Truce
Grant me the truce of your love and i will visit you,
Because i am on top of a hill and i can see you love!
And it blends under the trees with the beautiful flowers.
Its design and its dimensions are nicely seen up here,
And i need the truce of your love to visit you one day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Louisa
Louisa, make it a point to visit Ghana;
For the nature is there for you to admire.
Of the Bobiri Forest and Betterfly Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Wechiau Hippo Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Xavi Bird Watching Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Kakum National Park to visit,
Of the Aburi Botanical Gardens to visit,
Of the Bui National Park to visit,
Of the Ankasa Nature Park to visit,
Of the Bonsu Arboretum Park to visit,
Of the Digya National Park to visit,
And to sit under a broom tree with us;
Like a reed shaking in the water of love.
Louisa, make a trip to Ghana and see this lovely place;
For the nature is there for you to admire.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Visit
I shall visit where you were
when love burned as bright as a star.
And when I kneel at the alter of love
I'll remember from afar
and unfinished love we couldn't fulfill
for the curse of sickness made you ill.
I was left with only your words
and the sounds of all the birds
that echoed inside my ears.
Silent mourning became my plight
in all my remaining years.
Your love sonnets and letters to me
helped me to continue.
They gave me a purpose for living
just to remember you.
So Mr. Keats, my enchanted one,
I visit your resting place
as many others have done.
But the difference in their visits from mine
is my trip was by design.
This I truly believe.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Shangri-La Hotel
A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
To my lover's room;
A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
Like the eyes of an elephant;
I want to be in everybody's shoes but,
My mind is bigger than my shoes.
Like a message to the blue bears,
Like amessage to the white bears,
Like a message to the black bears,
LIke a message to the brown bears,
Keep it clean and soft;
a simple life to the muse of love.
A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving and i don't look back;
Forward ever!
A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving without looking back;
Backwards never!
A visit to my lover's room,
I know my back could be crooked;
But, i always move on.
I will surely reach to the end one day,
Like a visit to Shangri-La Hotel;
Forward ever, backwards never.
There comes a time when all seems so lost but,
Don't give up on your dreams in this life;
Like a marriage in the rain,
I do have a lover to visit.
The visit of my lover's room is like,
A love song in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To marry in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To make love in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To walk naked in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To sing in the rain;
Life is like that at times and,
I have my mind on you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Emerson
I saw the bee!
But when i came around to your garden, it turned into a butterfly;
Yes, in the land of your muse where you have a beautiful garden.
For, true love brought me closer to you.
This is about the wonderful garden of your love! !
And of all the things planted in this garden;
But, your magical works tranformed this bee that i saw into a butterfly,
However, i will always like to visit this garden of love.
I am Emerson and, this bee that i saw attracted me to your beautiful garden;
And like the muse of true love in the land of beautiful flowers,
But, this magical touch will always be in my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If I Ever Say I Love You It Will Be Politely
I'll never say 'I love you' to another woman.
Those words that burst first time so full, deliciously,
of joy, of gratitude at the sharing of an act of 'love'.
I don't seek, or long to hear, those same words said to me.
I don't know, have never known, I think,
their meaning.
But once said they must, at any opportunity,
be repeated until devalued to worthlessness.
'I love you', for each Christmas and every Birthday.
For Valentine's Days, 'I love you'.
For Wedding Day and First Date Day, ' I love you'.
For First Day of Joining in Mutually Consensual Sexual Intercourse,
'I love you'.
For Saturday nights, 'I love you'.
For ironed shirt or sewed on button,
for apple pie or ruined roast,
for diddums snookums burny finger,
'I love you'!
And then, when one has been angered,
or hurt, been brought to tears,
we make it right, with, 'You know I love you.'
You know I love you?
When cruelty of word or deed has cut so deep?
You know I love you?
But, if those words, withheld by truce, are never spoken once,
they are never spoken to excess.
Never spoken to where one has heard it all before.
To where one thinks the other said uncaringly,
'I love you.'
Or even worse, that it was they, themselves,
who lied with their, 'I love you.'
When those words are withheld by agreement,
by will of tender truce,
then no longer does lazy, thoughtless,
carelessness of, 'I love you',
suffice for depth of feeling, or
'You know I love you', for remorse.
For those words become the way of apathy
and, when refused to glibly uttering tongues,
must be replaced with something else.
With something, surely, more full of caring.
And, whether by a difference in glance or touch
or tone of voice or smile or kiss,
replaced with something from within.
With some thoughtful thing, perhaps,
of meaning.
poem by Red O'Mara
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I Want You Back On This Love
The first snow of love and the first kiss of passion,
I am beyond the dogs to take you up high!
For unity is strength in all that we do.
You have the heart of gold and i have the treasure of peace,
So i want you back on this love;
For you are as solid as the rock and,
I have the moment of truth to share with you on this love.
I want you bakc on this love and,
I will always seek for you!
And like the unknown alnguage of love in your neighbourhood;
For i am inspired by the truce events that we went through,
And i want you back on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cathi
Thank you for loving me,
For it was like a historic visit to be with your muse;
And there our hands wrote to explore our gifts.
I nned you like the flower which needs the sun,
With bettter things to add after the job is done;
So, try to rule on this love that i may serve you.
You are Cathi with the muse of love,
And i am glad to meet you my love;
For it was like a historic visit to be with your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Can't Stop
We will live to remember this day,
And we will live to remember it always!
For it is like a visit to LIberia in Costa Rica and,
The visit to Liberia in the West Coast of Africa.
Wht is the colour of love?
Tell me if you know it;
What is the colour of hatred?
Tell me if you know it;
For this lovely polace had taken me so high on this love,
And you will come to taste my sweet love one day.
Oh love,
What is it that you really like?
For this lovely bird had taken me so high to see the world;
And, one day i will be back on this ship on love to meet you.
It must be love,
Because i can see it in your eyes;
And the total feelings of love is full of the spiritual healings too.
It must have been love,
Because of the way you do look at me;
And, i can't stop loving you back.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Your Nakedness
I have seen your nakedness and still,
Youi arre hiding it from me;
Oh, how sweet is your love zone that,
I will use it one day.
You are so beautiful in your nakedness and,
I will visit at dawn to make love to you;
Please, let me come in to satisfy you.
You are all alone and you need love,
But all in the name of love to satisfy you.
You are all alone and you need someone like me,
But do not give up when you see me at your doors;
Please, let me in to satisfy you.
You need someone like me and,
I am ever ready to satis fy you with my love;
So, try to let me in to love you all night long.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Served With A Calabash
Visit me in the Kalahari Desert and,
Come and taste my sweet love with the heat of the sun;
And there you will meet my siblings waiting to serve you.
Visit me in the Kalahari Desert and,
You will see the moon already up high in the night of my love;
For the story of love is all that i have to serve to you!
Life is very hot out here and your love will cool me down,
For it is like the story of the Bushmen in the jungle;
But slowly you will come to understand things with me.
At times, it is like the snake with seven heads;
But with the river of love that flows beside me.
YOu have to carry your mat on your shoulders along,
For i will be there always to guide you onto the paths of love;
And my love will lead you like the sugar and the honey,
For the story of love is all that i have to serve you.
Come and learn my ways on this desert!
For it is served with a calabash to keep you at home;
And my mind will be at rest always with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Believe
Valerie solanis took the elevator
Got off at the 4th floor
Valerie solanis took the elevator
Got off at the 4th floor
She pointed the gun at andy saying
You cannot control me anymore
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe an eye for an eye is elemental
I believe that somethings wrong if shes alive right now
Valerie solanis took three steps
Pointing at the floor
Valerie solanis waved her gun
Pointing at the floor
From inside her idiot madness spoke and bang
Andy fell onto the floor
I believe lifes serious enough for retribution
I believe being sick is no excuse and -
I believe I wouldve pulled the switch on her myself
When they got him to the hospital
His pulse was gone they thought that he was dead
His guts were pouring from his wounds
Onto the floor they thought that he was dead
Not until years later would
The hospital do to him what she could not
What she could not
Where were you, you didnt come to see me
Andy said, I think I died, why didnt you come to see me
Andy said, it hurt so much, they took blood from my hand
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe we are all the poorer for it now
Visit me, visit me
Visit me, visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
Visit me, visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Spirit of Africa
To
visit Africa,
to spend time
to notice
beauty of the land.
To feel its heat,
to drink it’s waters,
to observe, to marvel,
at its creatures,
great and small.
To see the diversity
of its people, in all
their rainbow shades,
to feel their warmth,
their love, their
big-heartedness.
Means Africa,
has touched your soul,
you have breathed in
a love of Africa, a love
that never ceases,
a love that never
goes away.
you have been
delighted, charmed,
have become
enchanted by
The Spirit of Africa.
For Africa is a
land of spirits,
they occupy dirt,
soil, trees, flowers
fruit, food that feeds;
the mountains, streams,
rivers, seas, oceans,
air, the breath of life, and
all the people of its land.
Africa believes,
that before time,
before,
things began,
there was nothing,
save for a void,
a sphere of spirit
that knew no limit;
it did not have a name.
This one spirit split
broke up, spread,
to change, to
create our world,
and all that’s here.
This one spirit
known to us as love
stays the same, to
invade all it made,
all that visit, especially
those that stay.
Now if you leave,
you’ll always
yearn, you’ll hunger
you’ll always
have that longing
to return.
14-07-2009
poem by Bob Blackwell
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Tunnel Of Love
Well if youre lookin for the best, then baby be my guest
Im right before your eyes and Im tellin you no lies
You wanted my disease, youll have to do as I please
Youll jump off the roof if I say, I wont let you get away
It must have been the devil in me, I dont know what else it could be
Chorus:
Tunnel of love, tunnel of love, let me visit your tunnel of love
Tunnel of love, tunnel of love, Ive got to visit your tunnel of love
Youre just a victimless crime, it happens all the time, yeah
Youll have an overstay, and your bill is my pay
You are the lock, I am the key, you know what you do to me
Chorus
You are the lock, I am the key, you know what you do to me
Chorus repeats out
song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Things To Do Before I Die
Before my time on this earth is finally through,
There are many things which I’d really like to do.
I’d love to visit Staffa to see the dramatic Fingal’s Cave:
One of the many wonders which, to us, our great God gave.
Over the mighty ocean, in a boat, I’d like to sail:
I would dearly love to spot a dolphin or a whale.
To Salzburg in Austria, I could easily be lured,
To take a coach trip for The Sound of Music tour.
I love to sing and would love to record a song on CD.
That would surprise everyone, even including me!
I’d love to go and watch the Royal Variety Show,
And have a seat, bang in the middle of the front row.
I’d love to experience the Last Night of The Proms,
And join in, at the end, with all of the famous songs!
To publish my poetry, in a book, is one of my ambitions:
When I’ve written enough poems, I’ll make this my mission.
One day, I’d love to visit the amazing city of New York,
And, at all the skyscraper buildings, I’d stand and gawp.
I’d also love to visit the continent of Australia, down under;
To see Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane and Adelaide, I hunger.
One of my dreams is to go for a ride in a hot air balloon:
Maybe it will be possible to achieve this one quite soon!
Hopefully, I’ll realise some of these dreams before I die.
To tick each of them off of my list, I will definitely try!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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To visit templesTo visit temples
I visit temples and conduct rites
More to please the priest than the deities.
I visit temples and do sacrifices
More to bribe the God than cleanse myself.
I visit temples and do worships
More to fake being pious than be so.
I visit temples and give offerings
To make clean myself of sins for fresh ones.
18.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She Is Right
with all the loves
i have wasted
i must visit the
church and light
the candles
for each love
that i have
squandered
on each boulevard
each park
each boat
each port
each kiss....
i must offer flowers
for the death of love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Prayer
Wilt Thou not visit me?
The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;
And every blade of grass I see,
From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
Wilt Thou not visit me?
Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;
And every hill and tree
Lends but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.
Come, for I need Thy love,
More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain;
Come, gently as Thy holy dove;
And let me in thy sight rejoice to live again.
I will not hide from them,
When Thy storms come, though fierce may be their wrath;
But bow with leafy stem,
And strengthened follow on Thy chosen path.
Yes, Thou wilt visit me,
Nor plant nor tree Thing eye delights so well,
As when from sin set free
My spirit loves with Thine in peace to dwell.
poem by Jones Very
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The Awaited Visit
A True Story;
As experienced and written by Ron Tranmer
I decided to go to a rest home
to see an old friend one day.
I stopped to speak to a lady
who I noticed was looking my way.
She was happy that I came over.
There was something she wanted to say.
She smiled and said from her wheelchair,
"My boy will come visit today."
It's been quite a while since I've seen him,
He's always quite busy you know…
He doesn't live too far from here,
And he knows that I love him so.
Each morning as I rise from bed
My prayer is the same as I say,
Father In Heaven, I ask but one thing,
That my boy will come visit today.
He was always such a good boy.
And the only child we had.
He was only 10 years old
When I lost my husband…his dad.
He married soon after college.
And got a great job with good pay
He calls me at times on the telephone,
But I know he'll come visit today.
I'm lonely here in the rest home.
How I long for my son to come by.
They tell me my health is now failing,
But he'll visit before I must die."
I leaned over and gave her a hug
And the tears on my cheeks wiped away.
She smiled and said, there's no need to cry,
My boy will come visit today."
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Love Is As Beautiful
Love is as beautiful as a blooming flower
Love is as beautiful as a spring shower
Love is as beautiful as a tall oak tree
Love is as beautiful as the wild sea
Love is as beautiful as a bird in flight
Love is beautiful under God’s moonlight
Love is as beautiful as a star filled sky
Love is as beautiful as the clouds that drift by
Love is as beautiful as virgin sand
Love is two people hand in hand
Love is beautiful so I hope you see
I’m very glad love found you and me
11-25-05/RJH
poem by Ray Hansell
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Beautiful Are You...
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?
We are blessed to know, one who is as beautiful
as you, in so many ways.
P.S.
I love you.