Yagir
Ceramic,
Floor tiles,
To the window level;
With fitted kitchen to satisfy your muse!
But, i am Yagir on the walkway.
An appointment,
With paved driveway;
An appropriate thing,
With manoeuvres!
The act of love,
From the landscaping;
With,12 feet wall! !
And like your love behind-the-scene,
But followinng a tip off to meet your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Dart Of Passion
A dart of passion inflamed your vitals and,
The act of love took on your emotion;
For this romance was like the art of the muse you've been waiting for,
But i have spread my bed with tapestry of fine linen from Egypt.
I was eagerly looking for you!
That is why i am out here to meet you my love;
Because the girls are back with fun and love,
But there is no sex in this desert around me.
The first floor was for your love and,
The second floor was for your nakedness!
But who will take you up to the third floor of my muse?
There and then you will be able to climb up to the fourth floor.
The dart of passion inflamed your vitals and,
I am only doing my job to satisfy you;
So let me bath you tonight with the muse of my love,
And let us go through all the steps of love tonight.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An event to recall on Mother's Day - That mother is no one other than me
Summer evening
Sun still harsh
Me, then fourteen
My mother's younger sister
Came forward to tell
A story about a mother
Mumbai, then Bombay
Highrise residential quarters
Fourth floor
Big Hall
Two big bed rooms
Two baths
Big kitchen
Grill-less windows
Free flow of air
Lot natural light
A mother in the kitchen
Preparing food
For her husband
And their three sons
The youngest about two years old
Left on the kitchen table
Mother being busy around
The child not seen now
Mother realised just then
Would have slipped
Across the open window
She was right
The child has fallen
But on the sun shade
About four feet below
Her two year old son
On an open sun shade
Not less than forty feet
Above the ground level
No time to lose
No time waiting for help
From outside
Mother too slowly
Slipped about four feet onto the
Just two feet wide sun shade
Picked up the child
Put him onto the kitchen work table
Managed to climb back to her kitchen
I was thrilled
I was to ask a number of questions
One important being
Is the mother is so courageous
My aunt finished telling
That mother is no one other than me
And that son is no one other than
My third son
Both that mother and son
Are safe, living and active
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Our Life
Our life appears akin the floor
Of mosaic tiles, spotted, three hues;
Each tile denotes a month that passed;
The spots refer to good and bad!
Umpteen are grey spots – venial sins,
By habit done, incessantly;
The fewer black spots – mortal sins,
Against the Ten Commands of God!
The spots of white were good deeds done;
Some tiles had few, some had galore;
The size of dots too varied much;
Such tiles were scarcely found and rare!
We yearn to see the floor all tiled,
With spots of white, all huge and bright;
Yet, earthly life is what we make
By labour, done in heaven’s light!
(24-07-11)
poem by John Celes
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Get It Open!
Get it open and let me enter in!
For, the muse of love is all that you need;
And like the view at the sea-shore to satisfy your muse,
However, you need me to take you along.
Get it open and let me satisfy you! !
Oh please, for i am the one that you need;
And, i do understand your loneliness in this land!
However, i am ever ready to lead you on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Helena
Bolt and nut,
Bring the washer in between to satisfy my muse;
For i am Helena in the land of your muse!
Lost, cost, post, host, most;
I am Helena and i want your love;
But the bananas and the mangoes are not yet matured,
So try to fix up things to meet up to m ymuse.
Toll, doll, loll, moll, poll, roll;
Watch my lips and try to understand my words,
For the washer in between will surely satisfy my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Can't Do Without Me! !
You can't do without me! !
For i am always on your side;
But, this muse of love is what you now need,
Because, the rainbow ia now looking direct at you.
You can't do without me! !
For i am now here to stay;
And like the muse of peace in the land of your care,
But i am ready to find you and satisfy you with what is hidden in this well.
Put your hope on me and let me satisfy you with my love,
Put your care on me and let me lead you on through the right path,
Put your trust in me and let me guide your ways! !
For, you can't do without me;
And like the muse of love in the land of many waters,
However, let me be the one to lead you on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Annabel
It will surely rise up!
Because, i am Annabel in the land of your muse;
And like the works of art and the beauty of your love,
For, the colour of the sea is like the muse of your town.
I know your mind and,
You are unable to hide this muse from me! !
For, it will always rise up to satisfy me;
And like the joy of success!
But, try to understand my sweet muse around you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gravity Is My Enemy
He walks into the room
Doesnt even know his name
Hes looking for the answer
His familys to blame
We all know where he came from
And who hes looking for
Uncovering the window
You watch out for the door
In and out the thing goes
Back and forth the looks flow
He walks into the kitchen
Doesnt even know the score
I try to look him in the eyes
He looks towards the floor
Hes only doing what he knows
In the way that he knows best
The doctor felt quite confident
He passed the entrance test
In and out the thing goes
Back and forth the looks flow
Hes standing by the canopy
Thirty paces from the door
Hes looking at your shoulder
That means he wants some more
Dont give him what he came for
Dont let him know you care
If he looks at you just look away
He cant tell from over there
In and out the thing goes
Back and forth the looks flow
He walks into the room
Doesnt even know his name
Hes looking for the answer
His familys to blame
We all know where he came from
And who hes looking for
Im covering the window
You watch out for the door
In and out the thing goes
Back and forth the looks flow
He walks into your bedroom
Checks the posters on the wall
Hes looking through the closet
Looking for something small
He looks inside your handbag
He rips apart your drawers
He asks you for a crowbar
Wants to check beneath the floors
In and out the thing goes
Back and forth the looks flow
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Social Network
Exclusive,
Social network,
Conversely,
Opposed!
With no two ways to satisfy your muse;
Because you failed to turn up last night!
To consider,
About each other;
With something physical to satisfy your muse,
But you failed to turn up last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Over The Hills And Far Away
A LITTLE bird flew my window by,
'Twixt the level street and the level sky,
The level rows of houses tall,
The long low sun on the level wall;
And all that the little bird did say
Was, 'Over the hills and far away.'
A little bird sang behind my chair,
From the level line of corn-fields fair,
The smooth green hedgerow's level bound
Not a furlong off--the horizon's bound,
And the level lawn where the sun all day
Burns:--'Over the hills and far away.'
A little bird sings above my bed,
And I know if I could but lift my head
I would see the sun set, round and grand,
Upon level sea and level sand,
While beyond the misty distance gray
Is 'Over the hills and far away.'
I think that a little bird will sing
Over a grassy mound, next spring,
Where something that once was me, ye'll leave
In the level sunshine, morn and eve:
But I shall be gone, past night, past day,
Over the hills and far away.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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It Rose Up
The thing should be like this,
But it rose up to the west to satisfy your muse;
And i am now learning how to hold it well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Madam and The Rent Man
The rent man knocked.
He said, Howdy-do?
I said, What
Can I do for you?
He said, You know
Your rent is due.
I said, Listen,
Before I'd pay
I'd go to Hades
And rot away!
The sink is broke,
The water don't run,
And you ain't done a thing
You promised to've done.
Back window's cracked,
Kitchen floor squeaks,
There's rats in the cellar,
And the attic leaks.
He said, Madam,
It's not up to me.
I'm just the agent,
Don't you see?
I said, Naturally,
You pass the buck.
If it's money you want
You're out of luck.
He said, Madam,
I ain't pleased!
I said, Neither am I.
So we agrees!
poem by Langston Hughes
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Miles
Miles, files, piles, riles, wiles, stiles, tiles;
Pul it along to satisfy your muse!
For, there is no place like home.
To have it and to give it to you,
To have it and to share it with you,
For, when the heart is right, the mind is right as well.
Be, beg, bet, bee, bed, belt, beef, bend;
But, w hen the heart is wrong, the mind will be wrong as well!
And like the wicked adults in this town.
Bees, beet, been, beep, bent, before, beer, bell!
Take it along with you;
However, true love is the gift of Yahweh to all mankind.
Between, bethrothed, below, become, became;
And like the chain reaction of any act! !
And, of the pains afterwards.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Emes
I have found her! !
Of whom my heart does seek for;
But before she came to me,
I first saw her through my window.
Weighty and powerful!
Readiness is her love to satisfy my muse;
And like Emes my neighbour who is yielding to the lusts of the flesh,
Bit i do have great news for you my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hatherwood
Hatherwood, road, rode, dear, read, red, wear, he, oar, ware, root, wheat, hare, ore;
With eight eyes and eighty legs in the land of your muse!
Hatherwood, wood, word, hat, her, the, at, heat, art, hoot, oat, we, row, wrote, raw;
With six legs and six eyes moving arounf in the land of your muse!
Hatherwood, eat, ate, tea, tar, rat, do, doe, doer, too, two, oath, whore, woe, to, war!
But, in cold and wet areas to satisfy you with the muse of love;
And like the very hot girl in a cold village.
Hatherwood, hoe, toe, ward, hard, rate, date, heard, heard, tow, tear, tore, wore, rod, hate!
With much work at hand to satisfy your muse;
However, be ready to learn the truth from others in this life always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bug A Boo (Refugee Camp Remix)
[Wyclef:]
(Everybody on the floor)
East Side
(Everybody on the floor)
South Side
(Everybody on the floor)
North Side
(Everybody on the floor)
West Side
(Everybody on the floor)
[Beyonce:]
We told you we was gonna give it to you raw
(Everybody on the floor)
We ain't do it right the first time
(Everybody on the floor)
We gonna do it right the second time
(Everybody on the floor)
You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cause you a bug a boo
song performed by by Destiny's Child from This Is The Remix
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Creative Mind!
Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?
Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.
Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.
Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pasinga
English Channel,
Like red wine served in a plastice bottle;
But, how should i have known your muse?
Kingston upon Hull,
Bristol Channel;
But do watch the world around you and learn from it,
Because, the headmaster is now with a cane in his hand! !
The muse of the grasshopper!
With gentleness to ease your pain;
And like the cooking oil and salt at your kitchen,
But, how should i have known your muse?
Beamed to the innocent,
Ready by all for all! !
And like the beauty of Pasinga in the land of many Islands;
But, travelling on lottery was what your muse brought to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Satisfy My Muse
Fulfilling your campaign promise and to satisfy my muse,
But i am from James Town in Accra and i need my peace;
And like dancing from the pages of love! !
But you need to satisfy me with your promise.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rachael Moves Mountains
The faith of a child
can be an awe inspiring
absolutely amazing thing.
Things said
immediately exclaimed
from mouths of babes.
Rachael was jumping
on edge of a king size bed
using it as a trampoline.
A bedroom habit dangerous
perchance to slip fall hard
onto unforgiving ceramic tiles.
Her mother clearly irritated
by this repetitive habit dangerous
an angry warning shouted
Rachael stop jumping
on the edge of the bed.
You can fall and your neck break.
Then you will be dead.
Rachael without pause replied
"If I die Daddy will
give me blood
and I will be
alive again."
If I could I would
restore hurt all humans
their pain heal.
Which with wonder fills
my mere mind mortal.
Why does God not do this?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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