Wine And Eggs
Give him wine and eggs from your home,
And he will dance naked all day long!
For the muse of his life is all about women,
And he cannot do without them! !
This is like the works of love across his lovers,
And like the beautiful flowers of love!
But everything was made to satisfy him,
Because his life is well noted in this village! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wine, Women An Song
(coverdale/lord/marsden/moody/murray/paice)
I aint an educated man
As all you fleet street preachers know,
Its just the simple things in life
Get my motor running, ready to go
If I can make you smile
I will raise my glass,
An if you dont like it
Then, baby, you can kiss my ass!
You can tell me its wrong,
But, I love wine, women an song
Give me a good time woman,
An a love potion bottle of booze
cos I got a juke box heart
Full of honky tonk rhythm an blues
You better lock up your daughter, your sister too,
If get in my way, Im gonna rock an roll over you,
Aint nothing you can do
You can tell its wrong,
But I love wine, women an song
Wine, women an song, talking bout
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song
You get what you can
But, dont take too long
Wine, women an song,
Give me a rock an roll band
With a mean an dirty blues guitar,
Take me to a dance hall palace
With a twenty four hour bar
Then you better lock up your daughter, your sister too,
If you get in my way, Im gonna rock an roll over you,
Aint nothing you can do
You can tell me its wrong,
But I love wine, women an song
Wine, women an song, talking bout
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song
You get what you can
But, dont take too long,
Wine, women an song
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song
You get what you can
But, dont take too long,
Wine, women an song
Wine, women an song
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Eggs Are Falling
Discover the unseen,
Learn the unknown like,
Red wine with a candle light;
A world of darkness is around us.
The line of poetry,
The marks of love;
Respectable to a muse when,
The teacher becomes a student.
Eggs are falling, eggs are falling!
A walk through the Saxon Forest with,
An art by the mile:
Eggs are falling, eggs are falling! !
Discover the unseen and know my mind,
A thought by an inch with a poem by the yard;
The blosson time of love is hear to stay.
Of blue rooms for love,
Of red rooms for roses,
Eggs are falling to where the trees blossom;
Learn the unknow with Red Wine.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Srivastav
Electric,
Fornsic,
Genetic;
I know that you are very brilliant and,
I need your muse!
And like the sweet muse of your love.
The serpent,
Carried away!
But, the earth opened her mouth and swallowed the flood;
And the inhabitants didi watch.
Your love is so delicious to me!
Your act is so sweet to me,
Your muse is so lovely to me,
But, i am Srivastav with the muse of love;
And, i have some jobs for you to take care of.
So nice and so delicious! !
My works,
My words,
Your works,
Your words,
His works,
His words,
Her works,
Her words;
And like the sweet muse of love!
But the new ones are like a welcome message to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Utopia
Long golden hair swirls around my bosom as I twirl
My flowing skirt dances with my body as we whirl
Dancing in the moonlight, singing to our song
In peace and happiness, this is where we belong
All around us the couples dance in union
No discriminations, women dance with men
Men dance with men, women dance with women
There’s no pride of sexuality to defend
There’s no war, no quarrels and no pain
The idea of cruelty is just insane
All love and all dance to celebrate everyday
Because we understand that to love is okay
We care for each other for this is our home
We are equal no matter your skin tone
So swirl me around the world with joy
And know we belong if you are girl or boy
poem by Lenore Lee
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Wine, Women, and Song
As I walk through the stifling heat,
with no shoes upon my feet
I search for wine, women, and song
as I tread hopefully along.
Sweat is pouring and my face is sore
I don’t know if I can take much more.
Where is the wine, women, and song
something’s missing, something’s wrong?
It’s so oppressively hot around here
surely by now I should be getting near.
I can sense the wine, women, and song
I do hope it won’t be long.
I’ve caught a whiff of Chanel perfume,
a sure sign that I’ll be arriving soon.
But where’s the wine, women, and song
that I’ve been searching for so long?
For days I’ve followed the confusing smell
and its made me realise that I’m in hell.
Sadly there is no wine, women, and song,
and this road I walk is eternally long.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Salia
Salia, your love to me is like the young boys and girls!
Of those who are naked around us and are having fun;
But in the name of lust they do swing along with their lives,
And i will be on foever on this muse of love together with you.
I will be the thinker of your love always,
And i will make you see the skies of true love;
For, i will be like the legacy left for you only on this love.
Salia my love,
Like the days of your youth with me as the new-born baby;
But life works on the righteousness of mankind.
I will be there always and i will obey your laws,
For death is the works of destruction.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Discover The Universe
Eggs are falling! Eggs are falling! !
Of blackberries, strawberries and rasberries;
The man with the Bible is about to read.
Of the walking-talking Bible,
Of red wine and candle lights of hope!
Discover the universe by learning the unknown.
Eggs are falling! Eggs are falling! !
The world is with much darkness around us;
Where, a teacher always becomes a student.
Of the half-moon stables,
Of the full-moon houses,
In the middle of St.Pauli with my words;
This universe is full of new things to learn from.
Of the lines of poetry,
Of the acts of love and peace;
Eggs are falling! Eggs are falling! !
Of red rooms of roses,
Of blue rooms of love;
Respectable to a muse so sweet like,
Roses of the night!
To walk through the Saxon forest like,
An art by the mile;
From dusk to dawn like,
An African in blue!
A poem by the yard,
Of fried potato-chips and fish;
To walk along the Elbe from sunrise to sunset.
Along the ykes of love,
Alpong the muse of one's heart;
These are the views of the walking-talking Bible with,
Everyone on board! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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MUSTY WOMEN...by Talile Ali
I SURE DO LOVE ME SOME
MUSTY WOMEN
TIE ME UP AND
DUST ME WOMEN
DON'T WANT NO GRANDMA'S
THO THERE ARE THOSE WHO DO
JUST WANT TO MAKE SOME LOVIN
TO SOMEONE NOT TOO DAMN OLD TO WOO
I DIG MUSTY WOMEN
AS THEY WORK OR PLAY
I LIKE MY MUSTY WOMEN
EVERY NIGHT, EVERY DAY
DOWN AT THE BEACH
BAKING IN THE SUN
WANNA PICK THEM UP
AND HAVE SOME FUN
I HAVE A NEED TO BE RECOGNIZED
BY THE SOME OF THOSE LIPS
AND THE SHAPE OF THOSE THIGHS
COME AND DANCE WITH ME AND ABANDON THOSE TIES
HERE I AM
LET ME COME TO YOU HERE
TO YOU, MUSTY BABES
GIVE YOU SOME OR MY CHEER
AT THE OFFICE
IN THE HALL
KEEP ME LEAD YOU
AS YOU SCRAWL
SOMETHING STICKY
OH SO ITCHY
MUSTY WOMEN DO IT ALL
AS WE EMBRACE THEIR ALL
DANCE AND SWING AND MAKE A TUSSLE
WIGGLING AND JIGGLING AND DOING MORE THAN A COUPLE
HAVING TO STEAL A LITTLE HERE AND A LITTLE THERE
FUN TO BE NAKED AND DOING IT, I SWEAR
OH MY GOODNESS
I AM A MESS
MUSTY WOMEN
AND GARGANTUAN BREAST
I CONFESS
I'M A MESS OVER
BUSTY, CRUSTY, NEVER TO DUSTY
LUSTY, MUSTY WOMEN
poem by Talile Ali
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Louis' Trip
Few, nephew, sew, threw, brew, flew, dew, drew;
And like Louis' Trip in the land of your muse,
But, try to understand the muse of my love around you in this town.
Proposed, posed, opposed, dosed, hosed, bossed, nosed;
And at 'Peduase Lodge in Aburi (Ghana) '! !
But, try to understand the muse of my love around you in this town.
Crew, hew, Jew, stew, shrew, strew, new, mew, yew;
And like the dust from your eyes! !
But, try to understand the muse of my love around you in this town.
This was like my life in Conakry in those days,
But, bring me home with the sweet muse of your love;
For, i have a message for you in this town.
Long, belong, along, song, among, dong, cong, pong, strong, gong, wrong;
And over many different places!
But, try to understand the muse of my love around you in this town.
Cream, ream, bream, beam, dream, steam, stream;
And over many different ways! !
However, i do have a message for you in this town.
Over many different years,
Over many different ways,
Over many different types,
Over many different places,
Over many different styles,
Over many different acts,
Over many different works,
But, do remember me always in your heart;
For, the future depends on the positive muse of this life today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dance Between Two Women
Thank you for the flowers you brought me today
And thank you for the kindness you showed me today
No love can be stronger than between two strong women
No man can ever know the dance between two women
We can dance... my lady... may I have this dance?
Thank you for the wisdom the knowing from inside
And thank you for the comfort only a woman can provide
No man can ever know the dance between two women
Love cant be stronger than between two strong women
We can dance... my lady... may I have this dance?
Thank you for the strength without a need for power
And thank you for the rhythym, the sacred circle
Love cant be stronger than between two strong women
No man can ever know the dance between two women
Like you and i
We can dance... my lady... may I have this dance?
song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Let Me Share My Love With You
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you slippers so that you do not walk along barefooted.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me cloth you with the muse of love so that you do not walk around naked.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you enough food so that you do not go hungry.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you enough water so that you do not go thirsty.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me take care of you under my shelter so that you do not become homeless.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me share my money with you so that you do not become penniless.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me take you around the world so that you do not become loneliness.
For this life needs the positive values of the muse of love and,
I have enough to share with you in my humble abode of peace and care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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11.11.11
Today is the 11th of November 2011!
And, you were born at 11: 11 A.M.27 years ago! !
However, the kiss of your lips with my muse was like,
The sweet muse of love and care in the land of beauty!
For, you are all that i need.
At 11: 11 P.M. i found your nakedness to the world so sweet!
And like the words of love to satisfy my muse in the land of beautiful roses;
But, i have a lot to learn from you as well,
Because, you are 27 years old today and,
You are a virgin! !
You were born 27 years ago but,
The sweet love of your muse came and touched my heart!
And, you will always remember my kiss;
For, this love is all about you and i! !
And like words of peace in the land of unity,
For, i am always ready fro your love.
11.11.11!
And like the date reserved for many Germans to marry;
But all over the world are the works and words of love to move us on,
For, you are like the words so sweet to touch my lips!
And i will always remember you because, you were born on this day.
You came into this world 27 years ago in the land of survival! !
Naked to the world to respect your muse;
But, the joy of your birth had brought peace to your culture,
For, you have really made a mark to respect my muse.
You were born on the 11th of November 1984,
And today, you are 27 years olf to respect the muse of love;
But your first kiss came along like the works of peace,
Because, you waited for it for a very long time! !
And today, you are ready for marriage;
But, try to keep your virginity for the man of your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dance Into My Life
Dance into my life, only for a while
Whirl me round and round
Dance me like an angel child
Hes passing through my world
He doesnt even know
Times not on my side
No word or goodbye, Ill go
So dance on, right now I want to dance on
Until the moments over
And Ill be going home
(Ill be going home)
Just dance on, right now
I want to dance on
I cant let him notice the tears in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes
Dance into my life
Hold the moment fast
Make believe in us
Nothing real in life can last dance within my life
Dance me to the door
I cant see the time, but the time has come for sure
So dance on, right now I want to dance on
Until the moments over
And Ill be going home
(Ill be going home)
Just dance on, right now
I want to dance on
I cant let him notice the tears in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes
Dance with me, dance with me
Wont you dance with me
Dance with me, dance with me
Wont you dance with me
So dance on, right now
I want to dance on
Until the moments over
And Ill be going home
(Ill be going home)
So dance on, right now
I want to dance on
Until the moments over
And Ill be going home
song performed by by Donna Summer
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You Oughta Be Home With Me
Everybody's here spinin the bottle
Everybody dance,dance,dance
And you walk in with your new friend
Well my friend, have I lost again
Cause I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Well you can love the one you're with
But you can love the one you oughta be with
And tonight pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
You been looking at me tryin to hide it
You smile so sweet
As you dance bye with you new friend
Can't you see its killing me
Cause I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Well you can love the one your with
But you could love the one you oughta be with
And tonight pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yea I know pretty baby
You oughta be home with me
Yes I know pretty women
song performed by by Barry Manilow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Wholeheartedly
Wholeheartedly, old, yowl, drew, tree, three, hate, lad;
Children, obey your parents in Yahweh;
That it may be well with you,
And that, you may live long on this earth.
Wholeheartedly, whole, hole, woe, where, he, rate, lead;
With instructions in the land of your muse,
But try to be very obedient to all!
Wholeheartedly, heart, dear, read, red, ear, year, ware;
With peace and love in the land of joy!
Children, obey your parents in Yahweh.
Wholeheartedly, are, weed, wed, late, date, wear, doll;
With songs of love and works of peace,
But, try to be very obedient to all in this life.
Wholeheartedly, hold, told, wheat, war, raw, draw;
And like the muse of your love in the land of the living!
Children, obey your parents in Yahweh.
Wholeheartedly, hoe, heat, het, her, had, head, well, led;
And like your works as seen by all!
But, try to be very obedient to the people around you.
Wholeheartedly, lay, ray, tray, day, at, deer, reed, tear;
And like the joy of your muse with others at home! !
But children, try to obey your parents.
Wholeheartedly, heed, heard, world, word, rod, era, rode;
With the muse of the world and the works of your love,
But try to obey others in the land of your muse.
Wholeheartedly, toe, doe, do, to, hare, here, thread, art, thee;
Learn from the right people always to motivate yourselves!
For life is full of laws which are needed by all of us.
Wholeheartedly, yard, hew, threw, low, rat, yell, tar, how?
And like the sweet songs of the lovely birds up high! !
But children, try to obey your parents.
Instruction,
Entreaty,
Boldly,
Obligation;
Children, obey your parents!
And, honour your father and your mother.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wine (Love Poem)
Wine is for laughing
Wine is for talking all night
Wine is for living life out loud
Wine is for making us beautiful
Wine is for all-night conversations
Wine is for getting together again
Wine is for ‘never again’ tomorrow
Wine is for sleeping like a baby
Wine is for telling the truth
Wine is food for love
Wine is friendship
Wine is fresh
Wine
Can
Be
The
One
Perfe ct
Companion
At the end of a long day
poem by Ian Beckett
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Two Sided Love
Two Sided Love
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 24 2009
Women think with their hearts,
men think with their Johnson.
Women think with their heads,
men think with the wrong head, they have two heads.
Women give love with men,
men give screwing with women.
Women want to touch men,
men want to get abusive to women.
Women want be emotional with men,
men want to be unemotional with women.
Women want have physical attraction with men,
men want to give the abusive apart to women.
Women want sex with men,
men want to give rape to women.
Women wants to talk to men,
men want watch TV and screw women.
Women want to eat out with men,
men want a free ride from the women.
Women want to go to movies with men,
men want play games on computer.
Women want children with the men,
men are children.
Women are independent,
men are dependent.
Women achieve goals,
men half the time never finish their goals.
Women are unselfish even caring to men,
men are selfish besides uncaring to women.
Women give true love to men,
men give infatuation to woman.
poem by Lori Triggs
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Provisions
Oil, wine and some fruits;
And to reassure your sweet love with my muse!
But i met you in am open field last night,
And i will look after you with my love.
Provisions and gifts,
In the open fields of love and care;
But i will surely deliver you with my love,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.
Provisions, soon, son, sons, vision, visions, in, pin, poor!
And all around with the muse of your love;
But write down the words that i have spoken to you in a book,
For my joy is like the muse of the rainbow seen around.
Provisions, on, no, pros, sin, sins, ion, ions, is, in, pins!
But the life of a hunter is like the life of your muse;
And like the joy of your love as seen around,
Because i am ever ready to share my mind with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Isam
Kiss your girlfiend if you want to and,
Bath your husband if you like to;
For the 'pan' on the stove is like the 'nap' of your muse,
But be very wise to choose from the right things in life.
I will dance to your muse and i will jump over the fence for your love,
For my name is Isam and i know my way to your lovely home in the bush;
But be very wise to choose the right things in life.
There is 'spit' on the 'tips' of the pan but,
Why 'stab' the 'bats'? ! !
But try to learn from the 'tar' in your room to overcome the 'rat'.
The 'tip' of your pen is towards the 'pit'!
But the 'bus' moving along is like the 'sub' of your mind on this muse,
And like the lovely muse of your lover nearby.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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