Xadyah
You've eaten my bread of love but,
Yo've laid down a trap under me!
And like Xadyah who came along with some friends;
For your hidden things of love are now sought after.
Esau is Jordan and Jacob is Israel,
And like the robbers during the night!
But your close friends and guest have secretly sought out to destroy me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rebecca
Rebecca, your love is so sweet like the well of Rehoboth;
But let us make a treaty on this love,
Like a hairy man with a smooth skin lady.
It is like the voice of Jacob and the hands of Esau,
And you are like the promised seed of love;
So let me take control of your sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her...
I can never get my mind off her,
I wonder if she'd mind if i'd,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i'm never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!
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Jacob's Ladder
If the Lord our leader be,
We may follow without fear;
East or West, by land or sea,
Home, with him, is everywhere;
When from Esau Jacob fled,
Though his pillow was a stone,
And the ground his humble bed,
Yet he was not left alone.
Kings are often waking kept,
Racked with cares on beds of state;
Never king like Jacob slept.
For he lay at heaven's gate:
Lo! he saw a ladder reared,
Reaching to the heav'nly throne;
At the top the Lord appeared,
Spake and claimed him for his own.
Fear not, Jacob, thou art mine,
And my presence with thee goes;
On thy heart my love shall shine,
And my arm subdue thy foes:
From my promise comfort take;
For my help in trouble call;
Never will I thee forsake,
'Till I have accomplished all.
Well does Jacob's ladder suit
To the gospel throne of grace;
We are at the ladder's foot,
Every hour, in every place
By affirming flesh and blood,
Jesus heav'n and earth unites;
We by faith ascend to God,
God to dwell with us delights.
They who know the Saviour's name,
Are for all events prepared
What can changes do to them,
Who have such a Guide and Guard?
Should they traverse earth around,
To the ladder still they come;
Every spot is holy ground,
God is there - and he's their home.
poem by John Newton
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Poetry as bread - In the spirit of Rumi 28
Poetry is like bread – daily bread,
like ‘Irish’ soda bread, best eaten on its day:
In the bakery of the heart and mind,
the baker’s woken early before dawn,
refreshed and clear of purpose, full of the day’s promise;
brings air to flour, moulds and shapes;
as the sun rises, so the bread.
Here it is, warm from the heart,
smell it – this is the smell of goodness, isn’t it?
Touch it, both crisp and soft by turns;
taste its goodness, beauty, truth, its very being;
this is not yesterday’s bread, with which you toy
while waiting between courses, your head’s straying mind
in a thousand other places; this is here and now;
coming warm from the heart; eat it with your heart;
this is the heart’s nourishment; tomorrow it may serve
tomorrow’s mind; today, it is your daily bread,
your nourishment – this poem, warm from heart to heart.
And when you've eaten it - the bread has disappeared -
only your satisfaction remains, beyond all sense;
as these words, already staling on the page,
exposed to all the wanderings of the mind;
only the love that they were made with, still remains;
this, is your daily bread.
[from a metaphor in Rumi's writings]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Matt
A noose is laid down from me on the ground but,
I have a nose to smell this trap!
But death is hungry for all of us on this earth.
We have to move on with our various attitudes,
But let us always try to do the right thing;
And like the sweet birds singing to us aloud!
You have stripped me of my honour and,
You have stripped yourself bare before me!
But i escaped the trap only with the skin of my teeth!
I am ready for love and Matt is my lover in this town,
But there are traps set before me!
And i have to watch my steps in all the things that i do with Matt.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Brother Esau
My brother Esau killed the hunter, back in 1969,
Before the killing was done his inheritance was mine.
When at first my brother walked away,
Before a weary band,
Esau gave his sleeplessness for a piece of moral land.
Our father favored Esau, he was eager to obey,
All the wild commandments, the old man shot his way.
But all this ended when, my brother failed at war,
He staggered home and found me in the door.
Esau he's on rollerskates today,
And he make a statement to someone in L.A.
Sometimes at night I dream, he's still that hairy man,
Shadow boxing the apocalypse, wandering the land.
Esau holds the blessing, brother Esau holds the curse,
I was thinking that the blame was mine,
But suspected something worse.
The more my brother looks like me, the more I understand,
The silent war it bloodied both our hands.
None of us can win.
Outside that dream, still that hairy man.
Well sometimes at night I think I understand.
Shadowboxing the apocalypse, wandering the land
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Prayer
Lord you empower so many great people,
To build upon your rules, a holy steeple,
So as I sit here gazing at your creation,
I realize your power,
That unlike men, does not go sour,
I look out at the trees,
That enhance all the beauty there is to see,
There Is nothing that can compare,
With the love that you share,
The courage you give me,
To be who you want me to be,
And to see what you want me to see.
Your love conquers all,
It protects me from the fall,
That Is waiting around the corner,
Hidden behind every mourner,
There is hope for these souls,
They are lost, hidden from the truth,
I will save them no matter the cost, no matter the pain,
Because you filled me with love and told me that you once came,
And that you love us all the same,
With love that is unimaginable,
Love that is untamable,
And truth that is unblameable,
So as I kneel, and start to pray,
I ask for help and words to say,
I need you lord, your love that no sin can steal,
I ask for forgiveness,
Because I am not always good,
And I do not do the Godly things I should,
I don't always help If I could,
For I am lazy, I am bad,
But in your eyes I am perfect even though I can make you sad,
You make me joyful lord,
You make me feel safe, with protection from your sword,
poem by Jordan Moore
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The Great Fires
Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love
also change everything to a newness
at first. Passion is clearly the path
but does not bring us to love.
It opens the castle of our spirit
so that we might find the love which is
a mystery hidden there.
Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.
poem by Jack Gilbert
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With A Little Help From My Friends
What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me
Lend me your ears and Ill sing you a song
And Ill try not to sing out of key
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends, my friends
What do you do when our love is away
Does it worry you to be alone
And how does it feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because youre on your own
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Do you need any body
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I need somebody to love, to love, to love
Would you believe in this love at first sight
Yes Im certain that it happens al the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I cant tell you but I know that its mine
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Do you need any body
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I need somebody to love
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends, my friends, my friends
Repeat to fade...
song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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Deceit (Cinquain)
A trap
Like net spread out
Lies hidden laced in words
Unmasked by truth in time laid out
Deceit.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Bread & Butter
I love bread and butter
and jam upon hot toast
and flowers in the summer
but I love you most.
I love the red spring tulips
and cold strawberry mousse
and I love chocolate pudding
but I love you most.
I love bread and butter
and honey for to spread
though honey is but nothing
to your warm caress.
I love bread and butter
but egg with chips will do
although they only half compare
to my love for you.
I dare not feign indifference
I love a red, red rose.
Their scent is ever fragrant
but I love you most.
You know I love my mother
and sumptuous Sunday roast,
I love her home made puddings
but I love you most.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Oh Jordan River Lord Say Lay My Burdens On Thee
Oh Jordan River Lord Say Lay My Burdens On Thee
Oh Jordan River down yonder where the
Black sea sings,
Oh Jordan River, cry loud with me
Oh Jordan River the blood in my hand
Oh Jordan River, the black sea sings
Oh Jordan River, lord come for me
Oh Jordan River lord say I be free
Oh Jordan River, lord protect me
Negroes at the river wanna be free
Oh Jordan river put chains on me
Oh Jordan river take my baby from me
Oh Jordan river lord waits for me
Going to break the chains
Down yonder by the black sea
Oh Jordan river I sing to thee
Oh Jordan River the master say
Nigger’s got to serve them
But lord say I free
Oh Jordan River, I'm bound to lord savior,
walking in the black river,
Oh Jordan River saves me.
I‘sa a free mind train
I set me free
Oh Jordan River
Lord say I Free
poem by Jacqueline Amos
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The Point Of View
Nothing is as it seems
No thing is as it is
We see nothing that we need to see
We see everything as they seem to be
Some things are as they're deemed
But really everything isn't what its
deemed to be
Sometimes no time seems the best time
But most times this time is the only time
'Be what you want to be', they say
Is what you want to be what you're
made to be?
Made to be? Huh?
'Aim for the sky and defy it'
A snail crawls his days and yet is what
he's made to be
What do you see when you look at me?
Wait, again I ask
What do you think you see when you
look at me?
That's true, you've never really looked at
me
I've never truly looked at you either
All that seems odd is even
Right is right, wrong is wrong, the
midway wrong
A suit and tie, a blouse and skirt
A shoulder broad, a smile broadened
To be like them, the greener grass
Things as they are, are not what they
are
All parade their lives allegedly being real
And alleging others fake
Give all a mask and they'll tell who
indeed they are
The past of a saint, the future of the
sinner
All evils hidden and intentions tucked in
He was a martyr and oh, a philanthropist
And seemed to all who saw all things
seemingly
A hero and a king
But from up above and from in within
Love was not in the mix
And all that really seemed something
Really, truly was nothing
'The building was on fire, my baby
inside
Where was God? , there is no God'
Inferences for the novice, truth founds
the wise
The night had fallen
All men stood with eyes sky-bound
Some adored the beauty of the stars
And some saw a full moon
A selected few a half-broken moon
While the rest cursed the darkness of
the night
It was the same night with the same
stars
One moon, one sky, all mortals, different
views
The pleasures of life swimming in
laughter
Are sought after in money
The treasures of life hidden in us
Are sought after in things
The marrow of life living in friendship
Is sought after in fame
The meaning of life glaring in love
Is sought after in questions
No one sees what is, we seek what
should be
Which being never made to be
Never will be.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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With A Little Help From My Friends
a little help from my friends
What would you think if i sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and i'll sing you a song,
And i'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going to try with a little help from my friends.
What do i do when my love is away.
(does it worry you to be alone)
How do i feel by the end of the day
(are you sad because you're on your own)
No i get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight,
Yes i'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can't tell you, but i know it's mine.
Oh i get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody,
I want somebody to love.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
Yes i get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.
song performed by by Beatles
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Barbados
The water from the upstream stopped flowing and,
I put on my beautiful robe of love looking for you;
For the size should fit in when true love calls;
And like your muse of love hidden in the garden of peace.
Twelve stones in the middle of the Jordan!
And of the seven priests and the seven trumpets;
But, i still have to go through the waters of love to seek for you,
For, your lve is all that i want in this village of peace and lovely birds.
Tell me, how do you feel being naked before me? !
And like the first time of love we made in Barbados;
But, i am now a Prince and, i still search for you my sweet Princess.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love Is What! ! ! !
Love is what
love is cool
Love never ends
love is meeting you
Love so so.........
love is 4 ever
Love never knows
love is u
Love is he i
love is life
Love is 4 life
love is all my friends
Love is steph and kimmy and chelsy
love is friends and my gril friends 4 ever
I love begain with my friends
That is what love is! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Krystyna Mansfeild
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My Brother Esau
My brother Esau killed a hunter
Back in 1969
And before the killing was done,
His inheritance was mine.
But his birthright was a wand to wave
Before a weary band.
Esau gave me sleeplessness
And a piece of moral land.
My father favored Esau,
Who was eager to obey
All the bloody wild commandments
The Old Man shot his way.
But all this favor ended
When my brother failed at war.
He staggered home
And found me in the door.
[Chorus:]
Esau skates on mirrors anymore...
He meets his pale reflection at the door.
Yet sometimes at night I dream
He's still that hairy man,
Shadowboxing the Apocalypse
And wandering the land.
Shadowboxing the Apocalypse
And wandering the land.
Esau holds a blessing;
Brother Esau bears a curse.
I would say that the blame is mine
But I suspect it's something worse.
The more my brother looks like me,
The less I understand
The silent war that bloodied both our hands.
Sometimes at night, I think I understand.
It's brother to brother and it's man to man
And it's face to face and it's hand to hand...
We shadowdance the silent war within.
The shadowdance, it never ends...
Never ends, never ends.
Shadowboxing the Apocalypse, yet again...
Yet again.
Shadowboxing the Apocalypse,
And wandering the land
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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What Is Love To You?
Love is you and me
Love is forever
Love is beautiful
Love is commitment
Love is a battlefield
Love is in the air
Love takes patience
Love is fun
Love is like a boat, you and me have to keep it floating
poem by Jacob Gifford
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Three Days After
You secretly laid a net as a trap before me,
And three days later you fell into your own trap!
So don't let your tongue speak any evil,
For the wicked borrows and does not repay.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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