The Root Of David
An expanse between the waters!
Yahweh blessed the Seventh Day and set it apart to be Holy;
But, let true love be multiplied to us all.
The lust of the flesh,
The lust of the eyes,
And of the pride of this world!
But, let true love be multiplied to us all.
The soldiers were marching in like the gossip in 'Nii Boi Town'! !
But, what do you know and, what yo you want to say?
For, how long can you teach these men and women?
I am living in a strange land without BBC and CNN!
So, don't be lukewarm to me and to the truth;
For, there are twenty-four seats around the throne.
People of this world!
Listen and learn from the truth always;
And be zealous always and be ready to repent from any wrong doings,
For, the measure of the wheat is now for a penny.
He is from the root of David and he is ready to open the scroll,
Roll, toll, moll, boll, poll, stroll, doll, loll, scroll! !
And, i am from the root of David to write out my mind;
So, try to understand my poems with much wisdom.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bible in Poetry: Revelation 5
The Scroll and the Lamb:
1To His right hand, I saw a scroll,
With writing on both sides of it,
And sealed with seven seals as well.
2A mighty angel said aloud,
'Who is the worthy one to break
The seals and open scroll, Tell me? '
3But none in heaven or on earth
Or under earth could open scroll
Or look inside it anyway.
4I wept because no one was found
Who was worthy to open it.
5Then one of the elders said to me,
'Don’t weep! The Lion of the Judah tribe,
The Root of David has triumphed.
He will open the scroll and seals.'
6 I saw a Lamb that appeared slain,
And standing in the throne’s center,
Encircled by creatures, elders.
He had horns seven horns and like eyes,
Which are God’s seven big spirits
That are sent out into the earth.
7He took the scroll from his right hand.
8And when he had taken it thus,
The living creatures four fell down
Before the Lamb with the elders.
Each one possessed a harp with it,
And held gold bowls filled with incense,
Which are the prayers of the saints.
9And they sang a new song:
'Worthy are you to take the scroll
And open its seals,
Because you’re slain,
And with your blood,
You purchased men for God,
From every tribe and language,
And people and nation.”
10You’ve made them to be a kingdom,
And priests to serve our Lord and God,
And they will reign upon the earth.'
11And then, I looked and heard the voice
Of many angels, in thousands
Upon thousands in their numbers,
And ten thousand times, ten thousand,
They encircled the splendid throne,
And living creatures and the elders.
12In a loud voice they sang:
'O worthy is the Lamb, who’s slain,
To receive pow’r, wealth, wisdom, strength
And honor, glory and all praise! '
13 And then I heard every creature,
In heaven, earth and in the sea,
And all that is in them, singing:
'To Him who sits upon the throne
And to the Lamb, be praise, honor
Glory and power, forever! '
14The living creatures said, 'Amen, '
While elders fell down, worshiped Him.
poem by John Celes
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Helena
Bolt and nut,
Bring the washer in between to satisfy my muse;
For i am Helena in the land of your muse!
Lost, cost, post, host, most;
I am Helena and i want your love;
But the bananas and the mangoes are not yet matured,
So try to fix up things to meet up to m ymuse.
Toll, doll, loll, moll, poll, roll;
Watch my lips and try to understand my words,
For the washer in between will surely satisfy my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Deep Sea
Your law is the truth,
Your love is the way,
Your romance is the taste to share,
Of the aches and pains in these bodies;
Please, do not murder;
Since all the holidays are for the pagan gods.
Of the great stone of Abel,
If you will listen diligently about life;
Like the numerous congregations at the shore.
Evening, midnight, cockrow, or of the early morning;
The elevated strong hold of the shore is around you.
Quinctilis was the fifth month,
In honour of julius Ceasar!
The fifth monmth then became July and,
This is what Satan want to see.
Of the sweet taste of love,
She rebelled against him;
Like the harp and the lyre in the deep sea of love,
Wake up to these facts and learn more.
At the waters of Meribah,
To scatter then throughtout the land;
Sextilis was the sixth month.
Of a message to the stormy wind,
Like the deliverance in Yahrusalom;
Later, Sextilis became August in honour of Augustus Ceasar.
September was the seventh month,
Like the stick that divided the red sea;
They built,
They grew,
They multiplied;
So teach me so that i may see.
Of wisdom by the birds of the air,
To walk like a snail;
Of the perfect atmosphere,
To think like an ant;
Eyes and ears of the world,
Listen to me when i do write.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love And Lust
Each shall have a room, as they are distinct
As love is blind, lust has eyes wide open for its games
As love is day, lust is the night at the bar
As love speaks the truth, lust can just lay silent looking for the tasty froth
Love need not be beautiful but lust makes it a requisite
Love may abstain, but lust cannot
By its nature it thrives in banquets
Love is pure but lust goes to mud in all wild wrestling for what it desires
I can love you without lust
But you may not like it after all
I love and lust you
And in you
Love and lust shall
Hold hands, kiss tight, hiss all the night
Love and lust
The two becoming one
To both of us
So this union may last
This communion of souls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ready For Love
I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
Id quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity
I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately Ive been thinking
Maybe youre not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
Ill say the same thing
I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I wont complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here
If you give me half a chance
Ill prove this to you
I will be patience, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respects the spirit world
And thinks with his heart
I am ready for love
If youll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can
I am ready for love
Here with a offering of
My voice
My eyes
My soul
My mind
Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love
I am ready
song performed by by India Arie
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An Assurance
Say that I should say I love ye,
Would you say 'tis but a saying?
But if love in prayers move ye,
Will ye not be moved with praying?
Think I think that love should know ye,
Will you think 'tis but a thinking?
But if love the thought do show ye,
Will ye lose your eyes with winking?
Write that I do write you blessed,
Will you write 'tis but a writing?
But if truth and love confess it,
Will ye doubt the true inditing?
No, I say, and think, and write it,
Write, and think, and say your pleasure;
Love, and truth, and I indite it,
You are blessed out of measure.
poem by Nicholas Breton
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Another Of The Same (A Report Song In A Dream)
Say that I should say I love ye,
Would you say 'tis but a saying?
But if Love in prayers move ye,
Will ye not be moved with praying?
Think I think that Love should know ye,
Will you think 'tis but a thinking?
But if Love the thought do show ye,
Will ye loose your eyes with winking?
Write that I do write you blessed,
Will you write 'tis but a writing?
But if Truth and Love confess it,
Will ye doubt the true inditing?
No, I say, and think, and write it,
Write, and think, and say your pleasure;
Love, and truth, and I indite it,
You are blessèd out of measure.
poem by Nicholas Breton
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All The Wrongs
No really
Literally
I think I love you
You make me so excited too
When I'm around you I just want to sing, sing love songs
But I can't help but consider all the wrongs
I don't know if I love you, girl I don't know what love is
When I look at myself I'm disgusted 'why would anyone be his? '
Aren't you? even if not, if you saw what I see
Wouldn't you hate me?
I don't understand, I don't want to talk to me...but you do
It almost seems like you care too
I'm just not good enough for you, this is all I got
Just not
But there's so much more
Yes there's a lot of me to abhor
But I'm also not ready
I just cant handle being in a relationship,
I'm not even comfortable being me
I can't even get a grip
But there's so much more
Yes there's a lot of me to abhor
But also what about faith
Do you believe what I do?
Can I have fellowship with you?
What about the deepest relationship of all
We have to share that or we'll just fall
Even if you do, I bet I can guarantee
The problem again is me
I'm not ready, we'd be unequally yoked, because I'm well, I'm me.
But there's so much more
Yes, there's a lot of me to abhor
I don't want you to love me
I desire your love more than I desire life
And yet I want YOUR life to be rife
With happiness and true love, can't you see
Since I love you I don't want you to love me
Since I love you I want someone else for you
Since I love you I want what's best for you too
That's not me
So Since I love you (or so I convince myself) don't love me.
But there's so much more
Yes, there's a lot of me to abhor
But also lust
Maybe it's excitement, maybe it's really sinful, sorry to disgust
You, but I desire you
In a bad way too
Not often, and surely this is why I hate myself
But there are times when I allow these desires just to engulf
Me, they take over, and so your looks get in the way
Because you're gorgeous, but I want to love for who you really are
Can I really do that? With my scar?
I want to really love you I say...
Really, I want to love, I don't want this lust, I can't separate the two
I'm sorry, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you
I'm sorry, so sorry for the lust
I'm sorry, so sorry, sorry for me.
poem by David Knox
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Creative Desires
Satisfy your creative desires into the world of my poems,
And be ready to learn from me;
Because as the poetry goes,
So is the state of my mind with the writer's pen.
A youthful love is the desire of my ink and,
The vibrant act of my muse is all about us;
But many people do have creativity as well.
The love of my words is from the literature of my pen,
And like cash and carry in the world of business;
But never be on my credit if you have no love.
Satisfy your creative desires into the world of my muse,
For a little success will surely breed more success!
Because i have a message for this world and,
My ink will keep on writing to touch you always over there.
Imaginations and love,
My poems are woven around a fascinating kernel of truth;
So cry your cry and paddle your own boat,
And be ready to learn from me as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Story That Needs To Be Told
True love is something that cant die
Its the little things that brings it to life
The way your eyes light when u see that person
You smile so big u don't no that u smiling
You tell the world that's your true love
When the world does not know you
You think of that person so much
That it hurts not having them there next to u
When two people meet
They tend to think that spark u have will last
I call that LUST
As soon as that spark leave
Then u no that LUST turns to LOVE
LOVE is a test to see if two people will make it
When one misses that LUST
One misses being single
Small things make everything count
True love come with a price
Its hard to love
The arguments u have
That's a test
If one can't take that
Then one tends to turn to LUST
Gets that spark by someone else
And forgetting that LOVE is better
Phone calls at night say goodnight
A message in the morning saying morning
Keeps love awake all night
True love comes within two hearts
Once u got it hold on and don't let go..
poem by Da Chad barnard
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The Way I See Love
True love is something that cant die
Its the little things that brings it to life
The way your eyes light when u see that person
You smile so big u don't no that u smiling
You tell the world that's your true love
When the world does not know you
You think of that person so much
That it hurts not having them there next to u
When two people meet
They tend to think that spark u have will last
I call that LUST
As soon as that spark leave
Then u no that LUST turns to LOVE
LOVE is a test to see if two people will make it
When one misses that LUST
One misses being single
Small things make everything count
True love come with a price
Its hard to love
The arguments u have
That's a test
If one can't take that
Then one tends to turn to LUST
Gets that spark by someone else
And forgetting that LOVE is better
Phone calls at night say goodnight
A message in the morning saying morning
Keeps love awake all night
True love comes within two hearts
Once u got it hold on and don't let go
poem by Da Chad barnard
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The Scroll With No Words
I saw the brown dusty scroll,
Took it with eager to have knowledge,
Might it be a lexicon i pondered?
Or rather a verbatim of illusions?
Or maybe a book of inspiration?
Reaching out to remove the dust,
The scroll automatically opened,
To the amusement of an eager man,
It was a Scripture, with no words in it
I realised the mandate, i should write it
In my scroll shall be the thoughts of you,
Writing them in consistence of love,
My thoughts i shall daily dedicate,
Writing the unexplained feelings,
So shall be my scriptures filled with you,
The poems i shall write,
The stories i shall narrate,
The myths i shall explain,
My love i shall describe,
And my scroll i shall surely write.
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Justice Peace Truth & Love
For justice, truth and peace to flow
Love too has fruit to bear
United must become all four
And practiced everywhere
True justice cannot stand alone
It needs of truth and peace
When love becomes the corner stone
Sweet fruit will never cease
Let's drink The Truth as sweet old wine
Let love live not in vane
Mix justice now with peace divine
Allow harmony reign
For justice without love is nought
Peace without truth’s a lie
Until the world this fact is taught
Condemned she’s bound to die
To facts of life she must be wise
Her children need to see
Until they look with open eyes
Salvation cannot be
When truth and peace they understand
When love becomes her root
When justice lifts her outstretched hand
She’ll bear the sweetest fruit
Let candour be a constant guide
Integrity wear a crown
Impartiality reign inside
With love as wedding gown
Allow love’s wisdom steadfast rule
Truth’s knowledge change one’s heart
Let peace become our daily tool
Let justice play her part
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Really, I Am In A Bad Time Of My Life
but i am used to these bad times
you see
these happen most of the time, we get used to these
bad times
and after a while we are no longer
affected,
no longer ruled by these bad times
and we become numb like we are prepared for an operation
like the way how my gallbladder
was removed four years ago
and people
call me sweet and women taste me and say i am
sweet and i like it
the bitterness is gone now
and i am ready for something new something sweeter
come what may
i have open arms and interesting eyes that speak the language
of
yucks! lust.
do you want to taste this chunk of lust?
or a slice of happiness? they call it love,
endearment, but i like it
when it is simply called by its plain name
no euphemisms
lust, lust, lust, just lust, no heart
i want a heartless love affair
one that does not
hurt
let me share it with you, but first tell me
were you once bitter too?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Has Love Become?
lust
lust without love
rape
lust with love
acceptable
love changes everything
Love
is love all we need?
does the world shun salvation
out of pride
to void the corny solution
debate it if you will
but, no
the world doesn't need love
it depends on it
without it
their would be no I, no you, no they
a hamster runs the wheel
and at the end of the day
he's still stuck in a cage
though we may pity his way of life
we are no different
we are all running without sight over the hill
never knowing what lies forward
perhaps it's just curiosity that drives us
no
it's love
love for ones self
love for ones wellbeing
love for the ones around us
oh boy love is all we need honey
but perhaps we don't know what love is
try this, replace all love
with money
the prostitution solution
truth of my words
poem by Joseph Pryor
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Truth!
Truth!
And the people gathered;
To listen to the truth and,
To know the source of it! !
But, who has the truth? !
Yes, the truth;
The Creator (Yahweh Almighty) Has the Truth,
And He gave it to His Son (Yahshua Messiah) !
But now, the truth is with us,
Because, Yahshua gave it to His Chosen Ones;
And today, the truth only comes from the one who represents Yahshua!
And, he is Elder Yisrayl Hawkins;
So, today, we do have the truth around us if only if we are ready to learn.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Peace!
Everything comes from God above
Both Heaven and earth agree
That peace will only come through love
Once truth has set us free
When all mankind does Heaven’s will
And rights the things gone wrong
Then peace one day her heart will fill
Then joy will be her song
But still our wars on earth increase
It seems that no one cares
What is this thing the world calls peace?
What are the fruit it bears?
We now must learn to pray as one
Must cease each selfish fight
Until true peace through love is won
And hearts through Christ unite
Before this world can live as blessed
The truth she needs to see
Her differences must come to rest
Her wars must cease to be
We disagree through injured pride
We kill because of hate
Because of foolish things inside
To love, we close the gate
When in the world true love we sow
When love flows through our hearts
In individuals peace can grow
And true Salvation starts
For what is peace without true love?
How can the world survive?
How can a soul join God above?
And ever stay alive
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Today... 'Christ our Hope
All is not lost, there's still hope and no need for fear.
Do not weep for The Lion of Judah is here.
The Root of king David has triumphed and prevailed.
The scroll has been opened and His glory unveiled.
And now throughout the heavens this new song peals.
'You're worthy to take the scroll to open its seals'.
For with Your blood You purchased us when You were slain
And made us a kingdom and priests on earth to reign.'
Hallelujah Christ is our hope and certainty.
No one can ever dispute His sovereignty.
He now reigns as the King of kings and Lord of lords
And all that hoped in Him shall receive their rewards.
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Teach Them How To Fish
you may give them fish
but for how long will you be giving them fish? for how long will you fish yourself?
teach them how to fish and they will also teach others how to fish.
that is wiser that way.
teach them poetry at first. let them read the easiest one to understand. let them
see the beauty of the simplest lines from you and from the poet that you love.
teach them how to write one from the fingers of their hand. love their work and tell them how beautiful are they. there is always beauty in every personalized line. i know.i am telling you. your lines speak what is in your heart and everything
inside our hearts are always innately beautiful
let them read their lines. let them speak the meaning that they are hiding in there. that which you have never seen yourself. let them defend beauty and grace and truth in their own work. beauty and truth and goodness have to be
defended by its creator too.
listen. open your mind. listen attentively.
teacher. listen to them. they are now making their own.
love each work.
teacher listen. now they are teaching you. now you are learning some more.
they have their own wings now.
teacher, see the sky. see them. oh how beautiful are they. they are all flying
and singing. do not wish them to come back to you. let them fly away.let them see the big wide world. let them find the other universes.
they are not yours. they belong to themselves. they are now free.
that is your happiness that even the gods cannot give you.
sit back. and write another poem for another batch. some more. some time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Completing All The Touches
Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek
Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Lines of Lust
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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