The Transgressor
Moisture nd direction,
Monster and wars!
But as strong as a molten mirror,
And like the hoar frost of heaven.
The transgressor conceives iniquity and,
He or she is pregnant with mischief! !
And gives birth to lies,
But sleeping alone is like working alone in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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They Raped The Lady
The transgressor always conceives iniquity,
And anguish to the status of their muse is the law of disorder!
Supplications,
Recompense,
Ashamed;
And they raped the lady in the name of war! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bread Of Heaven
Adherence,
Its lackadaisical approaches;
But, Yahweh is among us!
And, you are now under the shadow of diplomatic privileges.
The mysterious disappearance of a drug loaded ship,
With official laxity in the land of your muse;
But, the undisputed hub had been part of your people.
Body of evidence,
You used a bait to dupe others! !
And to get rich overnight by false means;
But, the man was taken from the clay.
Undue advantage,
And of the woman taken from the man;
But, pregnant women gave birth to the children!
However, we will all be buried one day.
My feet are in shackles!
My hands are in shackles,
But, my lips will utter knowledge in purity;
For, the bread of heaven is what i have on my table.
To the mountain that my right hand has won!
Yellow and red equals to brown;
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine! !
But, he awakes and his thirst is not being quenched.
A treacherous blow!
A hungry man's dreams,
He awakes and his hunger is not satisfied;
But, the Red Mountain and the Blue Mountain need my muse.
A thirsty man's dreams!
He awakes and this thirst is not being quenched;
But read my poems and learn from them,
For, blessed are you who sow beside all waters.
Bread of heaven,
Sow every seed from any fruit you eat;
And you will gain more in the harvest time!
For, a cup of strong and delicate wine is on my table;
And like a dream after one awakes.
Why are you rejecting me my love? !
Why does your anger smoulder you?
But, in the day of the battle,
I will eat my bread of heaven than to play with the weapons of war! !
For, you are now swallowed up because of the hatred around you;
But, the hail will sweep away the refuge of lies.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Closer To Heaven
Those who steal should steal no more! !
For you are taking away my sins by stealing my items;
And, i am getting closer to heaven than you are.
Cut it off and throw it away!
And learn how to do the right ting than evil;
For i have to enjoy my life with my muse,
And like the peace of a land far away from home!
Stop stealing and live peacefully with us all,
Because, i want to ride my horse always in peace around you;
And like the muse of love than the muse of wars! !
For, stealing my items brings me closer to heaven than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
Mirror mirror
Don't stare back
For it's bad luck
If you should crack
Mirror mirror
On days like these
When what I see
Doesn't please
Mirror mirror
My mood this day
Will ask you turn
The other way!
poem by Stevie Taite
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Expariate
Privacy,
To ensure;
Expatriate,
To move out;
Indicates,
With frantic efforts!
For the female teacher is now pregnant;
But, this restricted enclave is for the best interest of your love.
Required to pay,
Under it;
Aside,
For the past seventy years! !
And like the muse of your love today;
But the female teacher is now pregnant.
The base,
Operating at the paste of your love;
The figure,
Worked out daily to enhance your name! !
But the female teacher is now pregnant.
Detected,
Explained,
Arrived;
And like the muse of your love after this discovery! !
For, the female teacher is now pregnant.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Let Her Give Birth
If she is pregnant,
Let her give birth;
For i am the man in her mirror,
And i know what she is going through.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Complete Control
The Lord above moves this world, through events divinely unfurled,
Unveiling events for nations to see, the hand of the God of Eternity.
Working beside man’s wickedness, to move some to righteousness,
While bringing true hope in our time, through events which are divine.
Events that attest to the Revelation, from The God of all of Creation,
With many events from the past, pointing to time that will forever last.
Hopefully moving the heart of man, to fully embrace His Eternal Plan,
As these times continues to unfold, towards the Age for all to behold.
And The Lord is in complete control, of God’s Created Terrestrial Ball,
Watching over all He does cherish, and wanting not any man to perish.
Although man may die on the earth, God offers every man a new birth,
From Him, it’s a new birth spiritually, so we can live through all eternity.
God’s control doesn’t hinder man, from following Satan’s wicked plan,
For many ignore God’s Revelation, while they reject His only Salvation.
That’s why earth is full of adversity, being fomented by Satan’s iniquity,
But it shall not continue to flourish, for under Christ, all evil shall perish.
As all iniquity will be cast into Hell, with sin and death by Christ, as well,
When God’s control will see the end, to all of Satan’s iniquity my friend.
And He who controls Heaven above, shall fill all the earth with His Love,
When in God’s Sovereign control, He purges earth of every wicked soul.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
Weep you no more, sad fountains
Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste.
But my sun's heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping.
Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets:
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at even he sets?
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping,
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping.
poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Your Heart Could Never Conceive
Do you ever look in the mirror and see your shame?
Do you stop ever assessing it, and take the blame?
Do you ever take responsibility for the acts you have taken-
For the falsity created, or the love you've forsaken?
You tried, in vane, to create a monster out of me,
Alas, the monster created, is in the mirror and you now see!
Shame and remorse should be your daily companion,
I am sure, if you're honest, you share my opinion!
Leave the monster, both real and false, behind-
Cast all fear aside, from your heart and mind!
Your mind told you not to believe
What your heart could never conceive!
The battle waged: truth versus deceit;
Truth hails victorious-fear and lies lay in defeat!
Maurice Harris,5 March 2008
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To Heaven On Foot
Ta.................Ta.................Ta..
My journey began a long time ago
how it began is unknown
in this journey I was born
where to go lies in
Ta..............Ta...............Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven.
Ts a long way to go
A life time ride by horse
through suns outstretched
to a land where
I find my own foot marks
telling me I have been here before
I am lost
perhaps the path lies in
Ta.............Ta.............Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven on foot
Ts a long way to go
a one day ride by time
if day be eternal,
A journey o'er that hurdle
I hope time offers me its saddle.
Ts still a long way to go
miles and miles above the skies
a dismayed try after all the tries
ts still a long way to go
to heaven on foot.
My feet has become heavy
lardened with the sound
of my foot steps
my mind is lost at the centre
of direction,
am lost at the centre of a compass
hesitant to haste
so I move slow, a still gas
the path lies in
Ta.............Ta............Ta
as I heard to heaven
on foot.
I have walked for a life time
I have walked at least to death's time
now before me
are woods of green
and songs of birds playing,
are dear birds flying happily to heaven?
My matildah has
but a compass,
so I unpack my soul
clean its feet and
Ta...............Ta.............Ta...
To heaven on foot.
To cut through these woods
To cut through the song
of the white ravine
To cut through a way
and pass through the raven
Is the misguided hope of angels,
fallen angels
so I shall walk and
will never get lost in
Ta.................Ta...................Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven.
In these woods
that tree points north
that other tree points north
all of the trees point to north
but their posture
is dimantled in a still gesture.
They point north
with their leaves
but they dont march
to heaven's gates
they are just still, stagnant pasture,
I cannot feed
their direction I cannot follow
but
Ta.............Ta............Ta!
To heaven on foot
I go and nothing on my way
I forego.
If I at once be stranded
was told to trace
my way back
following my prints and my scent
back to birth back to heaven
for I am from heaven.
But all I stumble upon
are cries of a child,
will the noise lead me to that mild
and allowed heaven?
Or do I have to cry
as I walk to heaven?
Ta....Ta.......................Ta...Ta! ! !
Through hills and drowning in seas
on my way to heaven,
on foot.
Across plains and hills
my body, sweating profusely
and tracking in ice
through and through the chills
my body no longer sweating,
sweat is freezing on my body,
everywhere frost
and I am not lost
on my way to heaven
on foot.
Ta........Ta....................Ta...... Ta
I walk now
Ta...Ta.............Ta...Ta
I will walk then
TaTa............TaTa...
until I reach the gates
Ta..Ta..Ta.....................Ta...Ta.. .Ta! !
Increasing my pace and rates.
On my way to heaven on foot
On my way to heaven on foot!
poem by Chanda Mwenechanya
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Sunshine Susie
Red dot,
'E 10-Spirit and E 5-Super'!
Arm in arm with you in the land of love,
But you were born this way.
Strong and powerful!
The strength of your muse is the joy of peace;
So come and open up the doors of your love,
And like a ram's horn in the land of your muse.
Sunshine Susie!
Some people wait for a life time for a moment like this;
But this red dot is all about your muse,
For we are very compact to each other!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mike's Wife
Mike's wife is pregnant! !
And, we have to find a way for a safe delivery;
For the muse of the land of Africa is like war!
Miss,
Kiss. his, with,
Her,
Work, To,
Hiss,
And like the muse of Africa! !
But we need peace to understand this issue at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spokeswoman! (Dedicated to Ngaka Motaung)
African Spokeswoman!
This is the muse of your love to all that muses;
In the land of the Rainbow Colours to enhance your joy,
And like the muse of peace to all mankind.
African Spokeswoman!
This is the joy of your muse to teach others with your works;
And like the peace of your mind that leads you on always,
But, the world will know that you care.
Dedication to you and dedication to the world of poetry! !
For, in peace we will all live than the scares of the wars around us;
However, we will always listen to the African Spokeswoman to lead us on.
Words and love to the world!
Peace and care to the human race to take care of this earth;
But, to all who care to do the right things always! !
For, wars have never solved any of the problems of mankind.
Listen to the African Spokeswoman!
Listen to her who comes from the South;
For, her muse of love is now presented to you!
And like a jolly-ride in the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Of Her Glory
She laboured and gave birth to her children,
But be satisfied with the breasts of her consolations;
So that you may walk out and be delighted with the abundance of her glory!
But sometimes, i do hope that i could do a lot to all;
Because, i still feel like helping all in this world.
She laboured and gave birth,
But be satisfied with her breasts! !
And like the muse of love in the land of joy;
But closely monitoring the situation is like,
The precautionary measure against the muse of love in this land!
And like the joy of your words at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Broken Images, Distorted Views
Every mirror tells a tale,
My mirror is a memory I do not wish to tell
Eery reflection has a story yet to be told,
They say the mirror never lies, but that's all my mirror ever sold
Look Into the reflective piece of glass, that mirror, pool or lake,
Gaze into the lie and realise that it's fake
Oh you look so classy in the mirror, but take a look inside,
Your body spins a different song, there's things your eyes can not hide,
Now I use a different mirror, one that doesn't lie,
Mirror Mirror in the sky, look down in judgement from up high
Give me the facts, tell me the truth,
Strip away the layers of lies, right back to my youth,
The image I see in the mirror is not good enough, it just won't do,
The person starring back is perfect, but I'm just not you.
poem by Ralph Acosta
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Broken Images, Distorted Views
Every mirror tells a tale,
My mirror is a memory I do not wish to tell
Eery reflection has a story yet to be told,
They say the mirror never lies, but that's all my mirror ever sold
Look Into the reflective piece of glass, that mirror, pool or lake,
Gaze into the lie and realise that it's fake
Oh you look so classy in the mirror, but take a look inside,
Your body spins a different song, there's things your eyes can not hide,
Now I use a different mirror, one that doesn't lie,
Mirror Mirror in the sky, look down in judgement from up high
Give me the facts, tell me the truth,
Strip away the layers of lies, right back to my youth,
The image I see in the mirror is not good enough, it just won't do,
The person starring back is perfect, but I'm just not you.
poem by Phil Whittaker
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Mirror of Lies
My Mirror Of Lies...
There is no where I can hide...
No one for me to confide...
I look at my life...
The Shadows following close behind me
The Dark that engulfs my sight
Fight or Flight?
It has always been flight
I see my twin in the mirror,
the mirror of lies
Tears flowing out of my eyes...
The mirror putting an artificial smile
With relief I sigh...
You see what I want you too
Fooled, Tricked, Dicieved
The one you see is not me
I raise my clenched fist
Shatter the mirror of lies
The broken shards which fly
Glimmering lies... My nasty web
When the mirror is gone...
When someone I'm not is gone...
The demon arrives...
Reality is on which I can close my eyes...
But not the memories...
poem by Lisa Martin
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Phase Three
You came along to me like a timber in the calm forest,
But the same light that shines on you is like one seen shead of me! !
But my birth is always noted to my relatives,
And like a lovely song in the land of your muse.
Today you are what you are and, i am who i am!
But seeing you off last night in the dark was like the works of joy! !
For, in the land of plenty, i will always sing you a song;
And like the joy of your muse being shared by many.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Anja
A man kills his wife, two sons and himself!
Living in a land called 'Münsterland' like a Monster's Land;
But, what can we now do about it?
For, many are really disturbed in this life! !
However, we need true love in this life from each other to move on.
My love to you is like the outskirts of Axim!
And my name is Anja with this muse of love towards you;
But to learn to do the positive things always is like the muse of peace,
And, my love to you is like the Mississippi River in the land of your joy!
The truth about life is peace and love,
The truth about love is with care and unity,
And like the aroma of peace in the land of beautiful flowers!
But, hatred led a man to kill himself and his family in 'Münsterland'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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