleeping together, yet being alone
poem by David Whalen
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Inside The Plane...a Note For Myself...
for an argument about
a seat number
i have degraded myself
into
the most foolish
man of the month
i could not imagine myself
humiliated
by my own self
somehow, i should have kept my mouth
shut
it is this orifice that puts me in hell sometimes
why did i not nestle in the dignified comfort of
my right to be silent?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her Mission
She is so winsome and so wise
She sways me at her will,
And oft the question will arise,
What mission does she fill?
O then I say with pride untold,
And love beyond degree,
This woman with the heart of gold,
She just keeps house for me-
For me,
She just keeps house for me!
A full content dwells on her face,
She's quite in love with life,
And for a title wears with grace
The sweet old-fashioned 'wife.'
Our children climb upon her knee,
And nestle on her breast,
And ah! her mission seems to me
The grandest and the best.
O then I say with pride untold,
And love beyond degree,
This woman with the heart of gold,
She just keeps house for me-
For me,
She just keeps house for me!
poem by Jean Blewett
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