We Are What We Are
Love is you,
Love is me,
Poetry is you and i to make the world go round;
It's all about life to write about.
Heaven is not free but,
It is gained by laws;
The earth is free but,
It is full of sinners.
Once a poor man,
Another day a rich man;
Once a barren woman,
Another day a woman of seeds;
It's all about life to write about.
How can i explain it to you?
No, you will not understand;
In my land i was a King but,
In somebody's land i became a Slave;
That's all about us on this earth to learn daily.
Living like Hong Kong and China,
A pasor's son wants a wife;
Living like the hare and the tortoise,
A king's daughter wants a husband;
Living like the snake and the cat,
A president's daughter wants a husband;
Living like the sun and the moon,
A king's son wants a wife;
But it's all about life to write about.
Why beat your wives like a thief and expect to live like a king?
Why live as sinners and expect to go to heaven?
Poetry is you and i,
Love is you and i,
But we are what we are on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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0005 Letter to a Younger Poet
Thanks for your letter. Though
you’ve caught me at a rather awkward time –
I’m going into surgery tomorrow – a rather
risky op; so I’ll try to put all the answers that I’ve got
into this one letter;
I hope you'll understand...
and that helps me to make my first point to you:
write as if you, too, may not live
beyond tomorrow – write as if
it’s the last thing that you’ll ever write –
give it everything you’ve got,
hold nothing back;
or better still – write as if
the world will end for everyone tomorrow:
write so that in their last hours, too, this
will make them feel, will make them know
we’ve faced life fully, faced it so complete
that death is relatively unimportant now…
write as if it were only yesterday
that, in an air crash, all your family –
parents, wife or husband, partner, children, and best friend,
had lost their lives; write as if,
were you not to write,
your heart would break forever, or you would go mad...
write as if you’re writing somewhere
where there’s no such thing around, as ink;
you’ll have to use your own blood in the pen,
so use it carefully; so red, so living,
look at it… so beautiful, so precious,
and so solemn – use it carefully, don’t spill a drop…
write as if you’re borrowing every word
from the very centre of the universe, where suns and gods are made;
and need thus to account for every word
with your whole life, no less; know that every word
must be given back, cleaner, stronger, brighter
with your own power, than when you borrowed it;
write as if every poet that ever lived
is leaning over your shoulder, so that you
can feel their breath upon your neck as they say
‘Tell them all that we would tell,
but cannot now; tell them all of this’…
this, now, is how you must deeply be and speak;
write as if you are the only being on earth
who can tell them this; as if tomorrow, if tomorrow comes,
you shall visit them every one, at home,
and look them in the eye; write as if
you love them more than they will ever know;
write as if you were offering to live their lives with them;
write as if you were a force of nature in yourself:
as if whatever earthquake, hurricane or flood might do,
whatever law or love may greatly do,
whatever gods or men can speak, in fullest force,
this you may do, because the sound of poetry is such;
yes, write ‘as if’ – but know you really write ‘because’…
write as if – no, write because –
you know that only poetry can tell
all, that must be told, and must be known;
and as all hearts melt in the heat of your own love,
be in no doubt – and see that all are in no doubt too –
that life was never, never more serious,
never more glorious, than it is right now;
write all this.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This Is Living
(words & music by weisman - wise)
This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, thats the life for me
Its good to laugh and sing, dont worry about a thing
Wear a happy smile, cut loose and run a mile
If you relax and just enjoy it all, life has got to be a ball
This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, thats the life for me
It wouldnt mean a thing
If I could be a king
I really wouldnt care
To be a millionaire
Id rather find someone to love a lot
Live and give it all Ive got
This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, thats the life for me
Dont wanna settle down
I gotta move around
I gotta lot of time
Im gonna wait and find
The kinda girl whos heart is restless too
The kind who feels the way I do
This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, thats the life for me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Man's World
[Chorus 1]
Oh Babe
Ah Darlin
Oh Babe
My My Sweet Babe
[Repeat 2X]
[Verse 1]
A man is important
In a scheme of things
He's the King of his castle
And the head of his household
And when you look at a man
You expect him to be a leader
This world belongs to a man
But there is someone else
That I can not leave out
She's the mother of the earth
With out a doubt
Even though were living in
[Chorus 2]
A man's world
Know your living in
A mans world
But it would be nothing
Without the touch from
A woman
[Repeat 2x : 2nd repeat ends in "Yeah" "Yeah" Yeah"]
[Verse 2]
A man is imperative
In the world we live
He's a father to his children
And the head of a nation
And when you look at a man
You expect him to be a provider
This world belongs to a man
But there is someone else
That I can not leave out
She's the mother of the earth
With out a doubt
Even though were living in
[Chorus 2]
A man's world
Know your living in
A mans world
But it would be nothing
Without the touch from
A woman
[Repeat 2x : 2nd repeat ends in "Yeah" "Yeah" Yeah"]
[Bridge]
Now tell me who's the King of his castle
And tell me who wears the pants around here
Whos a father to his children
A man like me
Now who would be the queen of the castle
Sitting beside you through the thick and the thin
She's the corner stone of this family
She's the mother of the earth
Even though she living in
[Chorus 2]
A man's world
Know your living in
A mans world
But it would be nothing
Without the touch from
A w
song performed by by 112
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King Rocker
Jailhouse rocker roots training down
In memphis
Liverpool johnny rocks out round pauls place
Seconds away as the rhythm comes down
King faces king in the ring for the crown
King rocker king rocker - rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
Elvis from the body shakes from the hipbone
Quarry st. kids in leather take hamburg
Creole was sharp but his guitar was acoustic
Go johnny go use your electric
-crazy man crazy
King rocker king rocker - rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
King rocker king rocker - rock rock rock
King kong
Round three - ali buzzin like a bee,
Elvis in the corner and you wont catch me
Round four - johnny lookin poor,
Gotta find a hit gotta even up the score
Round five - some jive, elvis took a dive
Waitin for the towel more dead than alive
Round six, seven, eight, nine, -
Ref stops the fight with the men on forty two
For a rematch in heaven
If they ever come through
[gotta] see this fight right thru til the last round
Follow the man
Whose puttin out the boss sound
Of king rocker king rocker -rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
King kong
King kong
King rocker king rocker -rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
King kong
King kong
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Women’s Era Vavroovahana Patra
Woman and man’s is love is natural on Earth;
With all creatures it is endowed with mirth.
Wife’s love is perennial, certified by the society;
With Wife’s true love husband derives gaiety.
Wonderers’ is woman’s beauty;
Wonderful is her gait with gaiety.
Woman allures man in various way;
With profound love entices, embraces with gay.
Woman and man are endowed with Divine Bliss;
Wise woman serves the society with good wish.
Woman and man’s love begins from Adam Era on Earth;
Wife enjoys with a polite husband with mirth.
Weary husband is tranquilised by lovely wife day and night;
Warmth of encouragement shows us the light path with delight.
Wealthy woman is optimistic on Earth;
Way to peace is the prosperity of woman, provides mirth.
World smiles with woman’s chastity;
Worshipping God the couple live with gaiety.
Woman’s life dazzles being singer, film star;
Woman smiles being a popular writer.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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King Without A Crown
Welcome to the great republic
Guess I should show you round
Where once I was a king
And now I am a clown
The love that we once shared
Made a king of me
But now youre gone... but now youre gone
All I face is poverty
...king without a heart
...king without a hope
...king without a woman baby
Oh Im a king without a crown
...king without a heart
...king without a hope
...king without a woman baby
Oh Im a king without a crown
Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
But heaven dont boast - no heaven dont boast
The jewel - the pretty jewel I just pawned
Every cloud has a silver lining
Every dog has its day
Oh but I guess the sun stopped shining
On the day you went away
...king without a heart
...king without a hope
...king without a woman baby
Oh Im a king without a crown
...king without a heart
...king without a hope
...king without a woman baby
Oh Im a king without a crown
...king without a heart
...king without a hope
...king without a woman baby
Yes Im a king - king! king without a crown
Bathed in former glory
Deposed from my throne
How do I get to tell my story?
When all gets your answerphone...
But you aint home
With the love you gave
I felt like royalty
But now youre face to face - face to face
With one ex-member of the aristocracy
...king without a heart
...king without a hope
...king without a woman baby
Oh Im a king without a crown
...king without a heart
...king without a hope
...king without a woman baby
Oh Im a king without a crown
Theres no need to feel down
Yeah just take a look around
Youll see a man whos just a man
Nothing more
A king without a crown
song performed by by Abc
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A Part Of My Life
People write poetry for diverse reasons,
as in poems that describe the yearly seasons.
Poem's can show the love for our mother and father
and you can vent against the boyfriend of your daughter.
You can express your feelings about a day at the beach,
nothing is out of poetry's reach.
Beautiful poetry can make your heart soar
and bring alive days of yore.
It can make king's of old come alive
or make you sad enough to cry.
Poetry can describe angel's performing a celestial dance
or some other circumstance.
Poetry can help a relationship to mend
and it can also help it to end.
I have used poetry to describe a summer day's ice-cream cone
and to express feeling's of being alone.
Poetry will always be a part of my life,
to write of the good and write of the strife.
06/01/07
poem by Barbara Haskell
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Two Female Bears
42 of the youths were eaten by two female bears,
Of a story in a sheep-raising land;
But, you use to pour water into my hands.
Today you are King in that area and,
You need to do a lot to save the rest of the children;
And do give ears to my poems when i do write.
The earth shook and the clouds poured down water,
But i am at Mount Tabor with my words;
Silence in heaven! !
To cast out fire on earth like rain,
But i am still alive to write this poem.
To a land flowing with milk and honey,
'Ahyah Asher Ahyah'!
I am who i am on this poem and,
You are a King in the land of the lost souls.
Of a tree days journey into the desert to cry for the dead,
You are what you are as the new King over there;
But the bears should be put under control.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Can't Let It Go
If i die, i better go to heaven;
Because, i can't let this pass away from me.
I can't let it go!
Because, heaven is my home.
Life here on earth seems very strange to me!
So, if i die, i better go to heaven.
The masses are living in the dark thinking that, that is righ! !
For, they do not know the laws and the ways of the Creator.
Do learn about it and think about it!
For, we've got heaven and earth.
Look at the life styles being practiced around you today!
But, the wages of sin is death.
I better go to heaven if i die,
And, it is better to change positively to gain the keys to heaven.
let us put things right and let us love one another!
And, let us live by the laws of the Creator to gain heaven.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You're living in paradise
I'm getting tired of hearing your silly complaints.
You're angry because your husband isn't a saint.
Your husband forgets and leaves the toilet seat up and you think this isn't very nice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.
Your husband has a few flaws but in my eyes he's great.
When I tell you about some other husbands, he'll be a man who you 'll appreciate.
I've seen husbands who beat and raped their wives and some husbands who even threatened them with guns.
And you complain about the superficial things your husband has done.
Close to where I live, a man killed his wife and then set her on fire.
Be thankful that your life isn't so dire.
These poor women's lives have been completely destroyed.
And you have the nerve to complain because your husband goes out once a week with the boys.
Before you complain about your husband again, maybe you should think twice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Accustomed II
His wife,
Her husband;
His son,
Her daughter;
The story of a man and a woman!
But try to be accustomed to yourselves to understand my works,
For i am living in the Sea of Love! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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King For A Day
Everyones creeping up to the money god,
Putting tongues where they didnt ought to be.
On stepping stones of human hearts and souls,
Into the land of nothing for free.
Well the way that were living,
Is all take and no giving,
Theres nothing to believe in,
The loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
To be king for a day.
Everyones licking up to the new king pin,
Trying to get way up with a smile.
Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click,
Aint my way of living in style.
cause the ladder gets longer,
And ambition gets stronger,
I cant satisfy the hunger,
That bad old moon has got you in its sway,
To be king for a day.
Youre only here once so you got to get it right.
(no time to fuss and fight.)
cause life dont mean much if measured out with someone elses plight.
(in time youll see the light.)
cause the way that were living,
Is all take and no giving,
Theres nothing to believe in,
The loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
To be king for a day.
song performed by by Xtc
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(V – 2010) The Poet’s Nature
Reflecting Nature’s various hues
Poets write colourfully.
Echoing Nature’s innate songs
Poets write musically.
Learning from Nature’s righteous laws
Poets write more sensibly.
Drawing from Nature’s spotless love
Poets write more humanely.
Living with Nature’s poetic life
Poets write living poetry.
Dry Up Your Tears My People
Dry up your tears my people!
For gold is not gold by itself when found;
It is found as a gold dust and then,
Refined into pure gold! !
So, having fun and living on the edge of life doesn't pay;
But rather, gain consciousness to move ahead by wiping away your tears.
Yes, all will be well soon;
And like the muse of bananas with the monkeys at as zoo!
However, money really talks on this earth;
But, the same money cannot buy many talents.
Some days are better than others,
However, live like a king and die like a man! !
For, you are not the only person suffering on this earth.
Come to me and let me lead you with the muse of my love,
And like the works done in the land of beauty and love;
For, you are not alone on this earth.
Fly to me and let me show you wisdom,
For where the rich and powerful rules, are also poor people around;
Because, without the poor, the rich cannot be richer always!
Do wipe away your tears my people,
For Rome was not built in a day! !
And, there are still constructions going on in Rome today;
So, stop crying and give me the smile of wisdom.
There are more things to learn on this earth,
But, the Laws are there to guide us on always;
So, if you cannot wipe away your tears,
Then, just lay your troubles on my pillow and let me wipe your tears away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pretty woman
Pretty woman.
But wife is beautiful.
Pretty woman is hot.
But wife is the sexiest.
Pretty woman is just for sex.
But a wife is to make love.
Wife is a forbidden fruit.
To you and all.
and wife is more caring.
Be at home and by her husband.
and wife is the husband diamond.
And the husband love making love to her.
That no other women can.
Make him feel so good.
and her husband always in love.
With her.
And wife is the husband success.
Loving and warm full happiness.
She bears our children. And
She is the most gifted darling.
poem by See Fee Lee
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Why Do I Write Poetry?
Why do I write Poetry?
The answer is not plain to see,
As a Legal Cashier I earn my Living,
For me and my family.
Why do I write Poetry?
Thoughts come to me in rhyme and verse,
They have to be worked on continually
To make those lines seem terse.
Why do I write Poetry?
One day HE’ll answer me,
Hopefully while I’m on this Earth,
Before I reach Eternity.
Why do I write Poetry?
Why must my lines scan and rhyme?
Not only on this occasion,
But forever, and all the time.
Why do I write Poetry?
Why put them on your website?
To leave my Thoughts and Visions of Life,
To you all and posterity.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 9 April 2005
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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ME (two) (popular poetry)
Me (I wanted to write this one as simple and popular poetry, however, suggestions are welcome)
People wonder from where I get so much strength
Though I am not born in a wonderful land
But when they start to search
They find
My
Power lies
In the renunciation of fear and greed
And the most wonderful thing
Is my heart and soul
Whatever the landscape is
It is my life
And I am the king
I often wonder from where I get so much joy
Though I do not play with golden toy
When I start to look out
I find
The source
Of My happiness lies in the flowers
Grown in my field
The purest gold of all are my thoughts
Whatever the plot is
It is me
And I am the king
All men and women find me dashing
Though I never go for the acts of blitz
But when they start to search
They find
I am not a slave
Of lust and lecherous deed
The most daring part is that I am bold
I break but I never bow down
My heart is full of love for all
I am totally free from any inhibition
It is me, my life
And I am the king.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Everybodys Going To Heaven / King Kong Reggae
I remember, I remember
What life was like in the yard
cause you cant ever think about dying
And it just makes a person get hard
I keep wondering if my friends feel like I do
I dont know how someone could stand it
To go through what Im now going through
So every night we party
And every night we get too high
And I put myself so close to death
til I think that I aint gonna die
And I realize just a little
Why sometimes I like to feel like dirt
Its the only thing in this day and age
That can make me feel close to the earth
But if I ever get to heaven
If I ever reach that door
I will listen why I had to go through this life
Why they just couldnt take me before
But everybodys going to heaven
cause already weve all been through hell
Were gonna laugh all night and cry all day
Watch the big monkey do the king kong reggae
A cadillac and a chevrolet
Watch the big monkey do the king kong reggae
The president of the u. s. a.
Watch the big monkey do the king kong reggae
Everybody fall down on your knees and pray
Here comes that big monkey doing the king kong reggae
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
Lines On Seeing My Wife And Two Children Sleeping In The Same Chamber
And has the earth lost its so spacious round,
The sky its blue circumference above,
That in this little chamber there is found
Both earth and heaven—my universe of love!
All that my God can give me, or remove,
Here sleeping, save myself, in mimic death.
Sweet that in this small compass I behove
To live their living and to breathe their breath!
Almost I wish that, with one common sigh,
We might resign all mundane care and strife,
And seek together that transcendent sky,
Where Father, Mother, Children, Husband, Wife,
Together pant in everlasting life!
poem by Thomas Hood
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