To Austin Dobson
Yes! urban is your Muse, and owns
An empire based on London stones;
Yet flow'rs, as mountain violets sweet,
Spring from the pavement 'neath her feet.
Of wilder birth this Muse of mine,
Hill-cradled, and baptized with brine;
And 'tis for her a sweet despair
To watch that courtly step and air!
Yet surely she, without reproof,
Greeting may send from realms aloof,
And even claim a tie in blood,
And dare to deem it sisterhood.
For well we know, those Maidens be
All daughters of Mnemosyne;
And 'neath the unifying sun,
Many the songs-but Song is one.
poem by William Watson
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Alabaster
I am walking on a mosaic pavement of alabaster and,
There are no two alike compared to your sweet love;
But like a leading craftsman in your town,
I am the skilful man on your love in times like this.
You re so beautiful to behold but,
I called you and you refused to respond;
For you are the Queen of the Empire of my heart and,
Yurlove is very pleasing to my sweet mind.
Like a circular shape on this side of the pavement,
Nobility is the word so sweet from your muse of love;
But let me provide you with the beauty treatments of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Auer
The rights of the needy,
And like the shepherds with their flocks last night;
But try to know yourself and be yourself always!
For i am Auer with the writer's ink,
And i am based in the land of your sweet muse.
Soft and sweet,
Hard and romantic!
But i still feel like helping all in this world with my sweet muse;
And like your peace behind the walls to hear the views of others as well.
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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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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The Nine Muses So Rapturous
The Lady Muses, nine thou be
Comely, wise, I see such beauty, thine
Daughters of Mnemosyne`s Shrine
Titaness of Memory, Daughters of Gaea
I, aspiring lyrist, thence
See erudite doxies, to accost
Inquire I, without them lost
They requite my homage with their prescience
Calliope, poetess of eloquence and epic
Clio, Muse of history
Erato, composer of lyric poetry
Euterpe, dearest Muse of lyre and music
Melpomene, writes of tragedy
Polyhymnia, sings Her songs so sacred
Terpsichore, of song and dance, well led
Thalia, playwright of the comedy, Urania of Astronomy
Oblations of Flowers, I besprent
To dear Muses, at Pieria born
In revery, Moonlight fades in morn
Yet ne`er The Wisdom, they hath sent
poem by Steve Trimmer
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All For One
Won't somebody hear my call?
Won't somebody hear my cry?
One for all,
All for one;
Be ready for the bottling of my muse.
Like father and son,
Like mother and daugther,
Hear me when i do speak.
Something for somebody,
Somebody for something;
My sweet muse is for you all,
Like a male lamb for each house.
One for all,
All for one;
Like a story from my sweet muse.
Won't somebody see my tears?
Won't somebody feel my pains?
All gave some,
Some gave all;
All for one and one for all!
Allowed to be wet,
Allowed to be strong;
All for one,
One for all.
To a single passage,
To a sweet muse;
The origin of the call out ones,
Like a sweet muse to your taste.
One for all,
All for one;
All Mushrooms are Fungi but,
Not all Fungi are Mushrooms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Panama
I am from Panama and i am full of words,
So come and let me show you my concubines;
Then, you can explore my sweet love.
With two legs and two eyes,
With two hands and two ears,
And like the two pillars of love!
For, i am looking for a place to stay with this sweet muse.
They ate, drank and slept together! !
So, stay the night and enjoy yourself with my love;
And like 'Dr. Flash Hour' at the rush hour of the day!
But if only if i could hold your breasts and kiss you,
Then i will know your mind on this love.
If only if i could kiss your lips and love,
And like the sweet muse of love being reflected in the mirror! !
For i need ylou and i want your naked body beside me,
And like my concubines in the land of my muse.
Yes, come to Panama to enjoy my muse with the red roses of love,
For, i am loooking for a place to stay with this sweet muse of mine;
And, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Fear Through Words
It is through fear I write this
Through fear I dare not speak these words
Or name the muse of who I pen them to
I hold a gentle and honest love to my heart
Such a love as yet untried and unknown
What good are my words when I cannot speak them
To my muse so beautiful so sweet, so divine
I fear I may lose them so completely
That I stay silent, bide my words so well
And watch with abject despair
My muse, object of my whole desire
Grow more distant with each passing day
And I fear I may lose all together
By speaking these words, these cursed words
I asked myself once, what I search for
Is it what I want or what I need in life
And there I saw my muse, a world of beauty
More than I could imagine or ask for
A gentle heart and loving nature
Those warm soothing eyes I look to
Do not see me as I would wish
I fear if they were to, see my innermost soul
My passion and my love for them
They would turn away and be lost completely
Which is why I write with fear
These words I dare not speak
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Armah
You are like a soldier shorter than his own riffle,
But i am here to love you with the sweet muse of my mind;
So wake up and live now and let me know you better!
For this muse of love is all about the rule of the law.
A round applause! ! And of the crown on your head;
But, i've go the picture of you inside me all day long.
I am Armah walking along the mountain side,
So, get this message straight to your heart!
And at this crucial moment to understand my status;
For, i am here to love you with the sweet muse of my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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O Wind, Where Have You Been
O wind, where have you been,
That you blow so sweet?
Among the violets
Which blossom at your feet.
The honeysuckle waits
For Summer and for heat.
But violets in the chilly Spring
Make the turf so sweet.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Swedish Girl
I am closer to you than ever!
Oh my Swedish Girl;
And my heart yearns for your sweet love.
Come and taste my sweet milk so that,
I can also swim in your sweet river of love;
For you are a Swedish Girl and,
My heart goes for you.
Love is the message and the power supreme!
And this is the message that i bring to you;
I love you and i will be there for you.
You are so sweet and new,
You are so sweet and lovely,
And you are so shy on this love;
But love will find a way to your sweet naked body.
A Swedish Girl that you are,
Of the love of a muse that opens this world to you;
A Swedish Girl that you are,
Of all that you need in this world is closer to you;
So come and muse on with nakedness to mine,
For you are all that the muse brought to me.
You are all that love could hand over to me,
And you are the Swedish Girl next door;
But so sweet si your sweet room to my heart.
A Swedish Girl that you are and,
I will be there for you on this love that muses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Courtney Pine
Listen to me now,
For there is a sound of music flowing in the air;
Listen to me now,
For the melody of a realm is about to touch you and teach you;
And, to 'Courtney Pine' i do pay my respect.
Listen to me now,
For the message will infuse your brains with Jazz! !
And, to 'Courtney Pine' i do give my respect;
However, it is very important to listen to the words of our elders.
The Jazz music of 'Courtney Pine',
it is very important to learn from him as well;
So, listen to the sweet music of Jazz that he plays!
For the melody of this realm is about to touch you and teach you.
to the muse of music,
From the lessons he learnt from 'Mac Tontoh';
And to swing up with his mind so sweet! !
From the Jazz world of love and to the Jazz world of peace,
But, you've got to be somebody for someone on this earth.
Hope is a beautiful mind in your heart's desires,
But you are of the courteous order of the realms!
And, you are unifying us with your Jazz Music;
For, you're paired in nature's endeavours.
'Courtney Pine',
Nurturing everybody with the 'Order of the British Empire' (O.B.E.) !
But, you are placed in nature's endeavours to educate the youth;
And like the muse of your love when you paid Ghana a visit.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Like A Cup
The bat and the heron,
The falcon and the hawk,
The owl and the kite,
I am very young oh my sweet lover!
But i am around you always with the muse of my sweet love.
Perfume and precious-stones,
And to wash myself in the sea of love;
But shaped like a cup is the muse of your love to me,
Because i am very young around you! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Avey
Of the sweet love from your eyes,
Of the sweet muse from your body,
Like the sweet chocolate melting all over your nakedness!
Oh Avey, love is the adventure between us;
And, i will always muse it up with your sweet flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sweet Mind
Sweet scent,
Sweet smell,
Sweet aroma,
Sweet mind;
Give me ear and listen to my muse,
For the muse of love is closer to you!
And like the smell of sweet scent of roses around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sad One, Must You Weep
'SAD one, must you weep alway?
Youth's ill wedded with despair;
Ringless hand and robe of grey
Mock the charms which they declare.'
Sad and sweetly answered she,
'What are comely robes to me?
I would wear a grass green dress,
Dew pearls for my gems--no less
Now can comfort me.'
'Sweet, the shining of your hair
(All forgotten and undone)
Squanders 'neath the veil you wear
Gold whose loss bereaves the sun.'
Very sad and low said she,
'What is shining hair to me?
When from out the rain-wet mold
Kingcups borrow of its gold
Sweet and sweet 'twill be.'
'Love, O Love! your hand is chill
As a snowflake lost in spring,
Wild it flutters--then lies still
As a bird with prisoned wing!'
Sad and patient answered she,
'As a bird I would be free;
As the spring I would find birth
In the sweet, forgetful earth--
Pray you, let it be!'
poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
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Revoked
Revoked,
Battle,
Multitude,
Pestilence,
Without! !
But your sweet muse is very much noted by all.
Revoked, reed, deer, dove, doe, drove, revoke!
Withn and without;
But your sweet muse is very much noted by all,
And you came out of the war alive.
Revoked, veer, ore, roe, rode, rove, rod, red, do;
Within and without!
And like the joy of your works at hand;
But your sweet muse is now noted by all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Muses' Son
THROUGH field and wood to stray,
And pipe my tuneful lay,--
'Tis thus my days are pass'd;
And all keep tune with me,
And move in harmony,
And so on, to the last.
To wait I scarce have power
The garden's earliest flower,
The tree's first bloom in Spring;
They hail my joyous strain,--
When Winter comes again,
Of that sweet dream I sing.
My song sounds far and near,
O'er ice it echoes clear,
Then Winter blossoms bright;
And when his blossoms fly,
Fresh raptures meet mine eye,
Upon the well-till'd height.
When 'neath the linden tree,
Young folks I chance to see,
I set them moving soon;
His nose the dull lad curls,
The formal maiden whirls,
Obedient to my tune.
Wings to the feet ye lend,
O'er hill and vale ye send
The lover far from home;
When shall I, on your breast,.
Ye kindly muses, rest,
And cease at length to roam?
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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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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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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