The Spirit Of St. Louis VI
Blue tongues and red tongues,
Yellow tongues and white tongues,
Don't jumble your state of affairs when the floods set in!
But with the spring, summer, autumn and winter in mind;
For i am only with the wet and dry seasons over here,
But the muse of St. Louis is all about my love.
The very place i belong to is like your own country,
But my experiences in Africa had taught me a lot of lessons;
And like two people born to two different parts of the world,
For they will surely grow up differently with different status! !
Because one may either progress or regress in respective to the other.
Life is like an Aircraft that touches down on a runway as it taxis along,
And i have landed into the world to contribute my quota;
But my sweet mind is all that i have to share with you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Spirit Of St. Louis V
In my consotium,
Of blue tongues and red tongues!
But the yellow tongue came in to respect my muse,
And like the colours of the rainbow to tell my story as an African.
The wolves of the night and the birds of the day,
Cure the rabies to give them babies! !
For i do take my afternoon nap under the big trees,
And the heat of Africa is all about my sweet muse.
Tie up your lace to win the race set before you,
For the race of this world is all about left-handed and right-handed;
But respect him or her to move up with life,
And like the joy of my mind in the land of talented people.
I've got my right brain to think from and,
My left-hand to write with;
But talented with the muse of love when the sun shines on me,
For Mother Africa is my home.
Mumble, grumble, fumble, crumble, tumble, jumble, bumble, humble;
Humble yourself when your neighbours tumble,
And like a bumble-bee in the land of sweet roses!
But don't crmble the bread when someone has not eaten.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Be Young You
The tongues of some men are made of metal
The tongues of some men are made of oil
But the keeper of those men never rolled
Their tongues for anybodys free ride but his own
Now the oily tongues are thirsty for black gold.
But the old men are going to bed
Theyll be sleeping through the future
And the children red with fire
They got to move away the old mans rusty beds.
Now the tongue, the tongue of a master
That should be laughter - with dancing legs
Like a flying wheel for the weak and sad man
Some tongues of man are made of silence
And your eyes will listen.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Murdered By Their Tongues
Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.
Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Abandoned good deeds are left undone.
In big numbers.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.
They've been murdered by their tongues.
Stubborn these people,
Who've been murdered by their tongues.
Unconscious people,
Who are murdered by their tongues.
These fools are equal,
Who will murder anyone with their wicked tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.
Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.
Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.
They've been murdered by their tongues.
Stubborn these people,
Who've been murdered by their tongues.
Unconscious people,
Who are murdered by their tongues.
These fools are equal,
Who will murder anyone with their wicked tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come To Me
Come to me
While Im sleeping
So their wagging tongues
Might not find you, my love
All the while
They lie down
[Ill let a so sweet]
For Ill die for my love
So stop this night so strong
That I will remember
And have it ever after
Come to me
While Im sleeping
So their wagging tongues
Might not find you, my love
[interlude]
Come to me
End my dreaming
So their wagging tongues
Might not find you, my love
round the corner
Back of hands
Theyll still be talking
Whether or not wed ever
Whether wed ever, my love
song performed by by Vangelis
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Chocolates
sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's lullabies
a chatterbox
speaks to me
every minute
of my life
no he does not speak
through tongues
but deeds
and he is my creator
this heart beats
each beat
signals his permission
to let me live
the sky full of stars
every star
a word of
his mightiness
his promise of
a life beyond
a rose blooms
a verse from
his poetic vault
a haiku
to share the
little pleasure of life
the tinkling sound
of the little brook
in the forest
his soothing tongue
to calm me down
god's tongues
sprout everywhere
engaging me in his world
propelling me up
the evolution chain
with his lulabies
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Love Is The Law
ft. Paul Kelly
Love Is The Law
Though I speak in tongues of angels
And in many tongues of men
Though prophecy may sing through me
Without love I'm nothing
Though I understand all mysteries
And can see the story's end
Though my faith can move mountains
Without love I'm nothing
Love is the law
song performed by by Bic Runga
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Seasons......
Spring brings joy and revival
The world is filled with freshness,
Sprinkle and sparkle glimpse
Sky gets painted with Rainbow;
Summer is bright and colourful
Bright yellow flowers bloom afresh,
Summer has arrived with fullness,
White, yellow, red, orange and blue;
Autumn is dusty and dry
Withering and falling old leaves,
Autumn is setting in fast
Old decay for new to arise;
Winter is cool and blissful,
Snow is pleasant surprise,
Everything is painted white,
Soon it shall melt to make way;
The cycle of Seasons goes on,
World changes with its mood.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Love Has Its Seasons
A cool chill sweeps through the air
winter is approaching
soon the grass will have a blanket of white
nights will get longer
then soon it will be over for another year.
Spring will be with us
new growth will spring up from the ground
the days will get warmer
when summer once again appears
spreading its colours everywhere.
Then it is back into autumn once more
and the chilly air that it brings.
Love has its seasons also to share
sometimes it can be frosty
and winter chills fill the air
it can be cold
like the white blanket of snow.
Love can be like spring
imparting new life as it begins to grow.
The glow that if offers
is like the warming summer sun
that blossoms into beauty
before the ravages of autumn come
and the years trickle away.
poem by David Harris
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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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Nature's Season's
Season's come and season's go,
There are four in each year,
Of our time keeping.
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
Winter,
In other parts of the world,
Their season's are called something else,
Each Season is,
Of different type,
Yet,
Two and Two,
To begin and become,
Spring shows the begining,
Of growth and new season,
So for plants,
Vegetation,
Spring Chickens,
Spring Lambs,
The Calflings,
The Fouls,
All come in the Spring,
And flourish in the Summer,
Summer shows bloom,
From the plants to the Fouls,
And all are seen in full bloom,
Even the birds and the bees,
Sing the songs,
Of spring and summer,
With the Sun's rays,
That shows nature,
In full bloom,
By the time,
All is in full bloom,
And what shows and blooms,
Blossoms all summer,
And just when we are relaxed,
And see no clouds in the sky,
The seson changes,
Beginning with,
The fall,
Autumn's,
Season,
Commences to begin,
Where,
All in bloom,
Falls away and decays,
While the rest,
Fly away,
And,
Migrate,
Or,
Hibernate,
And just when,
We have seen it all disappear,
The frost and snow,
Covers all over,
And chills the air,
Where the chilling effect,
Kills off all decay,
And the blue ice time period,
Takes over for a time,
Chilling,
Freeezing,
Keeping everything beneath the earth,
As winter sets itself right in,
And far beneath the froasted earth,
Is all in nature,
Rekindling itself,
To regrowth itself,
And then spring growth,
Again,
Next season,
That starts the circle of life,
2 x 2 = 4,
The four seasons,
Of,
Our circle of life,
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
Winter,
The four seasons,
Of ours,
That is 2 x 2,
Spring and Summer,
Then,
Autumn and Winter,
That makes it known,
As 4 seasons,
To us all.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Life Is Lovely All the Year
When the buds are blossoming,
Smiling welcome to the spring,
Lovers choose a wedding day -
Life is love in merry May!
Spring is green - Fal lal la!
Summer's rose - Fal lal la!
It is sad when Summer goes,
Fal la!
Autumn's gold - Fal lal la!
Winter's grey - Fal lal la!
Winter still is far away -
Fal la!
Leaves in Autumn fade and fall;
Winter is the end of all.
Spring and summer teem with glee:
Spring and summer, then, for me!
Fal la!
In the Spring-time seed is sown:
In the Summer grass is mown:
In the Autumn you may reap:
Winter is the time for sleep.
Spring is hope - Fal lal la!
Summer's joy - Fal lal la!
Spring and Summer never cloy,
Fal la!
Autumn, toil - Fal lal la!
Winter, rest - Fal lal la!
Winter, after all, is best -
Fal la!
Spring and summer pleasure you,
Autumn, ay, and winter, too -
Every season has its cheer;
Life is lovely all the year!
Fal la!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Bible in Poetry: 1 Corinthians 13
To you, if I speak without love,
In tongues of men, angels above,
I’ll be a gong just, resounding,
Or cymbal, that’s always clanging.
If I’ve the gift of prophecy,
And fathom knowledge, mystery,
If I have faith to mountains move,
I am a naught, if I haven’t love.
If everything, I give the poor,
And send my body, up in flames,
I gain nothing, if I haven’t love.
Yes, love is patient and is kind;
It does not envy any mind;
It does not boast, for it’s not proud;
’Tis not self-seeking and not rude.
’Tis not angered with ease at all,
And does not keep records of fall;
In evil, it does not delight,
Rejoicing in truth and in light;
It always hopes and always trusts;
It perseveres and too protects.
Yet, prophecies cease into past,
And stilled will be all tongues at last,
And knowledge too, will pass away,
But never fails, love any day.
We know and prophesy in parts;
With time, imperfection departs;
As child, I talked like one and thought,
And reasoned childishly, a lot.
I put my childish ways behind,
When I became a man in mind;
A poor reflection now, we see
Mirror-like; direct then, ’twill be.
I know in part, then, know fully,
When I am known in full, surely.
The three remain: faith, hope and love;
The greatest being, only love!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-5-2007
poem by John Celes
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Hymn 134
Religion vain without love.
1 Cor. 13:1-3.
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech, that angels use,
If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heav'n and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
Should I distribute all my store
To feed the bowels of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
If love to God and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fulfil.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Red tongues tied
Red tongues tied
Words of truth died
When you lied
Think of me
Like a swarm of bees
Sting
Bring out your venom
Lend shout
Aloud is your color red tongues tied
Fed proud this roller glide
Downtown bottom hide
South side shone shadow
On manhattan island alone.
Rome on south sunny side
We dance in dreams but hide.
Red, fed, tongues and lungs
Songs tied
La la sing words lied
Said my face red sum dallied
New Talents
Tracing my past,
Looking for my identity;
Walking into my mind,
Learning from others,
Living through life,
Writing for others
With my hopes and my dreams!
But, others want to see me in person.
This is my muse and this is my home,
Others want to understand my mind;
But, this world is like that at times!
With me walking into my mind to set the pace,
But, this race is not yet over.
Heading towards you,
With my mind as the keyboard for you to type your words;
But, my identity is what the people are asking for! !
However, i am who i am in a land on the West Coast of Africa.
Wars! ! Why are they killing each other?
Who created us?
Then, you can answer yourselves on this simple matter;
Because, we need peace everywhere on this earth than war!
This is my muse of love,
With words from my mind to lead you on;
This is my muse of care,
With words from my inner self to educate you;
However, new talents are born everyday into this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
When clouds are cursed by thunder,
Be said to weep when weather howls?
Shall rainbows be their tunics' colour?
When it is rain where are the gods?
Shall it be said they sprinkle water
From garden cans, or free the floods?
Shall it be said that, venuswise,
An old god's dugs are pressed and pricked,
The wet night scolds me like a nurse?
It shall be said that gods are stone.
Shall a dropped stone drum on the ground,
Flung gravel chime? Let the stones speak
With tongues that talk all tongues.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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The Heart Of A Nation
The land of beauty,
The land of joy,
The land of plenty,
With the pearl of tourism to blow my mind!
But, the pride of a nation is all about you.
The home of peace is like,
The people's paradise;
the land of hope is like,
The home of hospitality;
The land of equity is like,
The state of harmony;
And, the food basket of the nation is with joy!
But, the pride of a nation is all about you.
Home for all is like,
The salt of a nation;
Home for solid mineral is like,
The centre of commerce;
But, the sunshine state is where to share your love with,
For, the pride of a nation is all about you.
The state of caliphate and,
The liberal state of love;
For, thenew world is always around you! !
But, the jewel in the savannah is all that i share with you.
Coal in the city of love,
And like the fountain of knowledge and power! !
But the heart beat of a nation is like,
The centre of excellence!
The state of a living spring is like the gateway to all!
But the peace setter state is what i share with you;
Because, nature's gift to a nation is like the rainbow!
Of the big heart of love and,
Of the centre of unity to all mankind!
For, the young shall grow;
And, the treasure base of life is the status of peace.
The pride to farm the land,
And of the confluence state of my mind! !
But, the power to show love is like,
The Creator's own state of mind to a nation!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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